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Chapter 144 The Two's Nighttime (Part 2)
Two hours later——

The most powerful demon gently stroked the long hair of his wife, who lay limp in his arms.
In Vlamena's exhausted panting,
Agushid couldn't help but feel helpless about her unwarranted bravado.

"Are you ok?"

Do you need to rest for a while?

The voice of the most powerful demon was quite gentle, and his attitude was equally understanding.

However, his poor and easily misunderstood remarks still offended Vlamé.

"What a terrible consolation and problem, Agusid..."

"You always give me the illusion that I can't meet the needs of my lover."

"Huh? Is that so?"

"I just think you look a little tired right now."

I'm a little tired...

Despite being exhausted, Vlame felt an inexplicable stubbornness upon hearing what Agushid said.

"I'm not tired at all..."

"I'm just feeling a little weak in the legs right now because of human physiology—"

Vlamé, who felt like an "incompetent wife," was quite stubborn.

They tried to mask their helplessness by engaging in small talk and changing the subject.

They also wanted to use this as a chance to catch their breath.

It can only be said that even the physique of humanity's first great mage could not compare to that of the most powerful demons.

Even if this body is only the one it was when it was five hundred years old—

But Agushid's energy and physical strength still completely overwhelmed his wife.

After only two hours, Volamey in her arms was too weak to support herself.
But for Agushid, fatigue was almost impossible.

Even if he doesn't cheat with [Slash Magic], it's still the same.

So, leaning against the bed frame—

Agushid, who had remained energetic for the past two hours, found his wife's stubbornness in his arms amusing.

He neither exposed it nor said anything more.

After all, in a way, isn't this another form of marital intimacy?
"In that case, do you have any questions for me?"

With his other hand, he gently patted Vlamé's bare back.
Using a simple technique he had casually created a thousand years later to slowly restore his wife's strength, Agushid continued:

"After all, the opportunity is rare, and I don't have anything else to do right now."

There's nothing to do...

Although Agushid's performance clearly showed that he had indeed regained his emotions.
But his emotional intelligence remains unchanged.

Vlame could understand that Agushid was deliberately giving himself a way out.

It's not just about changing the subject to suit your own tastes, but also about giving yourself a chance to recover from your fatigue.

"But the second half of your sentence was still very rude..."

What does "there's nothing to do" mean?

"You're making me feel really useless..."

Despite complaining in his heart, Vlame did not stray far from Agushid's embrace.

Rather, it's more accurate to say she hugged him even tighter.

The tension was so great that even the most powerful demon sensed something was wrong with his wife's condition.

But do you expect Agusid to understand his own low emotional intelligence?
Let's save our breath then.

Did I say something wrong?

The most powerful demon leaned close to his wife's ear and whispered a question.

Agushid's tone was quite puzzled, so Vlame's frustration naturally dissipated.

"It's less about saying the wrong thing and more about telling the truth making me feel useless—"

"Is that right?"

Agushid chuckled softly, and after carefully considering his words and realizing that there was something slightly wrong with them, he took the initiative to apologize to his wife in his arms.

"I'm sorry, Vlamé..."

"After all, I don't have the memory or experience of actively talking to you during the process at that time."

"In my memory, I would usually be putting you to sleep by this time—"

"So what I just said was just unintentional, there's no need to take it to heart."

Usually by this time, they would already be putting me to sleep...

This is getting increasingly outrageous, isn't it?

Having regained a little strength, he slowly raised his head—Volame, whose panting had gradually subsided, looked resentfully at Agushid, who was completely unaware that he had said something wrong again.
For a moment, I didn't know whether to be angry or sigh.

In the end, however, Vlamé did not choose either of them.

She simply leaned quietly against Agushid's shoulder, her long, light red hair brushing against his chin.

Vlame was unable to refute Agushid's words.

Therefore, humanity's first great mages could only wait for their strength to recover before they could fight against the most powerful demons.

So, in order to avoid wasting time lying there, Vlamed finally accepted Agusid's suggestion.

Under Agusid's gentle gaze, she asked the question rather abruptly.

"Agushid, what have you been doing for most of the thousand years after my death?"

Vlamé did not ask about the story of the two of them spending the next sixty-one years together.

Because she knew she would experience those things eventually.

But the story of the thousand years after her death is different.

For that entire thousand years, Agushid was most likely alone...

He has probably been in pain all along.

Furthermore, considering what Agusid said earlier today about his reluctance to fight the Demon King,
Vlame even speculated that Agushid might waste his future trying to resurrect himself—

That's why she asked that question.

Vlamé knew that this opportunity to turn back time was short and rare.
So she wanted to use these seven short days to make up for some of Agushid's loneliness and regret.

Even if it's just a little bit...

"Me in the future?"

"I travel alone most of the time."

Agushid did not lie, but he concealed part of the truth through his rhetoric.

The part about wanting to resurrect Vorame.

Because he didn't want Vlamé to worry about his choice from then on.
That's why he ultimately chose to deliberately conceal it.

"Traveling alone..."

"That's it..."

Vlame didn't say much, but continued to ask Agushid:
Were those trips interesting?

"Not very interesting; most of them are just meaningless and time-wasting attempts."

A pointless and time-wasting attempt...

These words, coupled with Agushid's gaze that clearly indicated he was hiding something from him, were a powerful reminder of the truth.

Vlame realized that his guess was probably correct.

It seems that the future Agusid will truly be wasting his time trying to resurrect her.

But she didn't say it aloud, nor did she tell Agushid whether what he did was right or wrong.

She simply followed Agusid's lead and inquired about the details of his travels.

Agushid's account was not very detailed; many events were only mentioned in passing.
Because solo travel consists of everyday little things that aren't worth recording in great detail.

At least that's what he said.

Even as he listened to those extremely dangerous experiences, Vlamé never refuted them.

Because those were indeed trivial matters in Agushid's eyes.

Or rather, even the most difficult maze in the world was just a trivial trouble in Agushid's words.

"It sounds like... your future without me is pretty bad... Agusid."

"So that's why you seem so happy after time went back?"

Agushid did not answer Vlame's almost affirmative question.

He simply acquiesced, and that was the end of it.

However, by this time, Vlamé's strength had almost fully recovered.

So she didn't ask any further questions, but instead gently kissed Agusid.
Then they adjusted their positions again, with Agushid pinning her down.

Are you sure you want to continue?

"If you continue like this, you won't have the energy to think about the itinerary for the next seven days tonight."

Before the most powerful demon bent down, he asked one last question out of concern.

"continue……"

"We'll talk about those things tomorrow—"

This was yet another defiant answer from Vlamena before she was utterly exhausted.

(End of this chapter)