Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 76 Awula: I'm fighting Nan Yong, really?
The Brave of the South——

Humanity's strongest—

Why is he here?!
Looking incredulously at the Southern Hero appearing before her, Lady Aura let out a sharp, explosive sound.

Why would the most powerful demons know the strongest human?
And they seem to have a good relationship—

This must be a traitor from the demon race!
Aura's slender fingers gripped the bed sheet tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She looked at Agushid with the eyes that regarded her as 'trash'.

Unconsciously, he curled up, his shoulders trembling slightly with each heavy exhale.

The most powerful demon and the strongest human colluded—

Your Majesty, are you really not going to take action to rectify this situation?

And there's Shurahart and the others...

They have been letting this major threat go unchecked.
Information about such a dangerous person has never been made public before.

Damn!

How can the demon race be revitalized and humanity wiped out by associating with those insects in the "Demon King's Army"?
Furthermore, being controlled and imprisoned by the most powerful demon race is one thing.

Alone, he faced the Southern Hero...

Is this the situation that a mere "Seven Sages" like me should be facing?
What about Shurahart?
Aren't you 'omniscient'?

You must have expected this to happen, right?
Please try to save it again!!
etc--

A terrible thought suddenly occurred to Aura.

"Two weeks ago, when Shurahat saved me from Agushid, he said—"

“‘She might still be of some use to me in the future. For my sake, how about I let her live for a while longer?’”

…………

It's somewhat useful—

Aura's back was soaked with cold sweat, and her dress clung tightly to her skin.

No way, does he mean he foresaw the current situation all along?

So you want to use me to test the strength and trump cards of the Southern Hero?
Then at least save my undead legion!

Let me face the Southern Hero alone...

I?
Am I worthy?
Hey, I'm here to fight Nan Yong, really?

Aura's wild thoughts made her body tremble even more violently.

Even her snow-white thighs beneath her skirt unconsciously tensed up.

"I'll die—"

This was a thought that she couldn't suppress.

Unlike Agushid, whom she learned from Shurahat that he abhorred killing.

The Hero of the South has no psychological burden when it comes to slaughtering demons.

As the main force of the front line who single-handedly defeated the Demon King's army,

They fearlessly broke through the northern plateau defense line.
The strongest human to fight his way to the heart of the Demon King's army in a very short time.

The creed of the Southern Warriors is almost singular.

"Any living being will experience sadness, reluctance, or mourning when faced with the death of another."

But demons don't experience this feeling.

"You inherently evil demon brat, I'll personally—"

"Wow——"

Her long, pale purple hair fell down her side, and Aura couldn't help but shed tears.

Recalling the exploits of the Southern Warrior who wielded two longswords and fought his way from the southern kingdoms all the way to the northern plateau.

And the legend of how he wielded his sword swiftly and repeatedly, cutting through the demon army for three days and three nights, turning an entire plain red—

The violinist broke down in tears under the threat of death.

Then--

In the way Agushid looked at the "idiot".

Aura watched as the Southern Hero, whom she regarded as the "Grim Reaper," calmly closed the wooden door little by little.

Listening to the footsteps fading into the distance—

Aura paused for a moment, then wiped away the crocodile tears from the corners of her eyes.

Well?
You're not here to kill me?

The brief moment of relief is followed by an abyss of tension.

Aura clutched the hem of her skirt, gritting her teeth as she pondered the possibilities of the future.

"Are they not planning to kill me, or are they keeping me alive for some other purpose?"

"Or perhaps my [Domination Magic] is still useful to them?"

Suddenly, Aura shivered.

A certain possibility took root in her mind.

"No way……"

"It can't be that kind of thing..."

I recall the knowledge I gained from human books.

Aura, who was considered an anomaly among demons and possessed a great deal of emotion, froze.

Imagining what might happen in the future—a look of humiliation involuntarily appeared on her beautiful face.

"Gulp, if that's really the case... just kill me."

In a quiet, empty room.

Aura, leaning against the bed, hummed softly in a voice only she could hear.

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

"Just as I thought..."

Although he was waved away by Agushid immediately after the transaction was completed—

But thanks to his thick skin, he managed to stay temporarily.
The Southern Hero and his master walked one after the other in the shadows of the corridor.

His fingers gently stroked the hilt of the sword, a confident smile and a sigh escaping his lips.

“‘Aura of the Guillotine’ has been staying with you, which is why I’ve only recently started to be unable to foresee her future.”

Agushid had his back to his disciples, his black robes fluttering slightly in the night breeze.

The evening glow shone through the stained-glass windows of the corridor, casting dappled colors on his pale profile.

"All confirmed?"

"Get out of here after you've confirmed."

Agushid's tone was completely unlike that of someone addressing a disciple.

He turned around and once again hurled insults at the Southern Warrior.

"I don't want to see you anymore."

Agushid's almost arrogant remark made the Southern Hero chuckle.

"You still say such hurtful things..."

He removed his fingers from the sword hilt and instead straightened the wrinkles in his cloak.

He quickened his pace and walked alongside Agushid, who was about the same height as him.

"Now that we have resolved the conflict..."

"Then, as a disciple, it is perfectly reasonable for me to stay by my teacher's side for a few days, isn't it?"

sizzle-

Extremely fine cracks appeared on the stone bricks beneath Agushid's feet.

"up to you."

His voice carried a hint of impatience.

But beneath the black robe, unseen by anyone, his broad shoulders relaxed almost imperceptibly.

"You see, you're still so hypocritical."

He touched his handsome mustache.

The Warrior of the South stretched out his finger and gently brushed across the familiar patterns on the wall.

"teacher--"

"Given that Frilian hasn't visited you even once in hundreds of years..."

"You actually want me to stay by your side a little longer, don't you?"

"If you keep talking so glibly, I'll kill you."

Aguhid's voice was extremely low, but aside from speaking...

He didn't even raise his hand to shoo them away.

So the Southern Hero shrugged nonchalantly with a light laugh.

"You still have such a good temper."

—Agushid did not speak again.

Until you reach the end of the corridor and stand at the corner of the stairs.

He then stopped in his tracks.

He watched as the disciples who had already started walking down the path descended.

Agushid suddenly spoke, his voice unusually tinged with disappointment.

"Stupid disciple..."

"Don't you understand why I personally brought you to see that useless great demon?"

Doesn't the Hero of the South understand?

He understood, of course, that Agushid wanted him to take this opportunity to kill Awula ahead of time.

but--

He did not do that.

"Despite Shurahat's instructions, I won't stop you if you're going to do it."

This is a supplement from Agushid.

The hero from the south stopped on the steps and turned around.

"There's no need for that, teacher."

He shook his head at Agushid, the evening glow illuminating his cloak.

"I am the hero of the South."

The declaration of the strongest human echoed for a long time in the corridors and staircases.

(End of this chapter)