Frieren: Dominating Aura From the Start Chapter 112: Before the End of Training - The Awkward Agushe

"Really..."

"How does Frieren rember such trivial things that even I've almost forgotten?"

The strongest Grand Demon, who had long since left his seat to sit alone by the cliff, sighed softly.

The white-haired elf behind him excitedly and smugly narrating his own deeds made Agusheed feel sowhat unable to look back—

So today, dressed only in casual clothes, he shook his head and paid no more attention.

Slowly raising his head,

Gently breathing in the fresh mountain breeze mixed with barbecue aroma...

Lying on the moist grass looking up at the starry sky, Agusheed's long hair fluttered,

In silent contemplation, he quietly gazed at the dim silhouette that occasionally flashed before his eyes.

In the dim night sky, faint starlight echoed with the campfire.

The late night mountain breeze also made the grassland and apple tree sway endlessly.

In this waiting before the teors arrived—

Himl, the Hero of the South, and the others sat in various positions around Frieren,

Watching the white-haired elf waving a tree branch as if it were a magic sword...

The three heroes, treating all this as entertainnt and theater, occasionally let out silly cheers and applause.

Especially when Frieren placed the branch against Himl's neck,

And with her cute little face tensed, pretending to be calm and serious while reciting—

"'I said...'"

"'This is the bottom line. Cross it and face destruction'"

—During these lines,

The reactions of Himl, Heiter, and Eisen were extrely intense.

However, whether this intense reaction was due to amazent at Agusheed's deeds,

Or appreciation for the white-haired elf's own acting skills—

That was sowhat difficult to judge.

As for the Hero of the South...

Being a middle-aged man, he naturally couldn't fool around like these children beside him.

He just quietly watched it all,

Listening to stories in this warm and relaxed atmosphere that he had never heard from Agusheed himself.

"Very interesting story..."

"If it were fifteen years ago, I'd probably savor it for a long ti..."

This was his evaluation.

However—

Even amid all the praise, Frieren hadn't forgotten her initial intention of taking turns.

So after agreeing that Eisen would be the next storyteller,

The white-haired elf, beaming with happiness from being praised, began wrapping up her part.

But as the protagonist of her story—

Agusheed sitting alone by the cliff maintained a cold expression from beginning to end.

If Flam were still here,

She would see at a glance that her husband was currently troubled.

Yes—

Although uninterested in the past events Frieren was telling,

The strongest Grand Demon still inevitably fell into distress.

Because of Flam—

There was only one day's journey left to reach the Village of Swords.

The journey to find Serie was also drawing closer.

Agusheed judged

That in just over a week,

He would reach the place the Hero of the South ntioned where he could briefly see Flam again.

And what he was currently troubled about

Was not knowing how to tell Flam about his changes since her death,

And his actions during tis including the early period of the thousand-year human-demon war.

That's right...

Although just as Frieren said—

He had given trendous help to the Unified Empire at that ti.

Without him, the Unified Empire's division and destruction would have co two to three hundred years earlier.

Countless lives were saved because of him,

Flam's disciples were also able to fulfill their wish to die protecting the Empire because of him...

But—

None of this was actually done by Agusheed specifically to save lives.

At least that's how he felt now.

"If it wasn't because I didn't want to see the scenery Flam left behind get destroyed..."

"If it wasn't because many of the Demon King's army's attack directions were places that held mories of Flam and —"

"Then the at that ti most likely wouldn't have done sothing as foolish as helping the entire Empire."

Agusheed murmured softly with closed eyes.

In fact, from his current perspective,

If the Demon King's army's attack had been delayed by one to two hundred years at that ti,

Until those places' scenery gradually faded and beca unrecognizable,

Until when he visited again, he could no longer find the places where he and Flam once sat—

Then he, focused solely on reviving Flam, wouldn't have interfered in the war between humans and demons.

Just like now...

Now,

As long as tragedies and slaughter didn't happen directly before Agusheed's eyes—

He wouldn't deliberately try to stop them.

Unless it concerned certain people and things Flam had left behind...

Otherwise Agusheed wouldn't do anything unnecessary.

Compared to a thousand years ago, his change was too great.

Even Agusheed himself felt he had beco more cold.

So...

When he saw Flam again, what attitude would she have toward his changes?

...

Unbuttoning the second button on his chest, Agusheed visibly beca restless.

Once it concerned Flam—

The strongest Grand Demon would lose his consistent calm and composure.

Agusheed supported his chin, thinking to himself amid the noise behind him.

If we et again...

What would Flam's reaction be seeing this ugly now?

Faced with the changes in that arose because of her, would she be happy or disappointed?

Would she regret the things she did to help regain emotions?

Most importantly—

What would her attitude be toward my desire to bring her back to life and have her return to my side?

All the changes I've made over these years to see her again...

Would she hate them?

...

This was what Agusheed was troubled about.

Of course, this was also the only thing he cared about—

From beginning to end, the strongest Grand Demon's heart contained only thoughts of Flam.

"Flam..."

"Would you hate as I am now?"

Under the gradually brightening night sky—

In indescribable distress, Agusheed murmured in a dazed state.

—

The evening breeze blew, and it seed soone sat down beside him on the empty grass.

Gentle and delicate small hands familiarly fell on Agusheed's hand.

His wife's helpless yet loving laugh once again rang in the strongest Grand Demon's ears.

"Agusheed, I told you before..."

"A husband who only thinks about apologizing will be disliked by his wife."

As always, following the voice and turning his head—

Except for the empty grassland, there was still no one before Agusheed's eyes.

"More and more frequent..."

"Heh..."

"If Flam saw my current pathetic state, she'd definitely laugh at ..."

His eyelids felt unusually heavy, but a call from behind interrupted Agusheed's drowsiness.

"Agusheed, we're out of grilled skewers—"

"I want more! Hurry up and make them!"

Under her old father's helpless gaze, the white-haired elf by the campfire once again made unreasonable demands.

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