Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 63 Empathy (Part 1)

On the fifteenth day of his winter trip, in Agushid's study—

In the process of Agusid's daily work of deciphering the "Sage Evish's Grimoire".

With a big smile on her face, Frilian skipped and hopped from outside the door to Agushid.

She made a lot of noise.

It was as if he was deliberately reminding Agushid that he had arrived.

But Agusid ignored her, and that's not all—

He didn't even lift his head.

He kept his head down and focused his attention on the magic book in front of him the whole time.

The sound of a quill pen moving across parchment is crisp and pleasant.

However, it unintentionally gave the white-haired elf a feeling of being kept at a distance.

But why would Frilian care about such a thing?

She never showed any respect for her teacher, Agushid.

"Agushid".

Little Magician tries to call out his teacher's name to get his attention.

But as expected, it failed.

Agushid still didn't look up; he remained in the same position, writing one rune after another.

"Aguxid——"

Frillie screamed even louder this time, and that wasn't all.

While shouting, she also made rather exaggerated and smiling gestures and expressions.

"Agushid, could you perform that again?"

"That's the one—"

"Get this straight... you are facing the most powerful archmage in the world."

"And there is also——"

"And who are you, this useless demon clan member?"
"How dare you play the riddle-teller in front of me, the world's most powerful mage?"

After recounting these two sentences about the dark history of Agushid that he had heard from Vlame.

Frilian herself couldn't help but roll on the ground, pounding the floor and laughing hysterically.

The pen stopped—

Agusid also raised his head, but contrary to what Frilian had expected.

There was no anger or annoyance on his face.

Agushid simply beckoned.

Using [magic that allows people to levitate at low altitudes] —

He lifted Frilian, who was rolling on the ground, and floated her to his desk.

With another wave of his hand, he cleaned the dust off the white-haired elf's clothes.

Under Frilian's gaze, Agusid finally sighed.

He was facing someone who almost never got up early in the past.

The foolish disciple, who usually sleeps until the afternoon, said:

“They come to me every day and repeat those same ‘stupid’ things I said back then—”

"Frilian, have you been quite free these past few days?"

Frillie shook her head, but still maintained a playful expression.

——≧≦
“I just think it’s hilarious…Agusid.”

"The world's most powerful mage was defeated by the Demon King in one round—"

"Isn't it really hard for anyone to resist something like this?"

Frilian continued to recount Agusid's dark history.

But to avoid getting a spanking, she still tried to add a kind word at the end.

“However, Agusid…”

"I never imagined you actually had a period when you were so full of humanity."

Humanity abounds...

Agushid remained unmoved by Frilian's assessment.

Moreover, he has always remained silent about those so-called dark histories.

Agusid didn't care about Frilian's opinions or ridicule.

Similarly, he doesn't care how others perceive his so-called past.

Even if he didn't want to tell Frilian at first, it wasn't out of embarrassment or shame.

Rather, Agusid genuinely didn't want to bring up anything about his relationship with the Demon King.

Agushid's attitude toward his memories had changed long ago.

Because... it started two hundred years ago—

He only remembers that it was his past.

There was no color, no sound.

In Agushid's eyes, those memories were like a silent play where he pretended to be deaf and dumb.

That's it.

I cannot understand it, I cannot feel it.

Even my present self cannot empathize with my past self from hundreds of years ago.

It's laughable, but that's the truth.

This is the Demon race.

"Fulillian..."

Agushid muttered the name of the foolish disciple before him.

Then he turned his finger, causing her to float to the seat next to him and sit down.

"I'll ask you a few questions. If you answer them well, I won't spank you."

Once Frillie realized that Agusid was serious, she stopped acting silly.

She sat in the chair, looking up at her teacher, who was always indifferent.

"Does that mean I won't get a spanking if I answer well?"

"real."

"Then ask."

Agushid reached out and smoothed out the wrinkles in Little Deng's long, silvery-white hair.

While maintaining his usual calm tone, he asked:
"Frilian, you only heard Vlame's vivid description. Why do you think I was full of humanity back then?"

Why……

In Frilian's eyes, this was not a problem at all.

Because this is something that everyone should naturally know.

The reason why communication between people can generate all kinds of emotions and reactions is that.

It's all because of empathy...

Frillie's pointed ears drooped down.

She felt the coldness of the large hand that was smoothing her hair.

She gained a long-awaited and clear understanding of that problem—

Agushid was actually a demon.

But the white-haired elf quickly snapped out of his reverie.

He began to think about how to answer Agushid's question.

Her throat bobbed, and then she organized her thoughts into appropriate and easy-to-understand language.

"Hmm... because the things you said back then didn't sound like something a demon would say, right?"

Those few words...

The style of the demon race...

After trying to recreate the scene in my mind but still getting nowhere—

Agushid lowered his eyes and gently rubbed the cheek of his foolish disciple.

"Could you tell me what you mean by 'the style of the demon race'?"

Frilian paused for a moment, under Agusid's calm gaze—

The white-haired elf looked him up and down carefully.

Then he shook his head and began searching for the words he knew.

“Indifference, seriousness, solemnity, occasional moments of pleasure, never exaggerated gestures or expressions, unhurried speech and tone…”

"That's pretty much it."

Frillie slowly and haltingly expressed her feelings.

Then they began to observe Agushid's reaction.

And Agushid...

—After comparing myself in the two periods.

He still failed to realize the significant differences between his past self and his present self.

So after a long period of contemplation—

He asked the magician sitting in front of him one last question.

"Fulillian..."

From your personal perspective—

"What do you think I must have felt after being easily defeated by the 'Demon King'?"

(End of this chapter)