Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 92 The Demon Race Will Not Regret It
This question was asked too early.

The moment he uttered those words, Vlamé had already almost realized it.

Whether it's 'love' or 'sorrow'...

It's all too early for Agushid now.

—Because it's in front of everyone else, including Frilian.

Agushid could utter the cold words "cannot do" without hesitation.

But only her...

Only when the subject of the question is Vlamé himself—

Agushid could not provide an answer.

Raindrops fell obliquely into the corners of my eyes.

Aguhid reached out and placed his hand on his wife's sorrowful face.

"Volamei..."

"I cannot give you an answer to this."

His voice rang out along with the tinkling sound of water splashing in the puddle at his feet, and then continued incessantly.

"For me, at least for now—"

"I cannot understand the feelings of 'sadness' and 'mourning' that you speak of..."

"I will feel sorry for the passing of life."

"I will also feel angry because lives are being taken."

"But 'sadness,' and even 'mourning,' are still too far away for me—"

He feared his wife wouldn't fully understand what he meant.

Agusid did his best to provide further explanation.

"From what I've seen and heard, you humans 'mourn' at funerals because the dead are relatively important to you—"

“But, Vlame, there is no one in this world who is important to me except you.”

"Therefore, since there is no precedent, I cannot give you an answer to your question at this time."

There was no disappointment as I had imagined.

Quite the opposite——

Vlamé actually laughed.

Although the smile could not dispel the sorrowful atmosphere in front of the tombstone.

But her face, pressed tightly against Agusid's palm, did indeed smile tenderly under her husband's gaze.

Except for me...

Important people...

Turns out, I asked the question at the right time, not too early, not too late...

Agushid's emotional progress was faster than I had imagined.

He just doesn't know it himself, and he usually can't tell me about it.

Thinking of this, amidst Agushid's confusion and doubt, Vlame slowly shook his head.

“No, Agusid, you have already given me the answer.”

"You just don't realize it yet..."

The wife, unsure whether to be happy or regretful, said this to her husband.

—I gave the answer.

But I don't know it myself?

The most powerful demon, who could hardly comprehend the complexities of human emotions, pinched his wife's cheek.

With a puzzled look in his eyes, he asked his wife.

"What do you mean?"

What's the meaning……

Ha ha……

Even if I explained it to you now, you probably still wouldn't understand—

Even though she knew it was pointless to say it, she did it in response to her husband.

Vlame still chose a reference to explain to Agushid.

She turned her head and her gaze fell on the tombstone, which was wet with rain.

When Agushid's gaze followed her—

Vlame spoke to him softly.

"Agushid, why do you think I would grieve for Tuleha's death?"

Why am I saddened by the death of 'Tuleha'...?

This problem is not difficult.

Although he lacked empathy, Agushid was able to answer the question from the perspective of human behavior.

"Because Tuleha sacrificed himself to save others."

"How about making it even simpler?"

"Because he is your disciple."

Yes--

Because he is my disciple, because I am his teacher.

Having received the answer he wanted, Vlamed had already anticipated Agushid's next response.

Nevertheless, she asked the question with anticipation.

"Then, Agushid, I ask you, what am I to you?"

"You are my wife."

"Then who are you to me?"

"I am your husband."

Almost without thinking, Agushid blurted out the answer.

Yes... You are my husband, and I am your wife—

Ha ha……

That's right—

Whether it's 'love' or 'sorrow', whether it's emotion or empathy—

It's not that he can't, nor that he's incapable.

He just... doesn't understand.

Agusid simply doesn't understand...

Just as he doesn't understand that I love him, just as he doesn't understand that he also loves me.

The rain is getting heavier.

But the gloom in Vlamé's heart was the complete opposite of the gloom in the sky.

Undoubtedly, she was still grieving the passing of her disciple.

But there is no doubt that she was also happy to have understood her husband's "heart".

Without much hesitation, he had already anticipated Agushid's still furrowed brow.

Vlamé was very patient, knowing that this was far from enough to make him understand his meaning.

She turned around, almost stepping into Agusid's arms.

Breathing was so distinct in the rain.

A thin mist was just a hair's breadth away from Agushid's eyes.

"Agushid, do you know where the greatest distance in the world is from where?"

Knowing that Vlame was trying his best to answer his questions, Agushid pondered for a moment.

Then, a relatively correct answer was given in reality.

"From the southernmost tip of the empire to 'Heaven'."

Vlame shook his head.

"That...is the interval between life and death?"

This time, Agushid's answer was on an emotional level.

However, judging from Vlamé's reaction, this answer is also incorrect.

She didn't keep her husband waiting long before looking up at him and revealing the answer.

"Agusid, the farthest distance in the world—"

"It is the insurmountable chasm between one person's heart and another's heart."

"It's me who loves you, but you don't know it."

"You love me, but you don't understand."

you love me……

I love you?
They couldn't understand the nonsense, let alone grasp its meaning.

"I'm sorry, Vlame, I still don't understand."

I don't understand...

Agushid's answer did not surprise Vlame.

Because in her estimation, Agushid would not understand these things until at least after her death.

So she raised her hand with a soft laugh and gently stroked her husband's gentle yet stiff face.

As if recalling something worrying, Vlamed suddenly asked:
"Agushid, have you ever regretted anything?"

Too late to regret?

Although it is unknown what caused the worry in Vlame's eyes.

But her question made Agusid shake his head and laugh—

"You're talking nonsense again, Vlame."

Agushid bent down, looking directly at his wife, and stated the undeniable truth.

"—The demons will not regret it."

Vlamé did not refute this.

Only after realizing he had said something foolish did he agree with Agushid's statement.

"Yes...you won't regret it."

"The word 'regret'... doesn't suit you at all..."

She lowered her hand from stroking her husband's face, took a step forward, and gently embraced him.

"Agusid..."

"If I could, I wouldn't want you to have any regrets..."

Whether for others or for myself—

-

“I have no regrets, Vlamé.”

On an unnamed hill—

Coming to his senses, Agushid murmured these words as he gazed at his deceased wife's tombstone.

He certainly won't regret it.

Because he had come to understand emotions at that moment, he knew that his wife had no regrets.

She always knew that he loved her.

I was just too naive to say it while she was still alive.

but……

"But... Vlamed..."

"I really want to regret it."

—Because I couldn't tell the girl I'd been waiting for all this time, "I love you"...

This has always been Agushid's regret and pain.

(End of this chapter)