Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Interlude 49: A Dream That Never Ends (Please continue reading)

Agushid walked slowly alone along the forest path in the 'Fol Basin'.

Not too fast, not too slow.

Step by step, just like when we accompanied her on her journey a thousand years ago.

The rustling of falling leaves was incessant, and the withered branches at his feet emitted a faint, mournful sound.

But Agushid didn't care.

He was simply reminiscing about the steps of the past—

They walked little by little through every place they had ever stood.

Ancient trees, flowerbeds, lakes, and the bronze statue she left in the forest clearing.

Reach out and brush the fallen leaves off the bronze statue of Vlamé.

Agushid gently placed his index finger on her face, and for a rare moment, he was lost in thought.

Memories flood back like a tide, bringing back the memories of our first encounter...

Why...why didn't you kill me?

Why should I kill you?

"Because you are a demon and I am a human, and moreover, I attacked you with murderous intent."

"Killing intent...heh..."

"I ask you, human, would you kill a stray dog ​​just because it barks at you?"

"...I am not a puppy."

"I know...it's just a metaphor, the meaning is the same."

"Killing you is utterly insignificant to me."

So, I won't kill you, it's that simple.

"This is the first time I've ever seen such a strange demon as you..."

"Do you born executioners ever have a time when you try to escape killing?"

in memory……

I looked at Vlame, who was kneeling in front of me, and remained silent for a few seconds.

The girl's emerald-like eyes stared straight at him, forcing him to turn his head away.

"..."

"You've talked too much nonsense. Since I've spared your life, get lost."

"If I don't leave, will you kill me?"

"..."

"I told you, killing you is completely insignificant..."

"So, even if I don't leave, you won't kill me?"

"..."

"If you're not afraid of death, then give it a try."

"Interesting……"

Even though I've gone this far, you haven't shown any murderous intent towards me.

“The nameless demon, I’m starting to get curious about you.”

"..."

Strange humans.

"Thank you for the compliment..."

"By the way, to satisfy my curiosity, could you please tell me your story?"

Has the word "strange" become a compliment among humans after all these years?

"And also, I don't want to see you anymore, get out."

"If you don't tell me, I'll keep bothering you and crying for three days and three nights."

"..."

"Whatever."

A gentle breeze swept through, carrying fallen leaves, and that memory came to an abrupt end—

Agushid shook his head slightly and chuckled to himself.

Every time I think back to my first encounter with Volamere, which was anything but romantic...

He was always annoyed by the rigidity of the time.

After magically cleaning the stains off the bronze statue, Agusid did not stop.

He slowly made his way along the path he had walked countless times.

Occasionally, one or two tall stone tablets will appear along the roadside.

It is inscribed with the glorious achievements of conquering one legendary labyrinth after another.

And among them, the highest level—

Naturally, it is the legendary labyrinth "Scattered King's Tomb" that seals the [Water Mirror Demon].

"If you hadn't been saving me, you could have easily killed those two clones in an instant, right?"

"Why would you put yourself in danger to save me, Agusid?"

"I hate seeing humans or my own kind die before my eyes, that's all."

"They don't care about their own lives, but instead care about the lives of others..."

"Of all the simple ways to survive, you chose the most difficult one—"

"Agushid, you really don't seem like a demon at all."

I recall that conversation.

Agushid's fingers gently traced the inscription on the stone tablet.

He will remember the great achievements he and Vlamé made little by little with his body.

"Now that I think about it..."

"Perhaps it was that subconscious action at that moment that truly made her make up her mind..."

As his body swept past the stone tablet, Agushid murmured his own conjectures.

Although no one can answer whether his answer was accurate.

But if it were Vlamé… even if he guessed wrong, he would probably just chuckle softly and kiss me gently.

Finally, with a smile, I cupped his face and said—

"correct answer."

Agushid continued walking forward.

Each step was precisely aimed at avoiding the piles of fallen leaves that Vlamé had liked to hop and skip over back then.

The little house, nestled among the giant trees, is not far away.

The outline of the [Isolation Barrier] came into Agusid's view.

That was planted by him a thousand years ago beside the giant tree, and inscribed by Vlamé—

A sign that reads, "Frilian and dogs are not allowed without the teacher's permission (ω)"

It also welcomed his arrival amidst decay and teetering on the brink of collapse.

"It's been a long time. You've worked so hard to protect this place."

They passed through the [Isolation Barrier] without any hindrance.

After restoring the old signboard to its original state once again, Agushid walked to the front of his former residence.

This place remains unchanged, exactly as it was when he left two hundred years ago.

Of course, this also means that the foolish disciple has not yet met Vlame's expectations of her.

Pushing open the door, the interior furnishings remained the same as always.

A notebook left by Vlamé.

A wooden bed made by Agushid himself.

A desk that Frillie used to study at.

That's all there is in the cabin.

But these are just some seemingly insignificant little items.

Yet it holds many precious and unforgettable memories for Agushid.

Arguhid stepped forward and opened Vlamed's notebook.

The sentence in the preface on the first page—

The phrase "Agushid, do not peek" once again made him stop flipping through the pages.

To this day, he still cannot refuse Vlame's request.

He placed the notebook back on the desk the moment Agushid turned to look at the wooden bed—

The faint echo drifted gently past his ear on the breeze.

"Agushid, I love you..."

Agushid turned to look at the desk, the image of Vlame sitting there vividly in his mind.

She flipped through her notebook and, without warning, uttered the words, "I love you."

Then, with expectant eyes, she looked at him, the one who had once responded to her love with a blank expression.

"I'm such an idiot..."

"Don't you understand these things? Isn't saying this just making things difficult for you...?"

At that moment, she lifted her chin in frustration, but the love she felt for him did not fade away.

"Agushid".

"Um? 』

"How can I make you understand that I love you?"

Her husband's only response was silence.

Even so, Agusid did not see the slightest hint of disappointment in her eyes at that time.

She was just even more looking forward to it...

expect--

In the far future...

Agushid chuckled softly, turned around, and slowly walked towards the wooden bed.

He lay straight on the bed as he always had, and slowly closed his eyes.

"Hey...Agusid—"

In the flower field full of blooming flowers, Agushid saw Vlame, who was sitting in the center, turn his head.

With that everlasting smile, she reached out her hand to her clueless husband.

“Tell me your story again… I can’t quite remember it.”

"Um."

Agushid gently took his wife's hand and sat down beside her.

He felt his wife's body slowly lean against his shoulder.

Agushid stroked the light red hair with his chin.

He held her hand tightly, unwilling to let go even for a moment, and whispered to his wife:
This story... may take a long time to tell...

A long, long time...

He even said he hoped the world could be like it is now—

Until eternity.

Forever.

After another brief moment of lucidity, Agushid closed his eyes again.

He returned to his inescapable dream.

　First of all, I'd like to ask you to continue reading this book; it's really important.

　　It's already at 4500. If it can reach 5000 tomorrow, then I'll work until midnight tomorrow.

　　Also, you guys don't think I've finished writing about my daily life, do you?

　　No way, no way, you guys don't really think I'd end my married life so soon?

　　Write an interlude to let everyone see the book's title first, then feed them some glass shards.

　　If you want to eat knives, wait until they're available.

　　Wahahahaha—

　　
　
(End of this chapter)