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Chapter 69 The Daily Life of the Agushid Family (Part 2)

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

"Although there's no way to refute it, it's still too much to say it so bluntly."

"Isn't this completely making me look worthless?"

"So, Vlame, I still can't like Agushid after all."

"He's the most hated person in the whole world..."

In the castle as dusk settled, a dejected Frilian nestled in Vlamé's arms, complaining.

She sulked as Vlamé gently stroked her, speaking while letting out muffled groans.

Magical Little Deng complains to her ever-gentle teacher about her husband.

Completely ignoring the fact that at this distance, Agushid, who was cooking in the kitchen, could easily hear her muttering.

“Actually, you’ve done very well, at least no worse than Agushid’s other student.”

"It's probably because Agusid has higher expectations for you that he said that..."

Vlame continued patting Frillie's back with a soft laugh.

She spoke in a gentle tone, comforting her foolish disciple while making excuses for her husband.

But her comforting words had no effect; Frillie's mood remained unchanged.

"Holding even higher expectations..."

"In other words, you're utterly disappointed in who I am now, aren't you?"

Frilian rubbed her head against Vlame's palm and muttered a slightly sullen complaint.

—Although she wasn't blamed by Agusid, she couldn't be happy no matter what.

...No matter how stubborn they are.

Frilian actually wanted to be praised by Agusid.

After all, we've worked so hard for so long.

After all, I was his student for a while...

"Volame, besides you, has Agushid never praised anyone else?"

Frillie asked in a muffled voice.

The meaning of her words was actually quite clear—

Agushid had only ever been in contact with a handful of people.

Apart from Vlamé and Frilian.

Almost all that remained were the elf who had once traveled with him and another of his "disciples".

And Frillie's goal in her words is very clear—

She was simply asking Vlamé,
What was Agushid's opinion of his other disciple?
Vlamé, of course, understood the meaning behind Frillie's words.

So after a moment's thought, she gave Frilian her answer based on what Agushid had told her about the past.

“Apart from me, it seems that Agusid has never praised anyone else…”

"As for his other disciple, the demon that the Demon King forced him to teach—"

"The only answer I got from Agusid was 'disgusting'."

Vlamour patted Frilian's head and whispered in her ear:

"So, from this perspective, Frilian is actually Agushid's favorite disciple..."

My favorite disciple...

Vlamé's dishonest assessment made Magic Little Deng curl his lip.

"Volame, apart from you, I doubt that Agushid likes anyone else."

"He will obey whatever you say, and he will accommodate whatever you do..."

"I always felt that the little bit of concern he showed me was only because he didn't want to disappoint you."

White-haired Little Deng's precise yet self-deprecating words left Vlame both troubled and unable to refute them.

Because she once hoped that Agushid could teach Frilian in her place.

That's why Agushid was so dedicated to this task.

Undeniable—

Agusid's concern for Frilian undoubtedly stemmed from her.

Perhaps this will gradually change in the future, but at least it is like this for now.

But Vlamé couldn't just accept Frillie's words.

Otherwise, if this child gets upset, he could really cry for three days and three nights.

……

"What a troublesome and stupid disciple."

Unconsciously shaking his head and sighing, Vlame pondered how to appease Frilian.

—The thinking didn't last long.

In just a few minutes, Vlamed had a general idea.

She picked up a blank sheet of paper from the table next to her.

With a casual flick of his wrist, he brought the quill pen from the study to his eyes.

"Frilian..." Vlame murmured to the white-haired elf in his arms, stroking the pen and paper in his hand.

After making Frilian lift her head, she turned around and sat in her lap.

Facing Frilian's gaze, Vlamé began to use a pen and paper.

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

"Really, Vlame, are you going to make fun of me again?"

"Or do you also think I'm really that bad..."

Magical Little Deng's speechless and disappointed words.

Vlamer finished copying down the last word of Agushid's evaluation—

"Frilian, do you think these words have any special meaning?"

A strand of light red hair fell at the corner of Frillie's eye, and Vlame's words made her ponder for a moment.

"I see absolutely no special meaning in these words that are all derogatory."

"Moreover, given Agushid's personality, I don't think there's much deeper meaning in what he said."

The white-haired elf's final answer made Volame shake his head.

"That's not true at all..."

She lightly touched the paper with her quill pen and denied it softly.

Then, under Frilian's puzzled gaze, it slowly began to move.

The words were smeared with ink and gradually became blurred.

The blank spaces on the paper are also getting smaller and smaller.

And when most of the paper is blacked out.

What finally appeared before Frilian's eyes—

It is a short word composed of the blank space at the end of those indistinct words.

—Frilian

"Look, when you put all these words together, isn't it Frilline?"

"Although they were all shortcomings, Agushid remembered them clearly without missing a single word."

Vlame gently rubbed Frillie's face, using a method he had devised to deceive her:

"So...Agusid actually cares a lot about Frillie..."

"It's not just because of me."

"Hmm... if I had to say, it's definitely because Frilian is just too cute."

Frillie looked up at the smiling teacher with a "guess if I believe you" expression.

"You've obviously made this up on the spot..."

"And Vlame, even if you tell me I'm cute, I won't be happy."

That being said, the pleased expression on Frillie's face couldn't lie.

"But Frillian is just so cute..."

As he gently kneaded Frilian's soft cheeks, Vlame continued to praise her.

………………

Tread...  

The prepared desserts and meat dishes were served one by one to the table.

Agushid took off his apron and gestured to his wife and foolish disciple that it was time for dinner.

Sitting at the dining table, Agushid scooped a spoonful of Mercury pudding and slowly fed it to Vlamé.

Then, looking at Frillie, who was clearly less angry now, he asked his wife with some confusion:

How did you manage to appease her this time?

He originally thought that given Frilian's fragile ego, she would sulk until at least the day after tomorrow.

I didn't expect that Vlamé would be so easily appeased.

"Really..."

As she slowly swallowed the food her husband offered, Vlame looked helplessly at the clueless Agushid.

"I told you before, just praise the child more..."

……

……

Another brief, everyday scene slowly faded away under his gaze.

The dream was supposed to continue like this...

But some inexplicable disturbance at that moment disturbed his sleep.

And so once again...

He woke up from his dream.

Once again, we must confront this cruel and lonely world.

(End of this chapter)