Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 91 Will You Mourn for Me?

"She probably wouldn't want me to stand sadly in front of her tombstone..."

After a moment of silence, Agushid stood up—

Listen to Kraft's prayers and the sound of rain falling outside the Great Barrier of Isolation.

He gazed silently at his wife's tombstone, lost in thought under the gloomy sky.

"If it's Vlamé..."

"She might prefer me to smile more here rather than be sad."

Out of the corner of my eye, I caught sight of the Southern Hero kneeling at the very back and Kraft, who was placing his palm on the 'Holy Scripture'—

Agushid lowered his head, and the petals of the 'Mirror Lotus' swayed in the wind before his eyes.

"But I can only disappoint her..."

"After all, I am now—"

"I just can't force a smile in a world without her..."

In the drizzling rain—

The sorrowful atmosphere surrounding the tombstone brought back many scenes buried deep in Agushid's memory.

He watched helplessly as Volamete died in his arms that day;

The trip I took with her to choose a burial plot;

as well as--

Agushid raised his head, his eyes gazing unfocused at the gloomy sky with a silent sigh.

as well as……

She planted the seed of the concept of sorrow in my heart...

That funeral—

I vaguely remember that it was a rainy night similar to today.

-

The eighth year of living in the capital, the first year of the decryption work entering its final stage—

Because no unexpected events or problems occurred during this period.

Therefore, Agushid's recent decryption process has been very smooth.

After finishing his daily instruction of Frillie, he returned to his cottage in the capital and began to cook.

As they listened to the "signal of returning home" and the ever-approaching footsteps of Vladimir...

He should have greeted his wife as a husband, as usual, upon her return from teaching.

—If Vlame hadn't gently embraced Agushid from behind.

Because he was so familiar with her every word and action, he could not see his wife's expression.

But Agushid still knew what she was grieving for.

"Agusid..."

Behind her, Vladimir tightly embraced her husband's waist, her eyes lowered in sadness.

"I'm here."

Agushid could clearly feel—

After saying those words, Vlamé's breathing became slightly more rapid.

The sorrow hidden in her voice was even more pronounced.

But Vlame did not cry.

That's right, of course she won't cry.

She is the progenitor of human magic, the first great mage of humankind—

Why is she crying?

So Vlamé was only saddened, his somber mood almost drowning Frillie, who was peeping from the living room.

Her biggest reaction throughout was simply to hug Agushid a little tighter.

It's getting heavier and heavier...

Getting tighter and tighter—

Until Agushid gently pressed her hand down.

Sensing the sorrow of his wife pressed against his back, the most powerful demon asked her softly.

"What happened?"

Agushid possessed a composure that seemed to defy the world and everything else.

Because he possessed absolute power in the eyes of the world—

Even now.

He can still single-handedly defeat the entire empire, just like before.

So he simply asked Vlamé in a low voice, inquiring about his wife's troubles.

But even someone as powerful as Agushid has things he can't force.

For example, emotions.

For example, death.

Vlamé was well aware of this, so she chose to remain silent.

She embraced her husband without saying a word.

Humanity's most powerful archmage finally spoke slowly, his voice heavy with emotion.

"Agusid..."

Her words were not trembling, but rather calm, which surprised even Agushid.

"I……"

Vlame's voice grew lower and lower until finally, there was no sound at all.

"My disciple is dead."

This was during my eight years living in the capital.

Agushid and Vlame faced the loss of someone close to them for the first time.

The funeral was held in the evening.

Because the remains of that court monk were only brought back to the capital in the evening.

State funeral

This was the greatest respect the Empire had given him after he had dedicated himself to the Empire.

Many people attended.

But the funeral of the court monk was very quiet.

Even the emperor, who paused there for a moment, did not choose to break the silence.

Nobles, colleagues, family—

One by one, people who knew the deceased arrived, and then one by one left.

till the end……

The only ones still remaining here are Vlame and Agushid.

Agushid held an umbrella and stood quietly with his wife under the gloomy rainy night.

Vlame gazed silently at the tombstone soaked in the rain.

Agushid, too, silently watched her as she was shrouded in the rain.

And so it went on for a very, very long time—

The silence of the rainy night was broken only when Vlame spoke up.

"Agushid, do you remember him?"

She was referring to her disciple, the court monk who lay quietly beneath the tombstone.

Agusid's answer was a nod, which meant "of course".

This is not a lie—

Because Agusid indeed remembered everything about the deceased court sorcerer very clearly.

[Tuleha Karabyan]

The first court mage of the unified empire, and the fourteenth disciple of Vlame.

Specializes in [Flame Design Magic] —

He has a carefree and easygoing personality and does things in an unconventional way.

He has a jumpy mind, is straightforward, and is a fool who often gets into trouble in class.

The catchphrase I often use is:
I want to die a glorious death, like the heroes of the Empire's history—

Because he came from a poor family, he was kind-hearted and a truly good person.

Of course, his good intentions often backfire.

Only twenty-six years old —

Because while on patrol duty, they were tasked with covering the evacuation of village residents—

He perished together with three Demon Generals in an unnamed valley whose name he didn't even know.

Agushid knew that Vlame valued every one of her disciples.

In addition, when his wife is occasionally lazy, he will cover for her for a few classes.

Therefore, Agushid knew everything about all the students in the class, not just Tuleha.

But that's it.

—Looking at her husband's almost expressionless face.

Vlamé wanted to say something, but in the end he said nothing.

After gazing at the tombstone for a long time—

She turned her head and looked at her husband, asking in a low voice:

"Agushid, can you feel how I feel right now?"

cannot--

But I just can't feel it...

"I know you are sad right now, but I can't bring myself to feel that sadness."

Vlame was not surprised by her husband's answer.

She moved closer to Agusid, tilting her head back to meet his gaze.

"Agushid, how do you feel about Tuleha's death?"

no answer.

Or rather, Agushid actually knew the answer Vlamed wanted.

But he couldn't bring himself to say it against his conscience.

Therefore, in the end, Agushid could only give his wife the most ruthless and cruel answer.

“I feel nothing, Vlame.”

Without pausing, Agushid looked down at his wife's face and continued:
"Demons do not have the emotion of sorrow."

So, when faced with the death of others—

“Whether it’s ‘sadness,’ ‘pain,’ ‘grief,’ or ‘mourning,’ I can’t feel any of those emotions.”

Vlame did not look away, nor did he show any disappointment at Agushid's words.

Amidst the dazzling array of rain-soaked nights—

For the first time, she asked her husband a question he couldn't answer.

"Agusid..."

"If one day, that dead person, that person lying under the tombstone..."

"it's me--"

"So, will you mourn for me?"

(End of this chapter)