Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 94 Simmel: Meeting the Parents, Me?

Fifty-nine years before the Xin Dynasty, the first year of the brave warriors' journey.

The Northern Kingdoms, the Countdom of Granat—

On the tenth day after the hero Simmel and his party defeated the remnants of Aura's guillotine at the Seven Sages' execution...

After multiple verifications, it has been confirmed that Aura has indeed mysteriously and completely disappeared.

Furthermore, the few remaining remnants have already fled to the lords of the northern plateau.

At the petition of all the people of the Count of Granat—

A grand farewell party was held for the heroes and their companions.

"Although this is only a small reward compared to the great achievements you have made."

"But please accept this—"

"Because this is not just my sentiment, but the heartfelt gratitude of the entire people of 'Count Granat Ridge' to you."

"So, hero who sets out to slay the Demon King, please enjoy everyone's hospitality to the fullest today."

Recalling the words and actions of that kind-faced count uncle that morning.

Frilian, who had lived alone for a thousand years, was eventually abducted by Simmel, slightly curled the corners of her mouth.

She held a wine glass that was ridiculously large for her size.

He murmured to himself with his eyes slightly lowered.

"It feels like I've been experiencing the same feelings I had back when Vlamé was still in the capital..."

Sitting in the middle of the bustling city—

The white-haired elf, sipping his drink slowly, smiled smugly.

"uh-huh--"

"If they knew what I'm doing now, they'd probably be proud of me..."

Just thinking about the expressions that Agushid and Vlame might have when they found out about his current situation...

Little Deng, who loves hearing his parents praise his magic, can't help but hum softly.

Then--

Her thoughts were gently interrupted by a pair of large, outstretched hands.

"Children shouldn't drink alcohol; juice is more suitable for you—"

The monk "Mother," who forcibly replaced the wine in Frillie's hand with juice, adopted a stern posture.

He patted the white-haired elf's head with his free hand.

Then, with a serious expression, he warned her:

"After all, I can't guarantee that some blue-haired pervert in the team won't do something indecent to you while you're drunk."

I looked at the swaying juice in my hand—

The smile on Magic Little Deng's face did not fade despite Haita's unquestionable actions and tone.

On the contrary, it seems that this reminded her of something.

Frillie looked at her reflection in the juice and chuckled to herself, lost in her memories.

Well?
He didn't look like he was about to cry, nor did he protest as usual—

Instead, he started laughing to himself...

The monk who had just replaced the wine in the white-haired elf's hand with juice looked at her with some strangeness.

He pushed up his glasses, pondering where the problem lay.

The result is obvious—it's completely incomprehensible.

Completely baffled, Haita could only attribute it all to—

There is a possibility that "Frilian does indeed have some serious illness."

"Bang-"

As the wooden wine cup in his hand was snatched away by another pair of large hands from the hero.

Haita helplessly turned his gaze to the side.

As the blue-haired hero drank the stolen wine in one gulp—

He styled his hair in an extremely cool pose.

"How rude of you, Haita..."

"I heard everything just now..."

"On one occasion, a drunken monk who wasn't completely drunk actually called me a pervert to my face—"

"I absolutely cannot agree with this, don't you think, Aize?"

She looked at Simmel with disdain, noting that even the part of her drink was perfectly aligned with Frillie's.

The dwarf Azer, who was slowly walking towards them, and the sighing monk Haita both spoke with disdain in unison.

"He is indeed a pervert."

"I completely disagree with your point of view, because what you are doing now is a perverted behavior."

"I'm not a pervert, okay?!"

He slowly reached out and, under Frilian's gaze, gently wiped the remaining wine from the corner of her mouth.

Simmel chuckled as she retorted to her two close teammates.

"I only did this to prevent Frilian from switching the wine when you weren't looking—"

Frilian exchanged a puzzled look with Simmel, who was spouting nonsense.

“But I don’t have the magic to switch the juice and the wine, Simmel.”

Whether you have it or not is not important; what's important is that you might have it—

"Therefore, I must make the safest choice."

A certain perverted blue-haired hero tilted his head and continued spouting nonsense with a smile.

"Yeah, that's right."

"There's nothing I can do; being handsome makes me unconsciously think of my teammates..."

"I am truly a sinful man—"

Aize responded by stomping heavily on Simmel's foot. Haita, however, was even more direct—

He maintained a contemptuous expression on his face, muttering the word "pervert" repeatedly.

Unsurprisingly, the chase and playful antics of the hero squad began again.

Frillie rocked back and forth in her chair, enjoying the relaxed and comfortable atmosphere.

She routinely observes the bickering and playful antics of the three people who constantly chase after her.

It's always like this...

The white-haired elf wiggled her little feet and smiled slightly at Simmel, who was facing away from her at that moment.

sometimes--

Being around them always brings back the feeling of when Agushid and Vlame were still alive...

The farce didn't last long.

The three, who had been engaging in their unserious chasing and playful antics and didn't seem like the heroes who had saved the local area at all, quickly returned to normal.

The four sat around a small round table, quietly watching the farewell party the night before their departure come to an end.

As the excitement and the crowds subsided, the brave team finally turned their attention back to their own territory.

After exchanging a knowing smile—

They leaned over the table and began discussing their upcoming itinerary.

"I remember... if we keep going, we'll reach the 'Land of Swords,' right?

"Simmel, are you going to try to pull out the legendary [Sword of the Warrior]?"

This is Haita's inquiry.

But looking at his calm face, it seemed that even without an answer, he actually knew the answer.

"certainly--"

"After all, the legendary Sword of the Hero can't remain without a master..."

With unwavering confidence, Simmel softly responded to the answer she had given Haita when they were children.

As the atmosphere gradually became more subtle, Frilian slowly unfolded the map.

An untimely blow to the optimism of Haita and Simmel.

"The prerequisite for drawing the [Hero's Sword] is that we can reach the [Land of Swords] safely."

Magical Little Deng, who was extremely familiar with geography due to being deeply influenced by Vlamé, continued to explain.

"The 'Land of Swords' is located in the 'Shuvia Mountains'—"

"Let's not even mention that we'll hardly encounter any human habitation along the way."

"Just the difficulty of crossing that snow-capped mountain halfway across is enough to make one despair..."

"Unless you wait another month here, it's not a wise move to brave the last snowfall and venture into the snow-covered mountains."

But it is obvious that—

Her well-intentioned reminder was of no use.

The two brave warriors and the drunken monks shouted "Charge!" as if they were completely fearless of death.

Aze and Frilian exchanged a speechless glance at his dazed appearance.

Then they each sighed silently.

"Joking aside, it was indeed a very dangerous trip..."

Aize's expression was completely different from the two fools over there.

He stroked his beard, looked at the only mage in the group, and said in a serious voice:
"If only Frilian could find a way to get us all flying over there."

--That is impossible.

The white-haired elf, a master of flight magic, thought to himself.

Even with her exceptional skill in "flying magic," she couldn't carry three people across the snow-covered mountain during a blizzard.

She was about to speak up and dissuade Aize from this unrealistic idea—

But the familiar aura she felt in that instant made her eyes widen, and she stood there stunned.

Because her behavior was so obvious, the three of them easily noticed Frillie's unusual behavior.

Simmel frowned and reached out her hand to the stunned white-haired elf.

He was just about to ask what had happened—

But Frilian's sudden grab of his hand froze him in place.

“Aize is right, as long as we can fly there, that will be great.”

The white-haired elf tilted his head back, revealing an unprecedentedly excited smile.

She lowered her head in a joy that the three of them couldn't comprehend, and then slowly spoke.

"Simmel, Haita, Aize..."

"Want to stay with my 'dad' for a while and hitch a ride?"

ride-sharing...

dad? !
There was no time to ponder what Frillian meant by "hitchhiking" and "temporary stay."

Simmel, who was already frozen in place—

He fainted instantly when he heard Frilian say that she would take him to see "Dad".

Meeting the parents...

With me?!

puff-

Simmel consciously ignored Haita and Aize.

Overwhelmed with indescribable happiness, he collapsed onto Frillie's lap.

"What a sinful woman..."

Knowing why Simmel fell asleep the moment her head hit the pillow, Haita pushed up his glasses and muttered a comment in a low voice, oblivious to everyone else.

(End of this chapter)