Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 64 Empathy (Part 2)

We continued north along the forest path.

Step by step, we trudged through the snow-covered landscape of the 'Fol Basin'.

Argusid, who had taken it upon himself to give Frilian a half-day off, embarked on this journey to find his wife.

"Shame, embarrassment, resentment, and utter disgrace—"

Recalling Frillie's answer.

As he walked along the road, Agushid began to recall the expression on his face when he first awoke.

He recalled the scene of himself rising up in resistance while being watched by all the great demons and the demon king.

Agushid still couldn't distinguish between "him" and himself.

The feeling of shame was something that Agusid, being a demon, could never understand.

In fact--

Even during his travels, he would not avoid Vlamé's gaze while showering on multiple occasions.

He also failed to understand what Vlamé meant by "shameless".

Needless to say, the awkwardness was something Agushid simply couldn't understand—

They lost to the Demon King simply because they were weak at the time...

Even before this, he had not taken the Demon King seriously.

But what's so "awkward" about that?
The same applies to Frilian's "unwillingness" and "shame."

If you lose, you lose.

If you can't beat them, you can't beat them.

How can the weak feel "unwilling" to lose to the strong?

Since we've lost, we'll just have to get stronger and win back in the future.

Just like when I was instantly defeated by the Demon King—

Now, after giving it my all.

Even the Demon King had to be forced to kneel on one knee.

Can't understand...

I still can't understand humans.

………………

"Half-understanding?"

Agushid's reverie was soothed by the gentle voice in his memory.

"I see……"

His wife's face appeared before his eyes.

That inexplicable smile made Agushid's index finger tremble slightly.

"Agushid, you've already only scratched the surface of what I'm all about?"

The whispered words that Vlame had spoken a few days earlier made Agushid suddenly slow his pace.

He raised his gaze against the cold winter wind.

The familiar bronze statue in the distance and the beautiful figure in front of it seemed to have sensed something as well.

Vlamé turned around as he wiped the bronze statue he had left behind.

Her gaze met her husband's bewildered and depressed eyes.

He was troubled.

Vlamé arrived at the answer in the blink of an eye.

Judging Agushid's emotions...

This was not difficult for her.

Nearly twenty years of living and working together day and night, never apart for a moment—

This made her understand Agushid better than anyone else in the world.

"happy"

Loss

"exhausted"

"distressed"--

Vlamé could detect even the slightest emotional shift in an instant.

As for the reason that's troubling him... that's a bit hard to guess.

However, recalling the only incident that happened in the past few days...

Vlame could probably guess that this was caused by telling Frilian about Agusid's dark history that day.

"Is it because Frilian said something she shouldn't have again?"

"What an idiot disciple..."

Vlamé, having guessed the gist of it with a light laugh, shook his head slightly.

She watched silently as Agushid walked towards her step by step through the winter wind and snow.

The snow is getting heavier.

Agushid also drew closer.

Finally, he stood beside Vlamé, who had been smiling the whole time.

Without a word, Agushid naturally took over his wife's task. He watched as her slender fingers brushed the snow from the bronze statue's shoulder—

Vlame looked helplessly at Agushid, who was as doting on him as ever.

"Shouldn't you be teaching Frillie at this time?"

Vlame placed his slightly reddened hands on Agushid's face to warm them.

The faint white mist from her breath blurred the corners of her smiling eyes.

"Why did you suddenly find time to come here?"

The smooth surface of the bronze statue reflected the slight furrowing of Agushid's brows, which he unconsciously made.

He paused for a moment as he listened to his wife's question.

His knuckles unconsciously traced the fine metallic texture, and Agushid didn't know how to begin.

"I……"

Agushid opened his mouth, but ultimately failed to utter the words that were on his mind.

But beside him, Vlame suddenly stood on tiptoe.

She reached out and brushed the snow off her husband's shoulder, her cheek drawing ever closer to Agushid's.

This action brought the two so close that they could exchange the temperature of their breath.

This also allowed Agushid to slowly utter the words he wanted to say to Vlame.

“I’m a little troubled, Vlamé.”

He finally spoke in a low voice, his voice ethereal as if it were drifting from a distant snowfield.

"Well, let's hear it."

Vlamé took a small half-step back, tilting her head as snowflakes clung to her hair and fell softly.

“Volamey, you don’t seem surprised.”

Instead of immediately raising questions, he first noticed his wife's attitude.

Agushid looked at Vlame's unsurprised expression and asked softly.

"Because I could tell from the very beginning..."

Vlame looked up and gave her tall husband a gentle smile.

"Is it obvious?"

Upon hearing Vlame's reply, Agushid paused in his work of wiping the bronze statue.

“Not very obvious.”

Vlame placed her cold fingers on her husband's neck, feeling the tremors in his veins.

She stood on tiptoe once again.

His lips brushed close to Agushid's ear, his gentle breath melting the snowflakes that had fallen on the tips of his ears.

"But being able to detect changes in your husband at all times is a basic skill for a wife."

"Basic skills..."

Agushid shook his head and slowly lowered his eyes.

"I just can't do that."

Vlame maintained a faint smile as she gently stroked Agushid's face.

His tone carried an unchanging gentleness.

"This is a basic skill for being a wife—"

"Isn't it perfectly normal for a husband not to do that?"

"What are the basic skills of being a husband?"

Agushid turned his head and asked Vlame as their eyes met.

Vlamé lowered his head slightly, as if deep in thought.

"The basic skill of being a husband is to listen to his wife anytime, anywhere."

She chuckled softly and spun around in front of Agushid.

The snow crunched merrily on the soles of my boots.

"Are you trying to comfort me, Vlame?"

Agushid reached out and caught the hair ribbon that she accidentally dropped while spinning.

The simple silk fabric still retained the familiar warmth of his wife's body.

"I'm telling the truth—"

Vlamera got so close to her husband that her frozen, red nose almost touched his chin.

She slowly took her husband's hand and pressed it against her heart.

Even through the fabric of his clothes, Agushid could feel his rapid heartbeat.

"If you don't believe me, let's try it."

The snow suddenly fell even more heavily, and the outline of the bronze statue gradually became blurred in the snow curtain.

Vlame closed his eyes to meet Agushid's gaze.

The snowflakes on her eyelashes still shimmered with tiny sparkles.

Finally, she whispered this request to her husband:
"Agushid, kiss me."

(End of this chapter)