Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 68 The Daily Life of the Agushid Family (Part 1)

"It hurts... it hurts..."

"Agushid, be gentle."

"Waaaaah... My neck's going to break..."

He placed his hand on the neck of the white-haired elf in front of him, who was tilting its head and wailing.

Agushid was utterly disillusioned with the intelligence of his foolish disciple.

【Flying with braids】is a branch of 【Hair manipulation magic】.

If you don't have a certain level of mastery over hair manipulation magic, it's extremely easy to sprain your neck when using this magic.

Where can you find a mage who dares to fly hundreds of meters into the air without long-term training?
-

"What an idiot disciple..."

Agusid sighed softly as he looked at the little magician, Den, who was being held in Vlame's arms.

Then slowly lift the tip of your index finger and gently slide it forward—

The [Slashing Magic] easily restored Frillie's neck to its original state before it was twisted by the twin-tailed propeller.

"Waaaaah... Eh—"

Frillie, who was shedding small pearls from the pain, suddenly stopped crying after Agusid's finger touched her.

"It doesn't hurt anymore..."

Sitting in Vlamé's lap, she shook her neck in surprise.

After lifting a few strands of messy hair with my palm and confirming that there were absolutely no other problems, I gently lifted them up.

Frillie lowered her head and focused her attention on the lingering magic at Agusid's fingertips.

"It's amazing. The feeling of the time being severed from my neck by the [Slashing Magic] is just like water gently flowing over my neck."

After your neck pain subsided, was this the first thing you noticed?

What a foolish disciple who forgets the pain once the wound heals...

Thinking this, Agushid sighed again.

He reached out and flicked his wife and disciple, who were acting unruly, on the forehead.

Agushid stared at Vlame and Frilian, who were both rubbing their heads, and warned them helplessly.

"You're not allowed to use such dangerous magic to fool around anymore."

He has lost count of how many times he has said this over the years.

But every time, Frilian and Vlamé's response to him was, "We understand, we promise we'll do it again next time."

Hearing her husband's reminder, Vlamour chuckled and gently rubbed Frilian's cheek.

"Did you hear me, Frilian? You're not allowed to act like this again."

“It was you, Vlame, who made me do this.”

"They even said that if I used this magic to come up here, I would give Agusid a surprise..."

Frillie smoothed her messy hair and muttered something only she could hear.

I recalled the appalling scene I saw when I came up...

Magic Little Deng looked miserable, increasingly feeling that he was completely superfluous in this family.

Aguhid didn't say much to his wife and children who were shifting blame to each other.

He simply picked up the comb that was always kept on his desk and took Frillie from Vlamé's hands.

He placed the white-haired little dog on his lap and slowly combed Frillie's frizzy long hair.

"Volamel, how are the results of your tests on Frilian these past few days?"

In front of their child, the parents started talking about her grades.

"I think it's alright."

He gave Frillie, who had been giving him meaningful glances, a reassuring look.

Vlame gave a fairly fair but vague response to Agusid's question.

Being fair was to take care of Frillie's feelings and self-esteem.

The ambiguity was intended to give Agushid room to continue asking questions.

"You think it's okay... but to what extent exactly?"

as predicted--

After hearing Vlame's answer, which was essentially meaningless, Agushid continued to ask further questions.

"In terms of overall ability, he could probably rank in the top ten among the current court mages."

After briefly comparing the levels of his disciples, Vlame answered softly.

In her personal opinion, this evaluation was already quite high.

Because he was her disciple—and was recognized by the current emperor of the empire.

And it allows the court monks, who guard the emperor's side and patrol the entire territory, to represent...

It's not just about status and privilege, but also about absolute power and talent.

As an elf with a long lifespan, Freyren managed to rank among the top ten among such a group of geniuses.

Without a doubt, my initial judgment was absolutely correct.

The future Frillie... certainly has the potential to defeat the Demon King...

but--

Whether this result was good or bad in Agushid's eyes, Vlame couldn't say for sure.

After all, at the same age—

By this time, Agusid had single-handedly defeated all the great demons.

—In fact, Frilian herself was also a little uncertain at this moment.

Because she was unsure how high Agusid's expectations of himself were.

After several years of teaching, she could clearly feel her knowledge and strength increasing.

But compared to Agushid...

Frillie is still worlds apart.

So I felt the gentle rhythm and pressure of the comb behind me.

The white-haired elf began to worry about Agusid's attitude toward the outcome.

"Oh okay……"

Agusid's low murmur made the little magician sitting on his lap tense up.

She was terrified that the large hands behind her might suddenly lift her up and spank her bottom.

Surprisingly, Agushid did not seem too disappointed with the result.

The hands that held the comb and smoothed the white hair remained steady.

Just as the questions and answers he had just received were largely anticipated by Agushid.

"Agushid, have I... met your expectations, or not?"

After confirming that Agushid did not intend to spank him.

Frillie tilted her head slightly and tentatively asked in a low voice behind her.

"It didn't meet my expectations at all."

Agushid uttered the most hurtful words in the calmest tone.

What do you mean by "completely failed to meet your expectations"?

"Am I really that bad...?"

Hearing this hurtful response, Frillie grumbled in dissatisfaction.

Yet there was no way to refute Agushid's assessment.

Because according to the age-old theory that the strong can ruthlessly humiliate the weak—

As the third strongest in the world (probably?), Agushid sits at the very top of the hierarchy of contempt.

Apart from the Demon King and Seria, Agusid possesses the power to despise everyone equally.

Even so, Florian, still feeling unhappy, couldn't resist asking a question.

"Agushid, do you really think I'm that bad?"

Magical Little Deng did not receive an answer from Agusid immediately.

-

As Agusid smoothed down the last stray white hair from Frilian's head—

After handing the white-haired elf back to Volamey's arms.

He then took out the notebook that had been lying aside and listed out Frilian's shortcomings one by one.

“Disobedient, timid, lazy, sleepy, dishonest, dead fish eyes…”

The three-minute chanting passed by in Vlamé's helpless gaze and Frilian's drooping ears—

Finally, Frillie turned her head away from the paper that was almost entirely covered in derogatory terms.

Without saying a word, he buried himself in Vlamé's chest.

"Really..."

Vlame gently patted Frilian's back, looking down at her husband.

"Can't you just give this child a little praise, which is rare for you...?"

(End of this chapter)