Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 83 A Gaze from the Future (Part 2)
"Wrongful behavior?"

"Ha ha……"

Shurahat looked disdainfully at the scales tightly held in Aura's hand.

He spoke softly, showing her no respect whatsoever.

"If you think this will make your self-esteem feel better, then go ahead and think that way."

"If you really think I'd act recklessly because of some scum who rose to power through magical countermeasures..."

He took a step forward, bent down, and forced Aura back continuously.

Shurahart continued to mock everything about her without restraint.

"Aura, if it weren't for your magic being the perfect counter to Lebius—"

"You think it's your turn to sit on the throne of the Seven Sages?"

"Speaking of which, have you ever seen a demon weaker than yourself?"

"Shurahat!!"

Unbridled mockery—

Unquestionable contempt—

This is an insult that no great demon could tolerate.

Therefore, Shurahat has now enraged Aura.

The magic power, honed uninterrupted for three hundred years since birth, surged forth—

It pressed down on Shurahat with unparalleled momentum.

Then--

boom--

Aura was instantly propelled away by the surging magic emanating from Shurahat.

He plopped down on the palace floor without any regard for his image.

For the first time, the young demon realized the vast gap between himself and the truly powerful demons.

"Why did you only use magic just now?"

Taking another step forward, Shurahart chuckled softly.

"Aura, why don't you dare use your [Domination Magic] on me?"

"Is it because you're scared or you're afraid?"

Terrified, he barely dared to answer, and the humiliation of being crushed also made Aura feel ashamed.

"That's why I said you're just a useless person who relies on magic, Aura."

He kicked away the scales that Aura had dropped to the ground.

Shurahart still did not stop torturing her.
"You even rely solely on magic, without trusting your own magic—"

"There are actually magicians in this world who are afraid that their magic will backfire on them..."

Do you find yourself ridiculous?

"This is why even the gentlest of the great demons, Mahat, looks down on you, Aura."

Shurahat slowly squatted down, looking directly into Aura's eyes.

"【Guillotine】—Do you really think that's a nice name?"

"This is an insult to you, Aura."

"Because they feared those controlled by their magic would regain their consciousness, they didn't hesitate to cut off their heads—"

"Do you think there's a more ridiculous magician in the world than you?"

"You can't even trust your own magic..."

"To be frank, it's an insult to the Great Demon Clan to call someone like you a Great Demon."

Shurahart lowered his eyes, his expression calm, his tone almost unquestionable.

"Now, Awula, I need to take some necessary protective measures against your memories. Do you have any objections?"

Aura was furious.

But she dared not voice her opinion.

Or rather, she was full of opinions, but she couldn't utter a single word in front of Shurahat.

Watching Graozam walk expressionlessly towards Shurahat at his summons.

Aura ultimately offered a verbal resistance.

“Shurahat—”

"If you insist on doing this, why can't you sit down and talk to me properly?"

"Did you have to choose this way of insulting me and trampling on my dignity?!"

Shurahart looked at her as if she were an idiot.

"Because I feel that discussing this with you would only be a waste of my time."

"Instead of listening to your endless rounds of sophistry, it's simpler for me to just take action."

The key is to address the attitude towards this useless person.

Shurahart shifted his gaze slightly upwards again. "Heh...Frilian..."

"If you want to laugh, you don't have to hold it in. After all, even among the Great Demons, there are laughable trash like Aura."

"But you shouldn't stay here any longer; it's pointless."

"Because from now on, you will no longer be able to access any of her memories regarding His Majesty the Demon King and the Demon King's Castle."

Hearing Shurahart whisper in completely incomprehensible words once again.

Aura slightly raised her head and looked into his eyes.

Under the light of Grao's [Paradise Attraction Magic]—

Shurahat's gaze at that time was unforgettable for Aura.

-

And his gaze back then was exactly the same as that of the Southern Hero before him now.

The useless demon, having snapped out of his reverie, knelt silently on the ground.

She awaited the next command from the master who controlled her.

-

"Is this what you meant by—that she will be watched over by the future?"

Why didn't I feel anything?

Agusid, who was completely insensitive to 'future vision', glanced at Aura.

After taking a sip of black tea, he asked his disciple, who could see the future.

"Because it's not time yet."

"You'll see that familiar face from the future in just a little while."

There was no doubt about what the Southern Hero said.

Agushid sat there, waiting with his disciples for the gaze from the future he spoke of.

However, during this waiting process—

He forced himself to suppress the humiliation in Aurana's eyes as she stared directly at him.

Agushid waved his hand, letting her turn her head away herself.

And just as Aura turned his head away.

The world's most powerful mage clearly sensed that someone was spying on him.

Moreover, the person's aura was undoubtedly that of someone extremely familiar to him.

"I see……"

Under the gaze of the Southern Hero, Agushid murmured softly.

Their gazes were fixed on Aura.

"Is that you from the future...Frilian?"

After a moment of contemplation, he recalled something Shurahart had once said to him—

Agushid slowly raised his arm toward Aura.

The five fingers slowly come together as they move.

"Only you would dare to try to spy on me by searching other people's memories."

"You have no manners! Go back to where you came from!"

As Agusid's words fell, on an unobservable level...

Something was struck by a slash that came flying through the air, making it see stars.

Unfortunately, the only option is to erase them from someone's memory.

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

The twenty-eighth year of the Xin Shi era, the first year of the Frilian Squad's journey.

In an inn in the capital of the Human-Demon Republic—"Freesia".

They bullied a certain family's idiot demon.

The white-haired elf who copied her memories then entered to explore—

Amidst a series of reluctant grumbling, she slowly awoke from her disciple's embrace.

I opened my eyes and saw the giant mushroom that covered half the ceiling.

Frillie's mood worsened after she had just been lectured by the old man from decades ago.

His gaze drifted to Shutark, who was combing Philen's hair.

Frillie gently stroked the 'Mirror Lotus' wedding ring on her ring finger—

He complained about his master with dissatisfaction.

"I hate Agusid the most..."

Under the questioning gazes of Philon and Shutark, the white-haired old man said this.

(End of this chapter)