Fulilian: Dominate Aura at the beginning

Chapter 93 I hope our next meeting won't be a hundred years from now.

Kraft's prayer lasted a long time.

It wasn't until the afternoon, when the drizzle gradually stopped, that he slowly closed the 'holy book' in his hands.

After reaching out to grasp the 'goddess' statue hanging around his neck as a closing gesture, he straightened up with a smile.

"All right."

Just like the previous six times—

After finishing her prayers, Kraft gave a final blessing in a gentle voice.

"If Miss Vlamé, far away in 'heaven,' could hear this..."

"Then you must be happy because you care, Agusid."

An age-old saying—

But it must be admitted that Agushid really loved hearing such blessings.

So, as always, the strongest demon took the initiative to persuade the owner of the [Sword of the Hero] to stay.

"Would you like to stay for lunch?"

Although it was not unexpected that Agusid tried to persuade him to stay.

But out of politeness, the elven monk still made a point of confirming it again.

"Does it fit?"

Is it appropriate...?

He's still the same as always, with the same honest and unchanging personality.

"It's just lunch, what's wrong with that?"

As Agushid turned around, he said in a low voice, seemingly unconcerned.

"What I mean is, since your disciple is now by your side, wouldn't my staying here be a burden?"

After Kraft finished speaking, he turned his gaze to the Southern Hero who had been kneeling silently behind him.

This is causing trouble...

Ha ha……

Upon hearing this overly polite remark, Agushid gave his old friend a strange look.

As he waved for the Southern Hero to rise, he casually walked back the way he came.

"It's just a matter of having more cutlery."

At the very last moment before stepping into the 'Spatial Slash' and returning to the Heavenly Vein Dragon—

The lonely old man, with his back to his disciples and old friends, spoke coldly.

Watching Agushid's retreating figure, Kraft shook his head and slowly followed in his footsteps.

"Then I'll have to trouble you. After all, I really miss your cooking."

-

Inside the castle on the back of the Celestial Dragon—

Because there's an old friend at the dinner table today.

Therefore, the meals that Agushid personally cooked were significantly more lavish than usual.

Cream of mushroom soup, red mirror dragon steak, ancient imperial style beef stew...

Asperger's stew, Szechuan roast suckling pig, and a host of other regional delicacies were served on the table.

Undoubtedly delicious.

It's worth noting that Agushid's culinary skills were so renowned that even the royal chefs during the unified empire praised him highly.

Kraft made no secret of his satisfaction and praise for it.

"As abundant and delicious as ever..."

"And I can clearly tell that some of the dishes taste even better than they did not long ago—"

"To be able to make improvements in such a short time, you truly deserve praise, Agushid."

The "not long ago" mentioned by the elven monk refers to a hundred years ago.

In fact, just as he said—

For long-lived beings like him and Agushid, a hundred years is indeed a very short time.

Argusid's understanding of Kraft's concept of time is undeniable.

But he corrected a misunderstanding in the elven monk's words just before the meat entered his mouth.

"Kraft, these dishes were not improved by me."

"Those entirely new methods and techniques are simply copied from humans."

Were dishes originally improved by humans?

In that case, the improvement process seems to take much longer...

After all, a human lifespan is at most only a hundred years.

Just like him back then—

Kraft's thoughts came to an abrupt halt when he touched upon his former monk teammates.

He didn't say much, nor did he think much about it.

He simply picked up his knife and fork again in silence and slowly began to enjoy the food in front of him.

But only half of it was eaten—

Looking at the Southern Warrior in front of him, who was wolfing down his food without any regard for his image.

The elven monk became even more interested in this strongest human he had ever seen.

"Speaking of which...Agushid, do your disciples know anything about me?"

Kraft brought up the topic with Agushid.

"I don't know. Before today, he didn't even know your name very well."

"That's true. In this day and age, we really shouldn't expect anyone to remember my deeds."

He overheard the two old fogies talking about their Southern Hero—

They did not choose to blindly jump into the elderly person's conversation.

He remained silent, but he didn't show any restraint either.

Instead, he continued to devour everything in front of him as the two were talking.

Despite Agusid's disdainful gaze, the Southern Hero continued to revel in the joy of eating dry rice.

The conversation between Agushid and Kraft at the dinner table did not last long.

Because most of the topics they talked about were things that would soon be forgotten.

Even though the two of them have reached the point where they only see each other once every hundred years—

But the two elderly people living alone simply couldn't find anything to talk about all night long. So, unsurprisingly, just like every time before—

After lunch, Kraft bid farewell to Agushid.

As always, Agushid did not choose to try to retain him.

He only chose to personally see his old friend off after leaving the Southern Hero behind to clean up the mess.

Walking on the road to the edge of the Celestial Dragon—

Kraft looked at Agusid beside him and chuckled softly with a sense of helplessness.

"Just like before, the two of us are completely incompatible..."

Argus had a completely different opinion from Kraft regarding this claim.

"It's not so much that we're incompatible, but rather that we have absolutely no reason to be together."

"Just like Celia and me—"

"She has been deliberately avoiding me for a thousand years, probably because she has no idea how to get along with me..."

Kraft did not refute this; in fact, after some thought, he even agreed somewhat.

"That makes a lot of sense..."

"We who are burdened by a curse and do not belong to this era have absolutely no reason to stay together—"

With a gentle smile on his face, he gripped the 'holy book' tightly in his hands while pondering a certain possibility.

"Hmm... if I really had to imagine it—"

"Then, Agusid, I'm afraid I'll have a hard time finding any other reason to stay with you, except for the fact that you will become the 'Demon King' in the future."

Become the 'Demon King'...

To become... the 'Demon King'?
Kraft's mention of the possibility made Agusid look unusually serious.

Turning the ring on his ring finger, the strongest demon asked in confusion.

"Why do you say that?"

"Could it be that my becoming the 'Demon King' will actually influence your choices?"

Clough nodded and slowly closed his eyes.

He described to Agushid the possibility he had imagined.

"If one day you choose to become the 'Demon King,' it will definitely be because of Vlame."

"Therefore, your purpose in becoming the 'Demon King' must also be because you want to achieve 'coexistence between humans and demons'."

"And only then will I be able to convince myself—"

"To prevent the world from ultimately heading down a path of irreversible destruction,

I must supervise your every move on behalf of the goddess—

To prevent you from making the wrong choices or having negative thoughts during this process.

interesting……

Kraft's somewhat offensive words did not anger Agusid.

On the contrary, this actually increased his interest considerably.

Agusid turned his head and asked the elven monk with great interest:
"That is to say..."

"If I really make a bad decision, are you confident that you can correct my mistake?"

no answer.

But Kraft's gentle, calm smile proved everything—

There was a time when...

Agusid had his doubts—

Will Kraft himself be able to pull out the Hero's Sword from the Land of Swords once again?

but now……

The answer seems quite obvious.

Agushid's pace gradually slowed down.

He only stopped when Kraft had completely pulled him behind.

The differences between these immortal beings are self-evident.

Because in the future, they will always have a day when they meet again.

"Aguxid——"

Kraft, with his back to Agushid, waved his hand and whispered his blessings to him.

"I hope that when we meet again, it won't be a hundred years from now."

We will not meet again on the next day of mourning for Vlame.

Ha ha……

Why do you have to beat around the bush like this?
I stood there, watching Kraft's figure gradually disappear into the distance.

Aguhid repeated in a low voice.

"I hope we'll meet again next time—"

-

"It won't be a hundred years from now..."

"Flillian."

In the capital of the Human-Demon Republic, "Little Freesia"—

Standing atop the Demon King's Palace, Agushid watched his daughter and her two companions depart from afar.

He smiled faintly at Frillie's limping gait.

Then he turned around—

He once again took on the responsibility of being the "Demon King".

-

Fifty-nine years before the Xin Dynasty, the first year of the brave warriors' journey.

Day four of the search for Celia—

The Celestial Dragon arrived in the airspace of the Count of Granat, where the heroes were staying.

-

In the 28th year of the Xin Dynasty, in the northern kingdoms, in the region of "Tik"—

Frilian and her party left the Human-Demon Republic, "Little Freesia".

Then, with happy and joyful steps, they set off towards the "Shuvia Mountains," where the "Land of Swords" was located.

(End of this chapter)