Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 88 The First Millennium Anniversary (The reaction in the future timeline seems a bit off, so let's end it here).

At the end of the bluestone path are the fence and stone pillars of the flower-filled courtyard.

Agushid stood outside the railing, silently gazing at the flowers that never faded.

His eyes lifted slightly as his disciple approached, and the wide sleeves of his black robe swayed gently in the morning breeze.

The Southern Hero, standing beside his master, shook his head, dismissing the casual remark about the "curse" from his mind.

He leaned down, bracing himself against the sturdy old wooden railing.

After a moment of silence.

The Hero of the South picked up the previous topic again.

"If the wielder of the [Sword of the Hero] is truly as you say—"

"No wonder the Demon King chose to exterminate the elves back then..."

"It's one thing for the Great Mage Celia, but the wielder of the Hero's Sword is also an elf—"

"Anyone would probably do the same."

The strongest human stared straight ahead at the flower field swaying in the wind, his right hand unconsciously rubbing his fingertips.

Extinction Elf.

The Demon King's Choice

The unpleasant memories that flooded his mind caused a hint of helplessness to flash in Agushid's eyes.

He glanced casually at the Southern Hero, whose hands were clasped together on the railing.

After much deliberation, he decided to correct his disciple's mistake.

"Although logically, there's nothing wrong with this idea—"

"But that's probably not why the Demon King decided to exterminate the elves."

Agushid's low murmur made the Southern Hero turn his head—

Unexpectedly, there was a hidden story behind this, and the strongest human being was intrigued by his own master.

"What's that for?"

Under the watchful gaze of the Southern Hero, Agushid gently shook his head at his question.

"I do not know either."

A fairly straightforward and concise answer.

But along with it came the lingering echoes of Agushid's midway turn.

"Because the Demon King has never given me a direct answer to this question."

So I can't give you a definite answer.

"However, we still have some general guesses."

He raised his hand, patted the petals that had fallen onto his shoulder, and patiently explained to the Southern Hero:

"Although I don't know his motives for exterminating the elves, based on my observations during the time I served under him."

"I'm certain, whether it's for humans or elves—"

The Demon King himself never harbored the slightest malice or hostility towards him.

Agusid tilted his head slightly, as if the arguments from the "Demon King's Castle" were still ringing in his ears.

He turned his gaze to his disciple, who was deep in thought, and continued to recount what he had seen and heard.

"For the Demon King, the only one he ever truly considered an enemy—"

"There is only that 'goddess' who created the world."

"goddess"……

enemy?

The key point in Agusid's words quickly made the Southern Hero understand his meaning.

"so……"

"Is it highly likely that the Demon King made the decision to exterminate the elves because of the 'Goddess'?"

Nan Yong asked in a deep voice, his tone carrying the composure characteristic of a middle-aged man.

"At least that's my guess."

Agushid shrugged noncommittally, his wide black robe billowing as he did so.

"After all, nothing is a better way to test the 'goddess's' attitude than annihilating the 'goddess's' most beloved people's own kind."

The person the goddess adores most...

This word made Nan Yong straighten up.

Even without Agusid's explanation, he could guess who this generation was referring to.

That elven monk, while wielding the "Sword of the Hero"...

Is he even being watched by that 'goddess'?
"But judging from the results, the Demon King's test seems to have been meaningless."

The Hero of the South stroked his mustache and offered his assessment of the Demon King's actions.

Agushid did not refute it, and even said he quite agreed with his assessment.

"Indeed, it seems like a completely pointless massacre now..."

The most powerful demon, who had been watching the entire event, said softly:

"After all, even until the very end—"

Neither the goddess, Celia, nor that guy, all chose to stop it.

Agushi's tone was so calm, as if he were narrating a story that had nothing to do with him.

But in the end, he gave himself a self-deprecating laugh. "Thinking about it now, it's actually quite normal."

A hint of mockery flashed in Agushid's calm gray eyes.

He compared his current situation to the choices of the others.

"They were probably just like me back then—"

"They will act because they cannot ignore the tragedy before them."

"They will also save others when they plead with them."

Agushid turned to face his disciple, his expression obscured by the sunlight.

"But the one thing they wouldn't do specifically to defeat the Demon King because of the constant killing in the world—"

I will no longer dedicate my life to the point of death.

Agushid was silent for a moment, his broad shoulders slumping slightly.

But the next moment, he suddenly raised his head.

A deep and restrained voice rang in the ears of the Southern Hero.

“One thousand one hundred years ago, I was able to choose to challenge the Demon King again because I could not bear to see the elves suffer.”

"But now... ha... you tell me—"

Agushid looked directly into his disciple's eyes and softly asked in return:
"Can you imagine that I would risk my life for anything other than resurrecting Volamede?"

no answer.

No answer is needed.

Because the answer to this question was already given by the Southern Hero a few days ago.

"Why am I telling you all this..."

Agushid seemed to have expected his disciple's silence.

He turned to look at the flower-filled courtyard in the distance, his tone regaining its calm.

"You must sometimes feel frustrated with a teacher like me who is emotionally unstable."

"There is no such thing."

The Hero of the South denied his teacher's self-deprecation with a bitter smile.

But Agushid acted as if he hadn't heard.

He continued walking forward, his body passing through the railing without any hindrance.

This time, the Southern Hero did not continue to follow in his master's footsteps.

Because he knew that all Agushid needed right now was some peace and quiet by himself.

Just as he watched his master's body about to be submerged in the sea of ​​flowers—

At that moment, Agushid suddenly turned his head.

"Aren't you very curious about that elven monk?"

The most powerful demon spoke in the most nonchalant tone, uttering words that astonished even the bravest warrior of the south.

He will be coming to visit me soon.

"If you're really interested in him, you can talk to him at that time."

Once again, I was filled with admiration for my teacher's extensive network of connections, and I was certain that my choice to become his apprentice was indeed the right one.

After a soft chuckle, the Hero of the South calmly asked Agushid, who had his back to him.

"May I ask for the specific time?"

-

"the day after tomorrow?"

"Is Frillie going to stay in the 'Demon King's Palace' until the day after tomorrow?"

In the 28th year of the Xin Dynasty, in the northern kingdoms, in the region of "Tik".

In the hotel in the capital city, 'Freesia'

Tomato, who has become a big fan of the Elf Monk after he recounted his exploits.

She swallowed hard, staring at the abs that were faintly visible beneath his clothes.

Then she wondered why Frilian stayed in the "Demon King's Palace" for so long.

why?
Kraft did not answer this question.

Because Philon, who was sitting next to Shutark, had already spoken up to explain to him:

"because……"

-

For him, that was the most important day.

The hero from the south watched his master's figure gradually disappear into the sea of ​​flowers.

Without needing Agusid's reply, he knew why the elven monks had come.

The fragrance wafts through the flower-filled courtyard—

The Hero of the South lowered his eyes and murmured the answer in his heart.

"because……"

That day—

It was his 1000th anniversary with his deceased wife.

(End of this chapter)