Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 78 Departure, Sai...Liai!
That was a casual chat before bed a long time ago.

"Volame."

Agushid's voice sounded exceptionally clear in the dimly lit bedroom.

His long, slender fingers unconsciously twirled a stray lock of his wife's red hair beside him.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

The wife, nestled in her husband's arms, had just pulled the covers over herself and was about to drift off to sleep, holding his waist in her arms—

But she looked up at her husband's call and rested her chin on his arm that was around her.

His eyes were filled with doubt and drowsiness.

"Volamel, do you know how much magic Celia knows?"

"Hmm...I don't know..."

I rubbed my eyes, and the silk pajamas made a slight rustling sound.

Vlame pressed herself tightly against her husband's chest, seeking warmth.

"After all, my master has mastered so many spells that even I can't remember them all."

"In your impression—"

Agushid paused for a moment, his fingertips gently tracing the line of his wife's shoulder.

"Does she possess magic capable of 'resurrecting the dead'?"

"The magic of resurrection"...

She watched as her husband hesitated for a fleeting moment when he said those words.

Vlame leaned his head forward slightly, his lips just touching his cheek.

"At least as far as I know..."

Her breathing became noticeably lighter.

"No."

She felt her husband's grip tighten as he held her close.

Vlame placed his hand on his chest, his lips resting on his neck.

"But I can't be sure if my master actually possesses this kind of magic..."

"After all, she is a great mage who has survived from the age of mythology."

Agushid was silent for a moment, and the moonlight outside the window shifted slightly.

"Based on your intuition, are you more inclined to believe that she might not have this kind of magic?"

She could hear the seriousness and hesitation in her husband's words.

After much contemplation, Vlamé gave her own answer.

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"No……"

"I don't think even Master would possess such illogical magic..."

In the master bedroom of the castle in the early morning.

Her long hair was loose, and she was stroking the silver-white ancient ring on her ring finger.

As he leaned against the bed, Agushid murmured to himself about his wife's initial response.

"The magic of resurrection..."

"Is it really as you say, that this magic is just my delusion?"

Back when he was still in the capital:
Because of a conversation with Ophelia Alde.

For the first time, I had a slight fantasy about the "magic of resurrection".

Unfortunately, that fleeting delusion soon vanished due to certain events.

Until Vlamé died.

He then developed an uncontrollable desire for the "magic of resurrection."

But by then, Agushid had no chance to verify the answer.

"Let's test whether Vlamé's guess is accurate on this trip."

"Anyway, it'll only be a blink of an eye."

Agushid tilted his head to the side, but the bright scenery outside the window did not stir any emotion in his eyes.

because……

The figure that once leaned against this spot;

Every morning, the most beautiful scenery appears in this direction.

As early as a thousand years ago—

It already only exists in his dreams.

"Delusion..."

"Ha ha……"

"How tragic..."

The most powerful demon, who should have been bloodless and tearless, reached out and caught a tear that slid from the corner of his eye.

After yet another soft murmur.

If you remain silent—

........................

In the fifty-ninth year before the Xin Dynasty, the first year of the hero's journey, Agusid embarked on his pilgrimage in search of Seria.

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In the biting morning breeze, the silvery-white scales of the Heavenly Dragon shimmered faintly in the rising sun.

Agushid stood on the dragon's spine, his black robes fluttering in the wind.

His long, slender fingers gently traced the dragon scales.

The Celestial Dragon responded with a deep, resonant hum.

After determining the final destination, Agushid slowly descended from the top of the Celestial Dragon's head.

He got up early and began to think about the route he would take next.

According to that foolish disciple—

Seria is currently stationed in the Empire's 'Falbe' region.

And they will not be leaving for the next few years.

Therefore, the starting point and the end point of the journey are already very clear.

From the 'Flöhl Basin' to the 'Falbe Region' —

A considerable distance.

However, with the Heavenly Vein Dragon by their side, this journey was no problem at all.

If we go at full speed, we can arrive in less than ten days.

—But Agusid did not put the Celestial Dragon into full speed mode.

Instead, they chose to make it only a little faster than usual, so that it could reach its destination in about a month.

In fact, he was surprisingly calm about the search for Celia.

This wasn't just because Agusid had a rough idea of ​​why Seria would stay in that place.

So once it was clear that she wouldn't leave, there was no rush.

More importantly—

When he was determining the route, he saw that the Celestial Dragon would pass through the 'Count of Granat'.

That's where Frilian is currently staying...

"It would be nice to meet you."

This is a self-deceptive statement by Agushid.

As the morning breeze gently carries me, I slowly step into the flower-filled courtyard.

The first figure to appear before Agushid was his foolish disciple—

The brave man of the south.

He was doing his morning exercise as usual.

"Teacher, have you ever seen the sun rise at four in the morning on the spine of the Celestial Dragon?"

This was a boast he made when he was still young—

And it is these bold pronouncements that have forged us into the strongest human being we are today.

The man who appeared in Agushid's line of sight was shirtless, his bronze skin covered with scars.

Sweat dripped down the lines of his muscles, glistening in the morning sun.

Because they also saw Agushid in their line of sight.

Therefore, the Southern Warrior, who had just run a hundred laps around the body of the Celestial Dragon, slowed down.

Finally, it came to a stop in a garden open space not far from Agushid.

"Teacher, have you decided on the route?"

"Ah."

Agushid gave a curt reply.

His gaze swept over the scars on his disciple's body that he had never seen before.

For a fleeting moment—

He hesitated once again about the decision he had made a few days earlier.

But the words of the Southern Hero quickly broke Agusid's reverie.

He picked up the shirt that was lying on the open ground.

After straightening his shirt, he put on his coat and quickly fastened his belt.

"Teacher, now that you've decided on the destination..."

"Then why do I feel that the speed of the Celestial Dragon is not increasing much?"

"Your illusion."

Agushid turned his head to look at the distant mountains, his lies and black hair fluttering gently in the morning breeze.

"Ha ha……"

The Hero of the South chuckled softly, then shook his head, unable to suppress his laughter.

His gaze lingered on Agushid's features, which appeared somewhat more relaxed than yesterday.

"So you really do want to visit Frillie on the way, don't you?"

"Speak up."

(End of this chapter)