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Chapter 52 Travel and Celestial Dragon Breeding Diary (Part 2) (Please continue reading)
Day 4 of my winter trip —

In the study on the second floor of the castle, rising steam slowly drifted out of the window.

The aroma of black tea filled the entire study.

no doubt--

This is a picture of Agushid and Vlame sitting together having afternoon tea.

The two men's movements and gazes were remarkably synchronized.

They were all using farsight magic to observe Frillie as she fed the Celestial Dragon.

"The Heavenly Dragon almost starved to death because of her."

Holding a cup of warm black tea, Agushid, who had been silent for a long time, said this.

"For two whole days, Tianmailong didn't even get a full meal."

"If I hadn't secretly fed it every night, the Celestial Dragon would probably have gone on strike long ago."

Vlame didn't speak; she just forced a smile and looked at her husband, whose face was full of helplessness.

She traced an elegant arc with the silver spoon in the teacup, stirring the rosy tea—

"If that's the case, then why did you still make Frilian feed the Celestial Dragon?"

Putting down his teacup, Vlame playfully poked Agushid's face.

She traced circles on her husband's face with her finger, tilted her head, and continued:
"Although her total magic power is theoretically enough to maintain the lowest possible temperature saturation for the Celestial Dragon..."

"But in terms of magic control, Frillian is completely inadequate..."

Aguhid did not deny this; he even gave a more accurate figure.

"Indeed, Frilian's level of magic control is truly appalling."

"According to my estimate, more than half of her energy was lost just from the process of releasing her magic."

Vlame's gaze followed Agusid's line of sight and turned back to Frilian.

Then I saw her holding up the little dumpling she had made, wanting to feed it to the Heavenly Pulse Dragon.

Instead of accepting the offer, Tianmailong silently closed his eyes.

call--

The Heavenly Dragon let out a heavy sniff.

Although this attack was completely misdirected towards Frillie—

It wasn't because it was targeting her at all; it was simply that Tianmailong was in a bad mood...

Even so, Magic Little Deng was still knocked to the ground by the aftershocks of the gale.

She puffed out her cheeks and rubbed her buttocks, then got up and gave the Heavenly Pulse Dragon's scales a pathetic kick.

The consequences are obvious.

Because the scales were several times larger than her—

So, unsurprisingly, the white-haired elf started kneading the little feet.

"Look, Frillie is completely useless now..."

She walked over and sat on her husband's lap.

Vlame nestled in Agushid's arms and whispered.

But she saw her husband shake his head.

With a serious expression, he unusually took the initiative to praise that foolish disciple.

“Volamel, haven’t you noticed? Frilian has made progress.”

Agushid reached out his hand, amidst Vlame's 'amusing' expression—

Tiny clumps of magic began to gather, mimicking the magic clumps that Frilian had created a few days earlier.

"Rough and rudimentary, that's the level of Frilian a few days ago."

"At that time, Tianmailong was simply using her magic to rinse her mouth."

Vlame stroked his chin, carefully observing the ball of magic in Agushid's hand.

Then, under such close magical perception—

She could clearly sense that the ball of magic in Agusid's hand was beginning to change.

Subtle, almost imperceptible.

But it does exist, and it is guiding the magic group towards a better state.

“This is what Frilian can do right now.”

"The Heavenly Vein Dragon wasn't unwilling to eat this time, but rather it was too lazy to open its mouth because the food was so small it couldn't even fit between its teeth."

After saying this, Agusid calmly dissipated his magic and closed his palms again.

"If I'm not mistaken, Frilian is probably a genius in this area."

With his arm around Vlame's waist, Agushid continued to explain his views.

"Of course, although her talent is not even half as good as yours or mine..." "But if she can continue on this path, she might really become a great mage in the future."

Vlame smiled slightly, then rested his head on Agushid's shoulder.

"If you said these words to Frilian in person, she would probably be very happy."

“If you tell her these things, she’ll get arrogant.”

"You're still the same old you... You should praise her once in a while..."

As for Agushid's continued hypocrisy, Vlame only offered a token word of advice.

Then she asked the question that she herself was curious about.

"Speaking of which, Agusid, I didn't even notice this when I was teaching Frilian..."

How did you discover that she has extraordinary talent in this area?

After asking this question, Vlamed could clearly sense that Agushid's mood had soured.

He even showed a hint of indescribable distress.

But finally, after a long pause and a sigh—

Agushid provided the answer to Vlamed's problem.

"Because of... [murder magic]."

Agushid was clearly reluctant to admit it, but he had no choice but to tell the truth.

"Of all the magic I taught Frilian, she has the highest level of mastery over the [murder magic]."

"You could even say that this magic is incredibly compatible with Frillie..."

Agushid's words caught Vlame off guard.

Because the term "murder magic" is too bizarre and sensitive—

So even Vlamé looked surprised.

"Wait, Agusid..."

Vlame stretched out a hand to his forehead.

Then he gave Agusid a gesture that said, "Let me catch my breath."

After a few seconds of internal struggle, Vlame looked seriously at Agushid's expressionless face.

"The 'murder magic' you're talking about isn't the one I'm thinking of, is it?"

"That's it, Guval's [Murderous Magic]."

That was created by Guval...

Simple yet highly efficient at killing, requiring only magical manipulation...

——【Murderous Magic】

Agushid closed his eyes, and Vlame could sense his frustration from his words.

"How ironic that my disciple happens to excel at learning Guval's magic..."

"If that guy knew, he'd probably laugh his head off."

Vlame heard her husband say this.

It's like he felt he had lost something about being a teacher.

but……

It's normal for him to have this kind of thought.

She recalled the unpleasant past that Agushid had told her during their trip, about his relationship with the "corrupt sage" Guval.

Vlame shook her head, a few strands of red hair fluttering gently.

"Isn't this a good thing?"

"After all, it's possible that Frilian might surpass Guval in [murder magic] in the future."

Agusid, however, did not hold much hope for Volameh's fantasies.

"You're always so optimistic, Vlame..."

"Guval losing to Frilian... I can't even imagine that scene—"

Vlame did not refute her husband's words.

Because she actually had doubts about Frilian's talent in combat.

However, in the end, looking at Frillie, who was still sulking with the Celestial Dragon in the distance.

Vlame remained nestled in her husband's arms, softly praising her.

"But she's already doing pretty well, isn't she?"

"Moreover, this child is actually more suited to academics than combat."

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