Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 97 Frillie, who craves praise

"so--"

"What are you doing?"

I woke up on the soft bed in my room and haphazardly rubbed my slightly frizzy white hair.

Stretching lazily, Frilian looked around.

Finally, looking at the three people surrounding Agushid at a small tea table not far away, he asked in confusion.

Simmel, who was standing behind Agushid massaging his shoulders, smiled slightly upon hearing this.

He turned his head and looked tenderly at the white-haired elf who had just woken up.

"Fulillian..."

"We are now expressing our gratitude to Mr. Agushid for his help."

Haita pushed up his glasses after brewing a new pot of black tea.

He gently filled the teacup, adding in a relaxed tone.

"Is such that."

Azer, being a dwarf who could only massage the legs of the most powerful demon, nodded in agreement.

He organized his thoughts, his words filled with gratitude.

"It's a debt of gratitude I have absolutely no idea how to repay..."

"It is terrifying."

help……

Favor?

Magic Little Deng stroked his chin, somewhat confused by what the three were saying.

And if she remembers correctly...

Last night she clearly moved Simmel and the others to another guest room—

How come they were all gathered in my room the moment I opened my eyes?

"Well……"

Frillie rubbed her still sleepy eyes, becoming slightly more awake.
While moving my shoulders, I clearly felt a sense of inexplicable ease.

It was as if all the aftereffects of years of training in magic had disappeared—

"Aftereffects..."

"So that's it."

He glanced at Agushid, who was sitting by the tea table casually flipping through a magic book.

He then carefully observed the current state of the other three.

Frillie, noticing that a tiny scar on Aize's arm had disappeared, quickly understood what had happened.

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It must have been Agusid who used [Slashing Magic] to remove the injuries from everyone's bodies.

But he probably thought it was too troublesome to touch them one by one, so he gathered everyone together.

Then it was completed in one go.

And it looks like...

Simmel, Haita, and Aize were probably all given a lecture by him when they woke up.

However, they probably noticed the changes in their bodies very soon.

That's why they're showing such respect to Agushid now—

but……

They accepted the fact that Agushid was a demon in such a short time.

Should I say they're oblivious?
Thinking of this, Frillie, leaning against the bed, propped her head up with her arm.

Then he gazed at his three teammates with great interest.

"Simmel, Haita, Aize—"

"I never told you that Agusid was a demon..."

"And Agushid knocked you unconscious the moment he saw you yesterday. Aren't you angry?"

The three people, with helpless smiles on their faces, looked at each other and then gave the exact same answer.

"Fulillian..."

"That kind of thing has nothing to do with you, after all, Mr. Agushid is your father."

"Not to mention that Mr. Agushid's original intention was for our own good."

The white-haired elf was very satisfied with the almost unanimous answer from his teammates.

Frilian turned her gaze to Agusid, who had been keeping his head down and not saying a word, and a smug smile appeared on her face.

"How about it, Agushid? My teammates trust me, don't they—"

"Because of me, they didn't mind at all even though they saw that you were a demon."

Agushid gently lifted the still-steaming teacup and took a sip.

He shook his head at Frillie's pleading look.

He merely chuckled at his youngest daughter's words and then fell silent.

"uh-huh--"

"Agusid, you must be jealous that I have such a good teammate..."

"They trust me just as much as they trusted you back then."

Frillie snorted softly, thinking that her father had been rendered speechless.

But her triumphant smile was shattered by the trio's relentless three-pronged attack.

"Actually, Frilian, you're not entirely right—"

Although I'm a bit conflicted.

But to prevent the white elves from getting too cocky, Simmel responded gently.

"Although there was indeed some trust in you involved..."

"But it was others who truly put an end to all our worries."

Haita refilled the empty teacup that Agushid had put down and then continued to speak to Simmel.

"Is such that."

Finally, amidst the white-haired elf's confusion, the answer was given to her—

It's the honest Aize.

"Fulillian..."

Aize turned around and slowly revealed the real reason. "The reason we've completely let our guard down around Mr. Agushid now is—"

"It's because we just met the strongest human, the [Southern Hero], here."

The Brave of the South...

That mustachioed uncle who inexplicably visited me a few years ago...

I remember that Agushid did mention in his letter that this was a disciple he had taken in over the past few decades.

and so……

It doesn't seem impossible for him to appear with the old man—

Having clarified the identity of the "Hero of the South," it was confirmed that the others were most likely not lying to him.

Listening to his teammate's answer, Magic Little Deng silently puffed out his cheeks.

She glared angrily at her teammate who had sabotaged her at such a crucial moment.

His eyes were brimming with tears, as if he were about to cry for three days and three nights at the slightest provocation.

however……

With Agusid's tacit approval, no one cared.

Seeing his elderly father, whom he hadn't seen for hundreds of years, completely ignoring his impending tears.

Frillie jumped out of bed, put on her slippers, and walked all the way to Agusid.

She casually picked up a small stool and a comb from her bedroom.

While Agusid was quietly reading the grimoire, she threw a tantrum and demanded that he comb her hair.

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"It's been centuries since we last met, at least praise me a little more in front of my teammates..."

Feeling the familiar force touching her hair from behind, Frillie grumbled in dissatisfaction.

"How would you like me to praise you when you have three teammates who are clearly much better than you?"

Just like a thousand years ago, Agushid's assessment of Frilian remains cold and indifferent.

certainly--

It cannot be ruled out that the lonely old man was angry because his daughter had not taken the initiative to visit him over the years.

"That's an outrageous statement. How can warriors and mages be compared?"

"Besides, isn't it normal for humans to grow much faster than elves?"

He refused to admit that he was the worst player in the team, and tried to save face by saying that he was the only one with magic.

"Then how do you explain why this monk beside you, who is only in his twenties, has nearly half of your magical power?"

Agusid gently tapped Frillie's head with a comb.

It dealt her a blow on both a psychological and physical level:
"A thousand years of consistent training has been overtaken by someone in just twenty years..."

How dare you stay in this group?

Frillie fell silent.

She should have realized long ago that it was wishful thinking for her to expect praise from Agushid.

Seeing that his youngest daughter remained silent, Agushid did not stop there.

This time, however, he wasn't addressing Frilian, but rather Haita, who was serving him.

"Like I just said, you are indeed very good—"

"But you, who possess this talent for magical training, have chosen the wrong path."

Looking at his daughter's monk teammates, whose magical power was even greater than that of the useless Great Demon Aura, he saw...

Agushid first affirmed his decision, and then expressed regret over his choice to become a monk.

"If you hadn't chosen to serve that goddess, but instead chose to become a magician..."

"I believe that you, who possess this magic, will be remembered by history."

This is almost the highest praise one could receive from Agushid.

Damn it... why did they have to talk about those who indulge in wine and meat instead of me?

Frillie, twitching her ears, turned her head with this thought in mind.

She looked at Haita with a hint of jealousy, whose face remained calm, as if he didn't care at all.

"Thank you for the compliment."

Although I was somewhat surprised by this sudden praise—

However, Haita calmly adjusted his glasses and responded to Agushid very politely.

"But compared to leaving my name in history, I definitely prefer to be noticed by the goddess..."

Agusid was not surprised by this answer.

Because monks are just that kind of group of people.

When he persuaded the old monk at the Imperial Cathedral to switch to the human magic system built by Vlame.

That's the same answer he got.

but……

Let's leave aside the two uncouth warriors beside me, who are just as crude as that foolish disciple.

Despite Haita's rare talent, Agushid finally offered a word of advice.

Even so—

"I still recommend that you study a type of offensive magic while specializing in [Goddess Magic]."

“The first ‘Holy Staff’ of the unified empire, the ‘Holy Staff Court’, a thousand years ago is a good example.”

"While you may not be able to reach his level, you can at least achieve half of his accomplishments."

Also practice offensive magic...

The original "Holy Staff"?
Haita nodded, seemingly understanding but not quite.

Although I only have a superficial understanding of much of the information in this sentence.

But this did not prevent him from understanding the goodwill contained in Frilian's father's words.

He was about to ask Agusid for advice on choosing 'attack magic'.

But Frillie's surprised cry made him swallow his words.

"Hey...Agusid, you're totally targeting me—"

With helpless looks in Simmel and Azena's eyes.

The unwilling Magic Little Deng gritted his teeth, his jealousy and bitterness overflowing.

"Why do you rate this wine-drinking monk so much higher than me?!"

(End of this chapter)