Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 98 Agusid: Affection for the blue-haired guy -100
To be fair, even setting aside the lurking jealousy—

Frilian would still be surprised by Agusid's assessment of Haita.

Because Agushid doesn't know how to use polite words.

He himself does not have any habit of mentoring or guiding younger generations.

That's why this evaluation is so high that even the white-haired elves can only envy it.

"You're just deliberately trying to suppress me, that's why you're praising those wine-drinking monks so highly, aren't you?"

The stubborn Magic Xiao Deng turned his head away as his three teammates, unable to bear watching, facepalmed.

Then, as was her habit, she climbed onto Agushid's legs—

She pointed her finger and, with reason and evidence, questioned her father's impartiality:
“Agushid, I remember it very clearly…”

"Even Dante and Makarov, who nearly killed Mahat of the Golden City when they joined forces—"

"I've never received such high praise from you before, have I?"

Dante, Makarov...

The first court mage of the unified empire, and one of the seventeen founders of the Holy Staff Court.

A legendary combat hero from the early stages of the millennium war between humans and demons.

Historical records all mention powerful mages who single-handedly defeated the Great Demon Clan.

Hearing this familiar name.

The legendary story of the two slowly flowed through the minds of Simmel, Haita, and Aize.

Before the unified empire split, these two were high-ranking nobles within the present-day central kingdoms.

These are the ancestors of the royal families of various countries today.

Therefore, the legends of these two great magicians have a long history in the central kingdoms today.

It can be said that Simmel, Haita, and Aize all saw puppet shows featuring them as the main characters.

Therefore, even just a few words—

They were also shocked by the information contained within.

But then he remembered that Agusid was the husband of the great sorcerer Vlame.

The group felt somewhat relieved about it.

However, once he came to his senses, Haita finally realized the true value of Agusid's praise.

"Dante, Makarov..."

"They are all figures whose names are recorded in the first volume of 'The Thousand-Year War Between Humans and Demons'."

"Moreover, with their combined efforts, they nearly killed the legendary strongest [Seven Collapse Sage]—"

"If I remember correctly, this is probably a battle record that has never been recorded in history..."

"Being praised to this extent is really a little embarrassing."

Haita, who was watching the father and daughter's conversation without daring to utter a sound, pushed up his glasses and thought to himself.

thump—

The dull thumping sound startled Simmel and the other two from their thoughts.

What came into view was a white-haired elf who was repeatedly covering his head after being hit by Agusid.

"After my targeted training, we barely managed a draw against Mahat in a two-on-one situation—"

"In your eyes, is this something to be praised?"

"So even now, I still think you're completely inadequate, Frilian..."

The white-haired elf, who had almost been glared to death by Mahat from afar, had all the words he wanted to say stuck in his throat by Agusid's gaze.

In the end, she could only vent her frustration by banging her head against her father's chest.

"Hmph, Agusid, keep deliberately trying to undermine me—"

"Anyway, I'm not as bad as you say."

After gently bumping into Agushid, Frilian ignored his messy, frizzy hair.

She simply tilted her head back unhappily, grumbling softly about her father's favoritism.

A thousand years have clearly passed—

She still acts like a child and likes to be spoiled...

"Volamei's prediction was indeed correct..."

Gently put down the comb in your hand.

Faced with his child's grimacing, Agushid calmly reached out and pinched her chin.

As he gently kneaded her skin, he repeated the words his wife used to say. "Frilian..."

"Even a thousand years from now, you will still look like you've never grown up."

"Whether physical or mental—"

Never grow up?
Although the white-haired elf was quite dissatisfied with this assessment, she did not follow Agusid's lead in refuting it.

Because Frilian's clever little brain told her that this was definitely a pretext by Agusid to change the subject.

So Magic Little Deng straightened his flat chest.

She continued relentlessly to expose the fact that her father had suppressed her.

"Hum-"

"Agushid, you must be feeling guilty, right?"

"Admit it, you're praising those monks who indulge in wine and meat so much just to put me down."

With her cheeks pinched by Agusid, Frilian, still refusing to admit the truth, began to ramble on.

The mage watching his own team had begun to show signs of fabricating facts.

The three members of the hero's party surrounding the two exchanged a silent glance and sighed without a word.

"Frilian, don't let jealousy blind you—"

The blue-haired hero, who had always doted on the white-haired elf, shook his head helplessly.

"Although it's hard for you to accept that Haita is better than you, don't be so unreasonable."

As usual, he reached out and stroked Frilian's white fur, earnestly advising her to accept reality.

but--

In doing so instinctively, Simmel forgot the most important thing...

This is not the usual situation.

Agusid's acceptance of the blue-haired guy trying to abduct his white-haired friend was far less than he had imagined.

When a cold, almost icy gaze fell upon Simmel.

He felt a chill run down his spine at all times, looking at his future father-in-law's eyes, which seemed to want to throw him off the Heavenly Vein Dragon—

It was so embarrassing that I almost had to dig out the three-bedroom apartment with my toes.

Simmel, seemingly having heard "Affection -100", withdrew her hand in regret.

After much deliberation...

In an attempt to salvage the first impression, he gave Agusid what he considered a friendly smile.

But clearly, in Agushid's eyes, that smile was more like a provocation.

"Old Deng, the ultrasound report is here. You figure it out."

Agushid pressed his brow, feeling a tinge of fragmented memories from his past life stirred by the scene before him.

Looking at her daughter's eyes, which showed absolutely no resistance—

The old father, anticipating a bad future, lowered his eyes, and his right eyelid twitched involuntarily.

Agusid understood how Seria felt when she saw Volamé with him—

At this moment, I clearly felt as if a boomerang had traveled across millennia and struck me on the head.

But Frillie was completely oblivious to her father's feelings.

A look of headache on Agushid's face.

Despite completely ignoring Simmel's advice, Frillie continued to protest his "unfair" assessment.

finally--

The white-haired elf pouted, her face seemingly saying, "Praise me, or I'll cry!"

He stood quietly with his face tilted up, waiting expectantly for Agushid's answer.

"I never take back what I've said."

"And given your lack of talent and skill, I really can't think of any other way to praise you."

The most powerful demon, gently pinching Magic Little Deng's soft cheek, said this.

"As awkward as ever—"

If Vlamé were still alive...

She would probably still chuckle and tease her husband about his arrogance.

(End of this chapter)