Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 96 The Blue-Haired Hero's First Meeting with His Father-in-Law

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

On the morning of the fifth day after Agushid set out to find Seria:

The hero Simmel awoke from a deep sleep that lasted all night.

He slowly rose from the floor—

He silently fixed his gaze on the tall figure sitting on the edge of the bed not far from him.

—Agusid

As expected, this figure, which even Simmel felt immense pressure just by looking at it...

That's the father that Frillie mentioned.

Look around as much as possible—

Upon discovering that Aize and Haita, who were on the floor nearby, were not in danger and were also fast asleep, Simmel breathed a sigh of relief.

As the first of the three to wake up, Simmel did not make the foolish move of continuing to "pretend to be asleep".

Knowing that his every move was being observed by that figure, he calmly straightened up.

Without making a sound to disturb—

Simmel simply sat quietly on the floor, staring at Agushid, who didn't even raise his head.

He sat very familiarly beside the sleeping Frillie—

The white-haired elf seemed to be fully aware of this even in his sleep.

She's like a child who hasn't grown up.

Even though she didn't open her eyes, her hands were tightly wrapped around her father's waist.

Although the blue-haired hero also hoped that one day the clueless white-haired elf would embrace him like this.

But watching all this, he felt no jealousy whatsoever.

because……

This was the first time Simmel had ever seen Frilian sleep so peacefully beside someone.

But actually it is true—

Why would a son-in-law be jealous of his father-in-law?
Under Simmel's gaze—

Agusid doesn't seem to object to the white-haired elf's behavior...

He even seemed somewhat used to it.

Agusid's hands never stopped, gently patting Frilian's back in a rhythmic fashion.

Repeatedly, with gentle movements.

In Simmel's eyes, this was simply an old father coaxing his little daughter to sleep.

On any other day, Simmel would have smiled at this heartwarming and happy scene.

if--

If he hadn't seen the pair of horns on Agusid's head that undoubtedly belonged to the [demon race]...

Caught completely off guard, Simmel found it hard to look away from the most prominent feature of the "demon race".

Demons.

The 'father' that Frillie speaks of—

It's a demon.

Moreover, without a doubt, they are absolutely top-tier demons with incomprehensible strength.

Simmel knew very well.

The reason he could see those 'horns' was because Agusid had no intention of hiding it from the beginning.

Yes, he certainly didn't need to hide it...

Because of that silent, invisible pressure that almost suffocated Simmel—

That's precisely why he's so aloof!

In the past, when facing such a great demon race—

Even when imprisoned, without any weapons at his disposal.

Even knowing that victory is impossible, and even the thought of escaping is a fantasy—

But Simmel would never sit here and surrender, letting himself be slaughtered, as he is now.

But this time it’s different…

This time, Simmel simply sat silently, without making any movement.

It wasn't just his absolute trust in Frilian that led him to make this choice.

More importantly, what truly calmed Simmel's restless heartbeat—

It was the look in Agushid's eyes as he calmly gazed at Frilian's profile.

There was a moment...

The blue-haired hero couldn't think of any words to describe that gaze.

Gentle, indulgent...

Sadness, remembrance...

why?
Why do such contradictory and complex emotions appear in one person's eyes at the same time?
Especially... appearing in the eyes of a bloodless and tearless demon?
Simmel was unaware of this, and he himself was perplexed by it.

and many more……

He was looking at...it seemed like he wasn't just looking at Frilian... After a long period of observation, Simmel was once again certain of this idea.

Yes, the sadness and longing that welled up in his eyes...

It wasn't referring to the sleeping Frillie—

But it was that deep red earring she had never taken off...

That earring seemed to be very important to him.

but--

For demons, besides their own lives...

Is there really anything that can make them show such a sentimental look in their eyes?
Simmel, realizing this, was once again confused.

despair……

despair……

despair……

The ticking of the old but sturdy grandfather clock echoed in the room.

Like the tolling of bells before a trial—

It makes one's throat move involuntarily, and breathing become heavier.

Simmel was filled with a series of perplexing questions.

In this environment, leaning against Haita and Aize behind him, he sat quietly on the floor.

Seconds feel like months, days feel like years...

Ding--

When the numbers on the old clock slowly come to rest on the number [VIII].

Under Simmel's incredibly tense gaze—

Agushid finally slowly shifted his gaze away from Frilian's profile.

Then it slowly landed on my face.

Their eyes met.

Simmel felt a little embarrassed by the cold gaze from her future father-in-law (whom she perceived as her father) and wanted to turn her head away.

Under those eyes, the blue-haired hero felt as if he had no secrets left.

Completely and nakedly exposed before Agushid.

And Simmel's intuition was undoubtedly correct—

Because the first thing he heard from Agushid was the answer to the confusion in his eyes.

"No need to be confused..."

"Whether it's about my identity or my sentimentality just now."

Agusid, who had anticipated and was fully aware of all the doubts in Simmel's heart at this moment, spoke calmly.

His hand lingered on the deep red teardrop-shaped earring on Frillie's ear.

He gave Simmel answers to all her questions in an extremely indifferent yet calm tone.

"As you can see, I am undoubtedly a demon, and a great demon who has lived for thousands of years."

"As for my sadness just now, it was just because I was a little lost in thought when I saw the things my wife left to my children."

In Simmel's sight, Agushid put Frilian's hand, which was wrapped around his waist, aside.

Then he slowly stood up and introduced himself with an air of aloofness and solitude.

"My name is Agushid of the [Collapsed Kingdom]—"

"It has survived from the age of mythology to the present day, long forgotten by humanity and even history..."

"The most powerful demon race."

There was no chance to react.

Under Simmel's astonished gaze, her future father-in-law gave her his own show of force.

That was aimed at only one person, from the world's most powerful mage—

Absolute pressure!!!

Without a doubt, Simmel will faint again in the face of this ultimate power in the world.

——That’s how it should be.

At least that was indeed Agushid's initial intention.

But the small hand that gently hooked his palm made Agusid stop in his tracks.

"Uncle..."

Her eyes were tightly closed, and her little face was all scrunched up—

As if having a nightmare, the white-haired elf unconsciously reached out and grabbed her old father.

In a state of inexplicable dependence and reassurance, Frilian murmured softly.

then--

Agushid lowered his eyes and gently stroked his youngest daughter's cheek.

In Simmel's relieved look of "being saved".

The oppressive aura disappeared.

(End of this chapter)