Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 60 Agushid's Dark History (Part 1)

"So... what happened after you went in?"

At the dining table in the cabin, Agushid's eloquent recounting of the past suddenly came to an abrupt end.

Frilian poked her little head out, curiously asking about what happened next.

Follow up...

Although demons do not experience feelings of embarrassment or shame.

But for that blindly confident version of myself from the past—

Agushid frowned slightly, clearly not wanting to discuss the matter further.

"Isn't it obvious? I lost to the Demon King without a doubt."

He calmly gave a vague answer, attempting to steer the conversation away from the topic.

but……

"Of course I know the outcome, so what I want to hear is the process—"

The white-haired elf continued to press for answers with a curious look in its eyes.

She sensed the hidden meaning in Agusid's words.

But her intuition told her that there must be a very interesting secret hidden behind this.

—Frilian's persistence gave Agusid a strange headache.

A declaration of confidence.

A missed strike.

A crushing defeat...

There's absolutely no need to tell Frillie about this dark history.

Once again, those unbearable past events came to mind.

Agushid silently made a decision in his heart.

He chose to turn a deaf ear.

Take small bites of the Red Mirror Dragon's spine meat, chew slowly, and swallow it.

Agushid focused his attention on the dinner he had prepared.

They completely ignored Magic Little Deng's extremely rude question.

But his silence doesn't mean Frilian has no other way to get the answer.

Besides Agushid, there is one person who absolutely knows and will definitely tell himself!
"Volamei—"

The white-haired elf got off the chair and slowly walked towards the master who was propping his head up and watching the show.

After successfully clinging to his master's leg amidst Vlame's light laughter—

Frillie tentatively asked:

“Um, Vlamé…”

Do you know what happened after Agushid stormed into the Demon King's castle?

Agushid did not look up, nor did he offer any hints or attempts to stop him.

He understood Vlamé—

Vlame will definitely say it, because she knows she can't stop her.

"Ha ha……"

Just as Agusid had predicted.

Vlame smiled faintly at Frilian, who was looking up and hugging her leg.

"Flillian——"

"I can't tell you what happened without Agushid's permission..."

"But Agusid didn't say no, did he?"

He turned his head and looked at Agushid, who was still keeping his head down and not saying a word.

Frillie rubbed against her master's thigh forcefully while acting coquettishly.

Vlamé did not refute Frilian's words, but turned to look at her husband.

Agushid simply put another piece of pork loin into his mouth under her gaze.

He never uttered a single word of dissuasion from beginning to end.

Vlame watched Agushid quietly for a while.

Then she couldn't help but let out a soft hum at her husband's unchanging indulgence.

In high spirits, Vlamé held the white-haired elf in his arms.

As he took out the notebook he always carried with him.

She began to describe to Frillie Agusid's experiences after he stormed the Demon King's castle—

..............................

Slowly stepping into the spacious hall inside the Demon King's castle.

Based on his experience, Agushid could tell that the surrounding buildings were products of the Age of Gods, so he slowed down.

From a historical perspective...

These things must have been from a time before he was born.

Moreover, unlike those transported from other ancient divine sites—

The history of this Demon King's castle can probably be traced back to the mythical era.

That is to say...

That demon king, whom Agushid had only heard of in rumors, must actually be older than him.

—Thinking of this, Agushid did not stop there.

He actually walked even faster.

Because Agusid never showed the slightest fear of the so-called "King" of the demon race.

Ancient does not necessarily mean powerful.

It does not mean that it is absolutely invincible.

The "Demon King" is nothing more than a stronger demon race that surpasses those other great demon races. This was Agushid's thought.

He didn't believe the Demon King's magical skills were superior to his.

Because [Slashing Magic] is the strongest magic.

Argusid himself was undoubtedly a great mage who possessed the most powerful magic.

Even if that so-called 'Demon King' is really like the legend—

He defeated all the great demons single-handedly.

While making them willingly submit—

What if we force them to accept the concept of 'race'?
Agushid could do the same thing.

Thinking back to the four useless demons he had just annihilated like stray dogs on the street—

Agusid didn't have high expectations for the so-called "Demon King's" level.

In fact, if it wasn't the Demon King's own order, then it was the reason for those of his kind to act recklessly.

Agushid had absolutely no interest in coming here.

Defeating the Demon King and becoming the strongest demon in the open is a trivial matter.

Agushid had never taken it seriously for the previous two hundred years.

Tread...  

Tread...tread...

In Agushid's ear—

Besides him, another set of regular footsteps came from not far away.

Quite rare...

Agusid actually heard the footsteps first before sensing the magical reaction of the person who came.

There are only two possibilities in this situation—

Either this person had been waiting there all along, allowing the magic to achieve a striking similarity to the surrounding environment over time.

That's why Agushid didn't notice it immediately.

Either this person's ability to conceal their magic is exceptionally high—

Given that the visitor must be one of their own kind.

Agushid himself preferred the first possibility.

When that person was wearing a dark purple robe.

When the figure of a fellow tribesman, whose lower half of his face was covered by a black mask, appeared before Agushid.

He muttered to himself in a guessing tone.

"Magic that allows you to foresee the future?"

Just like the future I saw... it was indeed an incredibly keen perception.

Because they already had some understanding of their own kind through magic.

Therefore, Shurahat did not deny Agushid's speculation.

He was standing less than twenty meters away from the stone pillar of Agushid.

After seeing the exact same expression on Agushid's face as in the future he had envisioned, he spoke softly—

"anger……"

"Full of anger."

"You really are just like every future I've seen..."

"Because of his aversion to death and killing, he embarked on the path of venturing alone into the Demon King's castle."

As expected, he is indeed the possessor of the legendary "magic of foreseeing the future".

Knowing this, Agushid was not surprised that his feelings had been guessed.

Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his hand and made the same gesture he had just made in front of the door.

Just as Agusid was about to unleash another "Space Slash".

The enigmatic Shurahart calmly spoke—

"Now that you know I possess the magic of foreseeing the future, why are you attacking me?"

"Your every move was exactly what I expected..."

As he spoke, Shurahart raised his unwavering eyes.

Looking at Agushid, who was making no attempt to hide his anger, he calmly continued—

"Moreover, the most taboo emotion in battle is 'anger'..."

"Given your irrational state, what are your chances of winning against me?"

Raise your hand.

Bring your two fingers together.

Spatial Slash is ready to be unleashed—

Facing the figure of Shurahart before him.

Disgust and contempt were simultaneously present in Agushid's eyes.

"And who are you, this useless demon clan member?"

"How dare you play the riddle-teller in front of the world's most powerful mage?"

Why would he say something like that...?

Shouldn't he be?!

—The unobserved future caused Shurahart's pupils to shrink.

silence--

Bow your head——

A stiff expression appeared on Shurahat's cold face.

It was beyond words.

(End of this chapter)