Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 66 The Magic of Flying with Braids (Part 1)

Day 18 of my winter trip —

Because after that conversation, Agushid said he needed to be alone on the Celestial Dragon to calm down.

So after a long time, Vlamed finally took over the teaching of Frilian from Agushid.

In front of the cabin in the woods at dawn.

Vlamé carried the still-drowsy Frillie along the way.

He led her to the flower field that was blooming in winter, protected by the [Isolation Barrier].

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

"Hmm...Frilian."

Standing in the center of the flower field—

With a faint smile, Vlame ruffled the hair of the half-asleep white elf.

She looked at the flowing magic power on Frilian's body, which had reduced its frequency of swaying.

It's very clear how much effort Frillie put into this.

Because he was in a good mood recently, Vlamé did not hide his praise.

"Unbeknownst to us, twenty years have passed since I asked you to suppress your magic..."

"The hard training I've received in the past, plus the guidance I've received from Agushid over the past few years—"

Hehe... My silly disciple has already made some progress in this area.

Hearing herself praised, Frillie rubbed her eyes, still feeling sleepy—

But he still put on an air of "that's me for sure."

However, Detective Magical Nobita regained some of his senses—

After noticing the smile that had not faded from Vlamé's face.

She once again keenly sensed that something was wrong.

"Volamel, you've seemed really happy these past few days..."

Frillie stood on tiptoe with a suspicious look in her eyes, her nose almost touching Vlame's chin.

"And it doesn't seem like she's happy because of me at all."

The winter sun shines through the barrier onto the flower field.

Unable to suppress a smile, Vlame chuckled as he looked at his foolish disciple with a puzzled expression.

"I'm so happy for myself...Frilian."

Vlamé's eyelashes trembled slightly, and the blooming flowers in the flower field swayed gently behind her.

"Be happy for yourself... You and Agushid are hiding something from me again, aren't you—"

"You two are really something, you never tell me anything."

Frillie was extremely dissatisfied with her teacher-student couple.

Of the three family members, she was the only one who seemed like a stranger, and everyone had to guess what was going on all day long.

"It's too early to tell you now..."

Vlame reached out and pinched Frilian's cheek, pulling the soft skin outward into a strange shape.

"These are not issues that children should worry about."

As she spoke, she rubbed her thumb across the faint dark circles under Frillie's eyes.

"That's what they say again—"

"In your eyes, I'll never grow up, will I, Vlame?"

Vlamé did not deny Frilian's statement, because Frilian was right.

In her eyes, Frilian was indeed just a child.

And during her lifetime, Frilian will likely remain unchanged.

In a sense—

This foolish disciple is just as slow-witted as Agushid.

Vlame shook his head, banishing the random thoughts from his mind.

Then, with her hands on her hips, she began today's main topic—

"Frilian, we tested your magic perception and magic manipulation a few days ago—"

"So today's test is to assess your magical abilities."

Seeing Frillie's guilty expression, Vlame continued with great curiosity:
"Speaking of which... I haven't really interfered with Agushid's teaching of you in the past few years."

"Let me see what kind of magic he taught you today."

Frillie wasn't too worried about the magical challenges.

But then I think of that insurmountable obstacle—

She asked rather nervously:
"Navram...which magic should we start with?"

Vlame gave his answer at a moderate pace.

She touched her chin and pretended to ponder for half a minute.

“I heard from Agushid that your progress in learning [murder magic] far surpasses that of other magic.”

“Then let’s start with the [murder magic]—” Vlame’s answer made Frillie breathe a slight sigh of relief.

Without much hesitation.

Following Vlamé's request, Frilian took two steps back and stood still.

After finding a suitable location, he raised his right hand toward the large tree in the distance.

Sleepiness vanished from his eyes instantly, replaced by the focused gleam unique to a mage.

Vlame subtly adjusted his shawl, watching as dark gray magic rose from his disciple's palm.

The unique radiance of the [murderous magic] then burst forth mercilessly—

A swift and unstoppable gray beam of light pierced through half of the tree in an instant.

There wasn't even a speck of dust or debris left in the large hole.

More importantly, apart from that, all other parts of the tree remained completely unharmed under Frilian's special control.

"Just as Agusid said, when using [murder magic], your level of magic control is even better than usual."

Vlamé stared at the effect that Frilian had achieved and sighed softly.

Then, with a wave of his hand, he repaired the tree that had been half-blown away.

"Next, let's try normal attack magic—"

Following Vlame's instructions—

【Thunder of Destruction Releases Magic】

[Hellfire Unleashes Magic]

[The Heavenly Wind Summons Magic]

[The Light of Judgment Unleashes Magic]

[Magic Unleashed by Rock Collapse and Earth Fissure]

A series of powerful and wide-ranging destructive spells were unleashed from Frillie's hands.

Since it was just a test, she didn't use much power.

However, this series of bombing raids also caused the surrounding dense forest to be completely destroyed.

However, with the great mage Vlame around, this was not a problem at all.

The destroyed and broken trees were repaired and regrown.

Vlame nodded with satisfaction at Magic Little Deng.

“Well done, Frilian…”

"Whether it's the precision of your control over magic or the precise manipulation of your magical output, your level has far surpassed that of ordinary mages."

"Even among my disciples, you can barely be considered one of the more outstanding ones."

Vlame's voice was very gentle, and this praise pleased Frillie greatly.

But this enjoyment didn't last long.

Just a moment later.

The next sentence uttered by the teacher caused the white-haired elf's expression to change drastically—

"Next up is [Flight Magic]."

Looking at his own foolish disciple, who was practically an idiot when it came to [flying magic].

Vlamé smirked with a mischievous grin.

“I remember Agusid telling me that his current requirement for you is to reach at least 100 meters…”

"So, Frilian, what's the highest you can go now?"

Upon hearing the words "flying magic," Frillie's proud little face immediately drooped.

…………

…………

Despite remaining reluctantly silent for a long time, she finally gave Vlamé's answer.

—Fifteen meters.

This is her current maximum distance.

Not to mention that she is still far from the goal that Agusid set for her.

She couldn't even reach the fruit on some giant trees using her [flying magic].

As for this answer...

Vlame was not surprised at all; rather, she had a general idea in mind from the beginning.

Looking at the person in front of me, head bowed in disappointment—

Frillie was too embarrassed to use her [Flying Magic] skill because her level was too low.

She smiled gently and, following her own plan, took out a magic book from her bosom.

"Frilian...do you want to fly high?"

Meeting the white-haired elf's blank gaze, Vlame spoke in a seductive tone.

(End of this chapter)