Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 182 The Sentimental Vlamé
The most powerful demon race in modern times VS the strongest demon king from a thousand years ago —

This battle, undoubtedly the most powerful in history, ended in a complete victory for Agushid.

It took eight minutes and thirty-one seconds.

The most powerful demon, who had won without a scratch and with ease, calmly walked toward the cabin in the woods.

In his eyes, the battle with the Demon King was not as important as the time he spent with Volameh.

"but……"

"It's always good to find a way to revive Volamete."

On his way home, Agushid silently pondered the artificial goddess monument the Demon King had spoken of—

And recalling the words the Demon King mentioned yesterday—that his notes were one of the materials…

The most powerful demon suddenly seemed to realize something and pressed his temples in distress.

"【The Sage Evisch's Grimoire】—"

"If I remember correctly, this thing originally belonged to Celia..."

"In other words, even if I have found a way to be resurrected from the old immortal, I still have to go see her again when I return to the future."

……

Agushid suddenly had a bad feeling.

"Will there be another fight in a few days?"

Put this troublesome possibility out of your mind for now—

Having already spotted Vlame's figure in front of the flower field, Agushid's gaze softened again.

The most powerful demon did not want to bring his troubles and unhappiness to his wife, who should be living a carefree life in this era.

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"Won?"

Vula was already standing in the sea of ​​flowers in front of the cabin in the woods.

Upon seeing Agushid's slowly approaching figure, she asked softly.

Do you really think I'll lose?

Agushid walked at a leisurely pace, but quickly arrived in front of Vlame.

He lowered his head and looked at his wife, a hint of flippancy in his eyes suggesting dissatisfaction with Vlame's rhetorical question.

In response, Vlame helplessly reached out and gently poked Agushid's cheek.

"Although I'm sure you'll win, anyone would have some questions about that inexplicable ending, right?"

"Speaking of which, what exactly did you do at the end? Did the Demon King just admit defeat?"

Agusid didn't even hide it from the Demon King, so he certainly wouldn't hide it from Volame.

"Yeah, I admit defeat."

"Of course, he has no choice but to admit defeat. I already made a huge concession by not killing him with one blow."

A fatal blow?
Hearing Agushid's exaggerated words, Vlame, unusually, expressed his belief.

After all, the opponent is that demon king.

If it weren't for an absolute disadvantage or a force that was absolutely impossible to resist, the Demon King would never admit defeat, right?
Vlamé still remembers the stories Celia told her about the Demon King.

That was an incomprehensible demon who was arrogant and confident.

Even compared to the current Agusid, he is no less impressive.

"Such unimaginable power..."

"Agusid, the you I know isn't overly obsessed with power—"

"But why are you still able to do this a thousand years later?"

Vlame slowly took a step forward, almost touching Agushid.

She raised her head, her eyes very close to the most powerful demon.

So close that Agusid could almost count her eyelashes one by one.

"Volamey, you know the answer to this question perfectly well, don't you..."

Even if I don't say it, you definitely know the answer—

Agushid's helpless tone made Vlame feel a little guilty. So she didn't avoid the gaze of the most powerful demon.

As Agusid said—

Vlamé was actually able to guess the answer.
She just wanted to hear Agusid confirm the guess she didn't want to be sure of.

Vlamé's fingertips trembled slightly.
A sudden tightness in her chest forced her to gently lift Agusid up.

The first great human mage rested his head against Agushid's chest.

Embrace your loved one tightly in a flower field swaying gently in the breeze.

—For long-lived species like elves and demons, increasing their power is generally a very long process.

The most obvious example of this is the white-haired elf Freylian:

Because they have almost no concept of time, they often spend their time on personal interests like studying magic, rather than focusing on offensive power.

But Agusid's current performance has already proven that his future experience will be completely opposite to that of Frilian.

After all, the exaggerated power he displayed far exceeded the growth level that a normal immortal being should have—

Even his own master, Celia, could not compare to Agushid in terms of growth rate.

There is only one explanation in this case...

That is, Agushid, who influenced the future.

Only his own actions could have caused Agushid to make such a drastic change.

"Honestly, you're making me feel more and more guilty..."

"Agushid, I really wanted you to live a happy life forever."

Vlame's voice was somewhat muffled, and even Agushid could sense the helplessness in his words.

"Now it seems that my actions have completely backfired..."

"No matter how you look at it, I am a deeply sinful woman—"

"But ultimately, it's the way I chose, isn't it?"

"Isn't it all my own fault that I can't live in a world without you and that I'm obsessed with resurrecting you?"

Agushid's sincere comfort had no effect; instead, it only made Vlame hug him even tighter.

obviously……

Even the most powerful demons could not directly dispel Volame's self-blame.

"You clearly won, you should be celebrating your victory right now..."

"You must be quite annoyed by my unreasonable behavior, Agushid, right?"

Slowly releasing his embrace of Agushid,

"Volat asked softly, forcing a smile," Volat asked.

"No, it's strange that you would even think that way."

Agushid gently took Vlame's hand in his, his fingertips tracing the back of her hand.

"You're always like this, taking on responsibilities that aren't yours."

Agushid's voice was gentle, like a stream flowing through the forest.

"Isn't it perfectly natural that I became stronger because I wanted to see you again?"

"Or do you think the correct answer is that my future self will be completely indifferent to your affairs?"

"Do you want me to forget you, Vlame?"

Vlamé gazed at their overlapping palms, sunlight filtering through their fingers and casting dappled shadows on the ground.

"Agushid, of course I don't want you to forget me—"

"But what if this relationship becomes a shackle binding you..."

Vlame was interrupted by Agushid before he could finish speaking.

He reached out and gently placed his hand on Vlamé's face.

"shackles?"

"Volamei, it's not good for you to be so sentimental..."

(End of this chapter)