Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 58 The So-Called 'Spatial Slash' (Part 2)
Ten 'Spatial Slashes' in a short period of time

This is the highest record Agusid has ever achieved.

He has achieved this record three times in the past 500 years.

Starting from the near and moving to the far—

The most recent time was more than ten years ago when I encountered the Demon King in "Ende".

The middle one was when Celie came to him 150 years ago.

The furthest, and also the first, time was when he stormed the Demon King's castle alone three hundred years ago.

Agushid did not hide any of this from Frilian.

He remained remarkably calm as he recounted these past events.

Even Frillie couldn't detect the slightest hint of fear or smugness on his face.

It was as if surviving the attacks of the two most powerful mages in the world was nothing remarkable in Agusid's eyes.

"I say, Agusid, isn't your expression a bit too bland?"

Frillie couldn't help but stand on tiptoe and wave her hand in front of the teacher's eyes.

Her fingertips almost touched Agusid's long eyelashes.

But Agushid didn't even blink once.

"He fought with all his might against the Demon King and Celia, and survived—"

The white-haired elf frowned, and his voice gradually rose.

"Isn't that amazing?"

Her face flushed slightly, and her emerald green eyes sparkled with confusion.

Frilian's assessment did not change Agushid's views on these past events.

He simply stroked the white-haired elf's hair gently.

A few tiny snowflakes were stirred up as my fingertips ran through her soft hair.
Agushid's eyes held a hint of annoyance at those memories as he spoke softly:
“That’s remarkable… perhaps that’s how you see it.”

His faint voice was almost drowned out by the howling wind.

But Frillie could still hear it clearly—

"But for someone like me who dislikes conflict, this kind of thing only bothers me."

Dislike fighting?

Hearing Agusid's words, Frilian was momentarily dazed.

Did Agushid dislike fighting?

Are you kidding...

What was that battle she witnessed a while ago?

A mountain range on the Celestial Dragon's body was flattened by Seria and Agusid.

Is this what they call disliking conflict?

Sensing Frillie's doubts and confusion, Agusid calmly explained to her:

"I dislike fighting because I hate death, and I hate killing even more."

His voice was deep and firm, and a shadow of gloom flashed in his eyes.

"But that doesn't mean I won't feel anxious, nor does it mean I don't need to find a place to vent my emotions."

Venting emotions...

Magic Little Deng nodded as if he understood, then continued to ask based on his guess:

"Agusid, was your impulsiveness that time, Celie, just to vent your anxiety?"

Frillie tilted her head, her silver hair fluttering in the wind.

"Correct."

Agushid gave a brief reply.

He tapped Frilian's head lightly with his fingers, making a dull sound.

But the white-haired elf doesn't care about any of that now.

Frillie did not give up after receiving only a guess.

Frillie's eyes lit up as she recalled what Agushid had just mentioned.

She shook off the large hand above her head and suddenly moved closer to Agushid.

"What about the time you took the initiative to attack the Demon King's castle, Agushid?"

Magic Little Deng kept his voice down, his eyes sparkling with curiosity.

"Was it because of anxiety that time too?"

Hearing Frilian mention her painful past...

Agusid gently shook his head, denying Frilian's guess.

From the perspective of the white-haired elf—

For the first time, the demon teacher's expression showed a subtle change.

Frillie didn't have to wait long before Agusid gave her his answer. Looking towards the distant forest and mountains, he replied softly:
"That time it was because of anger."

anger?
This word made Frilian pause for a moment.

Agusid said...

"anger"?
After confirming that I hadn't misheard.

Frilian looked at Agushid, who had uttered the word, with some surprise.

She involuntarily took a half step back, her boots crunching on the snow.

The white-haired elf asked Agusid in a tone that was hard to understand:
"anger?"

Her voice rose slightly with unprecedented surprise.

"Agushid, you can actually get angry?"

Agushid sighed deeply, and white mist escaped from his lips.

He reached out and brushed the snowflakes that had piled up on Frillie's shoulder with incredibly gentle movements.

"I just haven't shown my anger in front of you and Vlame."

Agushid's voice suddenly became ethereal and distant, as if he were reminiscing about something.

"Three hundred years ago, when I still had humanity left—"

"Anger is an emotion that is almost a daily occurrence for me."

Frillie's brow furrowed even more.

She took a step forward, her boots sinking into the soft snow again.

"why?"

Agushid did not answer immediately.

He lowered his head and asked his disciple, whose family and friends had all died at the hands of demons:
"Frilian, I ask you, do you hate my kin who live by killing?"

"Even if I didn't ask, you would definitely know the answer to this, right?"

"So what do you think—"

Agushid's voice suddenly became low and strained.

He spoke with an emotion that even Frillie found oppressive:

"Given my aversion to killing, how would I feel if I saw my kin taking the lives of others?"

Frillie opened her mouth, but couldn't answer immediately.

"Trust me, Frillian..."

Agushid's voice was so soft it was almost inaudible.

"The killings and cruelty you have witnessed are less than one percent of what I have seen."

“You will feel pain because of those killings, and I will naturally feel anger as well.”

"And this anger is directed at His Majesty the Demon King, who resides high in the Demon King's Castle."

Frillie's eyes widened slightly.

I never expected that the reason for Agushid's anger would be something like this.

"And then you disregarded the difference in strength and single-handedly stormed into the Demon King's castle?"

Although the reason for Agushid's anger is understandable.

But Frillie just couldn't understand it—

Why would Agusid decide to venture into the Demon King's castle alone when the difference in strength was so vast?

"Fulillian..."

"I was young then, really young..."

Agushid's voice was tinged with a sense of nostalgia and helplessness.

"So young that I believe there is no mage in the world who can defeat my [Slashing Magic]."

"Whether it's the legendary demon race that supposedly possesses all sorts of powerful magic, or the Demon King himself."

"At the time, I didn't take any of them seriously."

This answer surprised Frillie somewhat.

She looked up at the teacher in front of her, who was so serious and unassuming that he could be described as low-key.

He attempted to reconcile the image of Agushid with his account of his youth.

"Agushid, were you ever this blindly confident?"

"Heh...Frilian—"

Agusid reached out and tapped Frilian's head again.

"If you can take down four great demons in a single encounter with four 'Space Slashes' when you are two hundred years old."

"You will become as confident as I was back then."

(End of this chapter)