Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 56 Magic, isn't it amazing?
Despite some minor hiccups.

But on the tenth day of my winter trip—

Despite some close calls, the Celestial Dragon reached its destination, the 'Fol Basin,' without any major incidents.

Because of the [Isolation Barrier].

The location of the cabin in the woods is not obvious in terms of magical perception.

But none of this matters to its creator.

Soon, Agusid and Vlame brought Magic Little Deng to their old home.

"It's so small and dilapidated... and there's no way three people could live here."

Looking at the room in front of me, it was clearly the size of an ordinary bedroom.

Frillie twitched her ears and muttered a complaint under her breath.

Vlame raised his eyebrows with a hint of helplessness and anger.

But all of that was then replaced by a wicked smile on her lips.

She coughed lightly a few times and crossed her arms over her chest.

He answered Frillie's impolite question with a serious and earnest expression:

"First, this place is dilapidated and small because it's just a hut that the two of us built in our spare time."

"Secondly, you stupid disciple, when did I ever say you were going to move in?"

Frilian: "?"

The white-haired elf looked at Volamere with disbelief as he uttered those words.

And standing behind her, Agushid, who always maintained an indifferent attitude.

"Hey, you weren't serious about what you just said, were you?"

Frillie asked, slightly surprised.

Then, after being given the cold shoulder by the couple, she began to look at her human teacher with a pitiful expression.

"Volamei, you wouldn't be so cruel as to expect me to live a life of hardship and deprivation, would you...?"

Vlame squinted and did not answer.

But the slight upturn of her lips and the subtle look in her eyes gave Frillie the answer.

"You actually think that way—"

Frillie puffed out her cheeks and stomped her foot angrily.

"Volamey, even though I have a good temper, what you're doing will still make me very angry."

Seeing his disciple, who was so adorable even when angry, Vlame finally couldn't maintain his serious expression.

After chuckling, she reached out and ruffled Frillie's hair, continuing her joke:
"Frilian is clearly an elf... Shouldn't elves be very good at living in the wild?"

Enduring the ravaging of Vlame's hands, listening to her stereotypes about elves.

Frillie shook her ears, her face still puffed up with anger.

"Skilled at living in the wild... Vlame, do you see elves as savages?"

"Eh—isn't that right?"

Vlame reached out and half-covered her mouth, feigning confusion as she looked at Magic Little Deng.

His light tone suggested he was surprised to have heard something strange.

"Of course not!"

Frillie didn’t even think before directly refuting her master’s stereotypes.

"But my teacher used to always take me to live in the wild."

Vlame pinched her little face and continued to question.

"That's because even among elves, Celia is a special case belonging to primitive humans."

“You can’t lump a young elf like me together with an old woman like her.”

"Old woman..."

“If Celia hears you say that about her, she will kill you, Frilian.”

"Who cares about her..."

Frillie muttered a complaint under her breath.

Then he turned to look at Agusid, who had remained silent.

"Agushid, you can't bear to watch your beloved disciple suffer in the elements, can you?"

Looking at the bickering mother and daughter, Agushid sighed silently.

Then, with a gentle shake of his head, Agushid's large hands lifted the two of them by the back of their collars as if they were carrying kittens.

He separated the two bickering individuals, ending the farce.

Frillie swung her legs in the air, her long white hair cascading down like a waterfall. Vlame, on the other hand, laughed so hard he almost fell over, completely oblivious to his own embarrassing situation of being lifted up as well.

—Volamei's suggestion that Frilian should sleep in the wild was, of course, a joke.

Now that Frilian has been brought along, a place for her to stay should naturally be prepared.

...Three hours later.

Frillie sat blankly in the unusually large living room inside the cabin.

Looking at the interior structure, it's exactly the same as the one in the capital.

The white-haired elf fell into deep thought.

Especially when she discovered that the boots she had left in her little house in the capital were right next to her feet.

The magical powers wielded by Agusid once again caused Magical Little Deng's brain to malfunction.

"Incredible...Agushid, how did you do that?"

"You've clearly moved your little house from the capital here..."

"Don't tell me this is another way of using [slashing magic] that I've never seen before."

Frillie had one question after another, but out of a sense of responsibility as a teacher, she remained calm.

Even though he was busy, Agushid still managed to give her an answer during a spare moment.

"This is the result of combining the [Spatial Displacement Magic] with the 'Spatial Slash' from the [Slashing Magic]."

"I left a 'Spatial Slash' in my cabin in the capital beforehand, and then used it from the cabin in the woods—"

"This way, the spatial distance between the two cabins can be reduced infinitely."

"Finally, use the [Spatial Displacement Magic] to completely connect the two huts."

With Frillie giving him a look that seemed to say, "What the hell are you talking about?", Agusid finished explaining his answer.

Although he knew that Frilian was not very intelligent and would have difficulty understanding, he did not explain it to her in detail.

Because we're about to start cooking.

So we can't waste time on her right now.

"If you really can't understand it, just think of it as space travel."

Finally, I gave a brief summary of Frillie's life.

After explaining the principle in the simplest terms possible, Agushid turned and headed towards the kitchen.

"Oh, right, Frilian..."

It was as if she had remembered something important.

Agusid turned to the still-dazed white-haired elf and gave him instructions.

"The location of the 'Spatial Slash' I left is in that empty guest room—"

"Don't approach out of curiosity."

"Although I didn't set it to be lethal, that 'spatial slash' will still lead to other places I've marked."

Agushid spoke in a warning tone, his words earnest and meaningful:
“The Upside-Down Pyramid, the Scattered Royal Tombs…”

"Those places I marked are not places you can just wander into now—"

"If you accidentally fall in, you might lose your life."

That concludes the points to note.

Agushid went into the kitchen and began preparing dinner for the evening.

Just then, Vlamé had just finished showering and was walking out of the bathroom, half-wrapped in a bathrobe.

Looking at Frillie, who was sitting on the sofa in a daze.

Of course she knew what kind of cognitive shock this foolish disciple was currently experiencing.

Because that was how she felt when she first encountered Agusid's incredible magic.

At the end of their last journey, when she and Agusid encountered the Demon King in Ender—

Agushid also used this tactic to successfully pull her out of danger.

"Fulillian..."

Vlame walked to the foolish disciple's side and softly called her name.

He tried to pull Frilian back from her shock.

But it was clearly a failure.

"Ha ha……"

Gently poking Frillie's stunned face, Vlamour chuckled softly:
"Magic, isn't it amazing?"

(End of this chapter)