Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 77 Fish That Die If They Don't Swim
The moonlight after dinner streamed through the window, casting dappled shadows on the floor of the old study.

The Southern Hero, summoned by the teacher, pushed open the old but sturdy door of the study—

There were some guesses about why the disciple hadn't killed that useless demon.

That's why Agushid, who had summoned him after dinner, was facing away from his foolish disciple.

He stood by the window, his pale fingers gently tracing the fingerprints she had left on the window frame.

"So, she shouldn't have died, right?"

"At least in the future you foresee, she didn't die here, nor will she die in your battle—"

Agusid turned around, his gray eyes gleaming faintly in the shadows cast by the study light.

"Is that right?"

The Southern Hero walked forward skillfully and sat down in Agusid's armchair.

After brewing myself a cup of black tea that had been treasured by Agushid for six hundred years.

He stroked the rim of the teacup as he responded to Agushid's question.

"Teacher, your intuition is as sharp as ever."

He nodded slightly, causing tiny ripples to appear in the black tea in his cup.

interesting--

How could someone as useless as her survive on a normal trajectory?

Agushid walked slowly toward the bookshelf, his black robe brushing against the ancient carpet.

He pulled out a thick book, but did not open it, letting the pages slip through his fingers.

"In the future you see, without my interference, what will be the fate of that useless great demon?"

His voice was as calm as if he were discussing the life or death of a pet.

The Southern Warrior placed the teacup back on the coffee table, the metal saucer making a crisp clinking sound.

He placed his hands on his knees, his eyes following his master's figure.

"Following the normal trajectory of the future, she would have survived her battle with me two years ago."

The firewood in the fireplace crackled slightly, sending sparks flying.

"And right now she should be fighting against the hero squad that Frilian is in the 'Count Granat Territory'."

"Then he was left with a near-fatal wound by that younger hero and fled far away."

Engaging in combat with the squad that Frillie was in...

get away?

Young Heroes—

Is it the Simmel mentioned in the letter?
Agushid put the book back in its place, his fingertips lingering on the spine for a moment.

"What happens next?"

His voice remained calm, but carried a barely perceptible hint of hesitation.

The Southern Warrior certainly noticed this hesitation.

He knew without a doubt that his father was worried about whether that useless demon would cause trouble for his youngest daughter.

The hero of the South looked out the window, his breath dissipating in the cold air of the early spring night.

"Then she will reappear nearly a hundred years later."

"In the end, it was destroyed by Frilian and her young disciples."

Agushid's fingers suddenly stopped in mid-air, and the cuffs of his black robe trembled slightly.

"Frilian's disciple?"

They didn't care that the useless demon would eventually die.

Agusid focused on another word in the Southern Hero's words.

He turned around, and the moonlight illuminated his furrowed brows.

Frillian...will take on disciples?
A gentle smile appeared on the lips of the Southern Warrior, and the lines at the corners of his eyes smoothed out.

"Her name is Philon, and she's a very cute little girl."

He stroked the short stubble on his chin and continued.

"Hmm...I think she'll probably be quite close to you..."

"Boring as hell."

Agushid lowered his eyes and slowly walked to the chair by the fireplace where Vlamé used to sit.

He slowly sat down, his long, slender fingers interlaced on his knees.

A brief silence fell over the room, broken only by the crackling of burning firewood.

Utterly boring—

Is it really?

The hero of the South stared at the flickering flames, his expression gradually turning serious.

Although he was a problem student, Agushid was also a problem teacher.

To be blind to the beauty and happiness right in front of you...

But it allows oneself to live forever in that false memory composed of dreams and longing.

Teacher—

Why do you insist on living such a painful life?

"Teacher, sometimes I also need to calm down and think about a problem slowly—"

The Southern Hero broke the silence in the study after a long pause.

His voice was low and gentle.

It's like telling a fabricated story, rather than asking the person in front of you for advice.

"teacher……"

Why would someone like you live solely in dreams and memories?

Living in...

In dreams and memories...

Under the gaze of the Southern Hero, Agushid tapped his fingertips lightly on the back of his hand. The rhythm mirrored the slow, steady beat of their hearts.

"teacher……"

"Why must you pursue that slim hope of 'the magic of resurrection'?"

Hope is slim...

"The magic of resurrection"

Agushid turned to his side and slowly closed his eyes.

But the hero from the south raised his head straight up.

His gaze fell on his master's profile, which revealed no emotion.

"You know it yourself, right? You're actually more in pain after you regained your emotions than when you didn't have them."

A gust of cold wind, accompanied by the foolish disciple's soft whispers, swept past the windowpane, making a sobbing sound.

Why must you remain in the past, stuck at the starting point a thousand years ago?

The Southern Warrior's voice grew softer and softer, almost blending into the crackling of the fireplace.

"I think even your wife, the great magician Vlame in heaven—"

"I certainly don't want to see you wallowing in regret and self-blame..."

regret……

Self-blame?

Agushid suddenly opened his eyes, chuckled softly, and his laughter carried a hint of mockery.

"Regret, self-blame?"

"Have you always thought this way?"

The flames in the fireplace illuminated Agusid's gradually calming face.

He shook his head calmly, his long black hair gleaming dimly in the firelight.

"He really is a stupid disciple..."

"She claims to know me best, yet she doesn't understand me as well as Frilian, who hasn't seen me for hundreds of years."

Agushid's words made the Southern Hero frown slightly.

This was the first time he had been criticized by his teacher, who considered himself to know Agushid better than anyone else besides Vlame and Shurahat.

He murmured softly as he pondered—

"what do you mean……"

Agushid looked out the window at the night sky, gazing at the scenery thousands of miles away.

"Have you ever seen the sea?"

His voice suddenly became distant and ethereal, giving the Southern Warrior an unreal and illusory feeling.

"I've seen it."

The Southern Warrior nodded, his rough hand stroking the sword wound on his knee.

Agushid rose to his feet with a soft chant, his black robe casting a long shadow in the firelight.

"Do you know about a special type of fish in the ocean?"

"A fish that will die if it doesn't swim."

The answer is of course.

It possesses the "magic" to see the future.

Even another of Agushid's biologist disciples could not compare with Nan Yong in terms of knowledge.

So, the hero of the South quietly watched his master's back, waiting for him to continue.

"That fish has a huge body and extremely strong attack power—"

"But they never stop swimming throughout their lives, do you know why?"

The Southern Warrior shook his head slightly, the flickering firelight obscuring the moonlight lingering at his temples.

"why?"

The disciple asked the teacher a question.

"Because those who live beneath the ocean are incomplete."

Agushid's response was eerily calm.

It was as if he were talking about something extremely familiar to him.

"They lack the swim bladder, which is the most important organ for survival in the ocean, so they cannot float naturally in the sea."

"And coincidentally, their skeletons are very light, which means that once they stop swimming—"

"Then they will sink to the seabed and eventually die from the pressure."

Agushid stood at the boundary between light and shadow by the window, half of his face hidden in the shadows.

"That's just how I am."

His voice was so soft that it was almost inaudible.

But the hero from the south had never heard it so clearly before.

"So now I can't stop dreaming and longing no matter what."

A fish that dies if it doesn't swim...

A person who would die if they didn't remember...

The Southern Warrior's hand rested on the armrest, his knuckles turning slightly white.

"I want her back in my life, not because I regret that I was too young and confused to reciprocate her love while she was alive."

Agushid walked toward his disciple, his black robes once again brushing against the ancient carpet from the capital.

He stopped in front of the Southern Hero, his gray eyes reflecting his disciple's middle-aged face.

"I wanted to bring her back to life, simply because—"

"I love her."

"And without her, I cannot survive."

(End of this chapter)