Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 122 The Eve Before Arriving at the Northern Plateau—A Premonition from a Dream (Part 2)

If I remember correctly...

This seems to have happened during my eighth year living in the capital.

It was a beautiful, clear, sunny midday.

The classroom, resembling a medieval palace and featuring the architectural style of a unified empire, was filled with:

As the court monks bowed and dispersed after the morning's lessons concluded,
Agushid, who was filling in for his lazy wife on the podium, remained motionless.

He exuded an aloofness that kept strangers at bay.
As always, I took advantage of the brief free time after the court monks left to organize the deciphered content.

While doing so, they quietly waited for Vlamé, who had finished sleeping in, to come and take over.

—After all, Frillie had to attend classes in the afternoon.

If Vlame were to go, that foolish disciple would only slack off under her indulgence.

Vlamé is rarely late.

So when Agushid got to the third page...
He heard his wife's soft footsteps right on time.

The light red hair appeared even before Volameh himself.

When Agusid caught a glimpse of that light red in the corner of his eye, he looked away from the notebook.

Vlamena's signature light laugh and she herself were already standing in front of Agushid.

At this point, Agushid, who was still the conversation killer, naturally wouldn't be the first to speak.
His style is to say goodbye silently and then leave slowly.

So he simply turned back to look at Vlamé's ageless face, and silently got up.
—I was interrupted when I got up.

The culprit was Vlamé, who had a slight smile on his face.

Under Agushid's helpless gaze,
Like a child, Vlame sat directly on his lap in a playful manner.

Her movements certainly didn't stop there—

She skillfully rested her head on her husband's shoulder.
Then she opened her arms and wrapped them tightly around Agushid's neck:
Vlamé looked up at her husband, who had reached out to hold her waist to prevent her from falling, and blinked her eyelashes.

Her face slowly approached, just as it was about to pass over his chin without any obstruction—

The most powerful demon has finally spoken.

"Don't make trouble..."

"Volamei, don't always act like a child who hasn't grown up."

His intervention had a slight effect, but only a slight one.

Yes--

Agushid's words only caused Vlame's movements to pause for a moment.

"Treating his wife's affection as childish playfulness—"

"Although I am indeed a child in your eyes in terms of age..."

"But Agusid, what you're saying is still very impolite..."

Vlame's nose brushed lightly against Agushid's chin, carrying the warm scent of sunshine.

As she chuckled, her breath brushed against the skin of her husband's neck, causing him to involuntarily tense his shoulders.

"I'm just stating the facts."

Agushid's fingers, which were resting on Vlame's waist, tightened slightly, then quickly relaxed.

"Being truthful and being impolite are not contradictory—"

"At least you should be appropriately indulgent when you're with your wife..."

"Otherwise, a husband who is too rigid will be disliked by his wife."

As he uttered those words with a low laugh

While Agushid wasn't looking, Vlame slowly moved his face up half a step.

But how could Agusid, as the strongest demon, not notice?
But he didn't say anything, only indulging Vlame's little tricks.

"Then what do you want to do, Vlame?"

He lowered his eyes, looking at his wife's face so close to his own—

Vlamé's eyes appeared as a transparent pale blue in the sunlight, and the shadows cast by his eyelashes trembled gently with each blink.

"Good afternoon kiss."

He naturally expressed his needs, and Vlamé's smile was full of expectation.

"I don't remember ever having something like a 'good afternoon kiss' before..."

"Then it will be available from now on."

"why?"

"Because I have classes in the afternoon, I need my husband's kiss to help me get rid of laziness."

Vlame lied without batting an eye, his voice low and steady throughout.
It was as if it were stating an irrefutable fact.

A clumsy lie.

Even someone as slow-witted as Agushid at this moment could clearly see through this.

But looking into his wife's eyes, he ultimately couldn't refuse Vlame's expectations.

Her long black hair slowly fell down, and the light red ends of her hair began to entangle with it.

But only for a moment.

Or rather, they could separate at the slightest touch—

That's how Agusid is; you can't expect him to understand the meaning behind a kiss.

But that's enough.

This is what Vlamé wanted.

So, nestled in Agushid's arms, she watched the brief distance between them and chuckled softly.
Her light red hair swept across Agushid's collarbone with her movements.

"I love you...Agusid..."

To openly express this passionate confession, which might seem overly intense to outsiders,

Vlame looked at Agushid's calm gaze and lowered his head helplessly.

"what the hell……"

"Shouldn't you be happy to lean down and kiss your wife a few more times after she confesses her love?"

"As slow-witted as ever, Agushid—"

Vlam deliberately dragged out the last syllable, uttering unrealistic and somewhat pretentious nonsense.

In response, she was met with a pinching of her cheek by her husband.

He raised his free hand and gently placed it on his wife's cheek.

Agushid punished the increasingly audacious Vorame with gentle pinching.

"Taking an inch and wanting a mile—"

The most powerful demon race is also described in the same way.

And Vlamé seemed to be aware of this himself.
So after her husband's "punishment," she stopped acting recklessly.

He then reached out and playfully twirled a strand of Agushid's black hair with his finger.
"Stay with me."

This was her earnest plea, and even the laziness in her words had dissipated somewhat.

It's not an unreasonable request.

Normally, Agushid would have indulged his wife's little wish.

but now……

"I have class this afternoon."

Agusid's answer was equally earnest.

"Frilian and the court mages still need my and your guidance."

She guiltily looked away, her lips lightly tracing a path down her husband's neck.

After a second of hesitation,

Vlamé finally whispered what he had done.

"They were all given the day off when I arrived."

Recalling Frilian's happy yet resentful eyes and the wicked smiles of the court mages,
Vlame continued:

"Frilian has already gone to the dessert shop, and the court mages have all gone home."

silence.

Agushid's helplessness and silence were deafening.

But he did not, and could not, say anything to Vlamé about such a trivial matter.
It's even less likely that they would have any dissatisfaction with what Vlame did.

So, he could only gently flick her brow while she feigned pain.

Then he gave a low-pitched evaluation.

"That's why I told you not to always act like a child, Vlame..."

But faced with her husband's helplessness, Vlame's reaction was...

"Heh heh—" (feigning ignorance) As expected, Agushid still indulged Vlame's nonsense.

He didn't speak, he just held her soft body in his arms.

Vlamé was not surprised by this result.

She gazed at her husband's serious and unchanging profile, then tilted her head back and nuzzled him gently.

She said she wanted him to be with her, so Agushid would do as she asked.

That's why Vlamé loved him.

That's why the two of them have come this far together.

Although he did not respond, Agushid did not reject his wife's affection this time.

He simply sensed the flow of that red hair, his gaze slowly falling on the deciphered manuscript spread out on the lectern.
The most powerful demon could just hold Volameh for an entire afternoon and do nothing.

But being someone who always values ​​efficiency, he chose to continue working during this process.

After all, there are still some contradictions on the third page of the content that was deciphered yesterday, which I am currently organizing.

But he forgot that his wife would get jealous.

Especially when you find that your husband's attention is not on you at times like this.

"That's outrageous, Agusid..."

Vlame followed her husband's gaze, then sighed and looked down.

This time, it was she who felt helpless.

"Is the allure of the wife in my arms not as great as the deciphered text?"

"Even someone as calm as me would get angry in this situation."

angry--

This word finally made Agushid turn his gaze back to his wife's face.

Vlamay's cheeks puffed out slightly, and she crossed her arms, feigning anger.
He stared intently at Agushid's hand, which had already raised the pen.

So the pen was put down without hesitation.

Agushid lifted the hand upwards, his knuckles gently resting on Vlame's cheek.

"The recent deciphering is very important."

The most powerful demon, who was not one to flatter, spoke in an unusually gentle tone compared to his usual coldness:
"There's something very interesting in the fourth major chapter of 'The Sage Evish's Grimoire,' specifically in the seventh volume, fourteenth section, 'On the Possibilities of Goddess Magic,' titled 'The Realm Uncharted by Humanity.'..."

"According to Evisch's argument, [Goddess Magic] might have the potential to break your proposed 'principle of the irreversibility of magic'—"

To Agushid's surprise, his theory might be overturned...

Vlamé remained remarkably calm.

It's unclear whether it stemmed from her self-confidence or from prior suspicion.

"I already knew about this nine years ago at the Goddess Monument."

Although he really wanted to tell Agushid, Vlame ultimately couldn't bring himself to say it.

She simply poked Agushid's cheek, her eyes gently squinting.

Is this something really worth worrying about?

Her face drew close again, almost touching Agushid's chin.

"More attractive than me?"

Sunlight streamed in through the stained glass windows high above, casting dappled shadows around them.

Agushid could clearly see the slight smile on Vlame's face—a smile that betrayed her anticipation of his reply.

So he reached out and gently smoothed down a stray lock of his wife's hair, his touch incredibly tender.

"not at all."

"But if we find the answer, it might explain why I fainted in front of the Goddess Monument in the Kino Mountains..."

This answer pleased Vlamé greatly.

So even though she knew that Agushid couldn't find the answer from it...

But they did not stop him from doing so.

She adjusted her posture to make herself more comfortable.

"Then you can continue, I want to sleep a little longer."

Listening to his wife's soft murmurs in his arms,

Knowing that she was no longer pretending to be angry, Agushid breathed a sigh of relief.

He gave a barely audible "hmm".
Then, he steadily supported Vlamée in his palms, moving her body slightly upwards to prevent her from slipping off him.

The movement was so natural, as if his arm was born to conform to the curves of her body.

Therefore, Vlamé, who was about to fall asleep, was even happier—

So, before things quieted down, she buried her face in the crook of Agushid's neck one last time.
Then she took a deep breath of her husband's pleasant fragrance.

Agushid's lips twitched.

Looking down at Vlame's light red hair, who was fooling around,
After hesitating for a moment, he gently rested his chin on it.

"Don't make trouble."

These were his last whispered words to his wife.

Vlamé did not answer.

Because she has settled down—

So much so that even the sound of sycamore leaves rustling against each other could be heard in the palace.

Sunlight streamed between Agushid and Vlame, who were embracing each other.

The breaths of the two people mingled, turning them golden.

Agushid's other hand had somehow moved to the back of Vlame's neck.
He gently stroked her loose red hair as she slept soundly.

The wife, of course, wouldn't stop her husband from instinctively getting close to her.

So Vlamé simply smiled and closed his eyes, letting that familiar warmth surround him.

But she wasn't completely inactive.
She was already half-asleep, and ended the session with a blurry, light kiss—

Falling into a nap...

Her breathing gradually became even.

But his fingers still gripped Agushid's clothes tightly, as if he didn't want to let go even in his sleep.

Agushid sat quietly, not starting work immediately.
Instead, their gaze fell upon the stained glass of the rear window in the distance.

Sunlight streamed through the blue glass panes, casting shimmering patches of light on the floor.

Like the surface of a lake gradually rippling.

Like... the fleeting arc in his eyes.

Carefully picking up the quill pen from the table, he continued the unfinished decoding work with minimal movement...

Afraid of disturbing the weight on his shoulders, Agushid glanced at his wife's sleeping face...

He slowly lowered his head.

Of course, Vlame would occasionally move slightly in his dreams and utter indistinct murmurs.

So whenever this happened, Agushid would stop writing and wait for her to calm down again.

Even he himself didn't notice...

The corners of his mouth would always turn up slightly without him even realizing it.

It forms an almost imperceptible chuckle.

Outside the window, the afternoon breeze gently blows, carrying the fragrance of roses from the distant garden.

Another murmur came from Vlamé.

Agushid put down his pen, looked down at his wife's sleeping face, and

He reached out and brushed a strand of red hair that had fallen to the corner of her mouth away.

The eyes of the most powerful demon revealed a tenderness that only occasionally appeared in moments when no one was watching.

In the spacious palace classroom, time seemed to be slowed down by the creator goddess.
Every minute, every second is stretched into an unforgettable memory.

The sunlight moved slowly—

The silhouettes of the two figures, nestled together, were gradually cast against the ancient stone wall.
As if it were eternal.

-

The deepening twilight caused Agushid to open his eyes in the study.

He didn't move after emerging from the dream, but instead pondered quietly.

"The Kino Mountains..."

"The Monument to the Goddess..."

It seemed that the words of his foolish disciple had led Agushid to some kind of suspicion.
Gazing towards the northern plateau, he murmured to himself.

(End of this chapter)