This question was asked too early—
The mont she spoke those words, Flam had already sowhat realized this.
Whether it was 'love' or 'sorrow'...
For Agusheed now, both were still too early.
—Because facing everyone else, even including Frieren,
Agusheed could unhesitatingly speak those three cold words: 'I cannot do it.'
But only with her...
Only when the question concerned Flam herself—
Agusheed couldn't give an answer.
Slanting raindrops fell at the corner of his eyes.
Agusheed reached out, placing his hand on his wife's sorrowful face.
"Flam..."
"Only this—I cannot give you an answer."
His voice rose alongside the pattering sounds from the puddles at their feet, then continued endlessly.
"For , at least for the current —"
"I cannot understand the feelings of 'sadness' and 'mourning' you speak of..."
"I feel regret when life passes away."
"I also feel anger when life is slaughtered."
"But 'sadness,' and even 'mourning,' are still too distant for —"
Afraid his wife couldn't fully understand the aning in his words,
Agusheed tried his best to provide additional explanation.
"From what I've observed, you humans 'mourn' at funerals because the deceased was relatively important to you—"
"But, Flam, aside from you, there is no one important to in this world."
"So without precedent, the current cannot give you an answer to this question."
There was no disappointnt as she had imagined.
Quite the opposite—
Flam actually smiled.
Although that smile couldn't dispel the sorrowful atmosphere before the tombstone,
Her face, pressed against Agusheed's palm, indeed smiled gently under her husband's gaze.
Aside from ...
Important person...
So my question wasn't early or late...
Agusheed's progress in emotions is faster than I imagined.
He just doesn't know it himself, and usually can't express it to .
Thinking this, under Agusheed's confusion and puzzlent, Flam slowly shook her head.
"No, Agusheed, you've already given an answer."
"You just don't know it yet..."
The wife, unsure whether to be happy or regretful about this, said thus to her husband.
—I gave an answer.
But I don't know it myself?
The strongest Grand Demon, unable to understand the complex emotional thinking of humans, pinched his wife's cheek.
With confused eyes, he asked his wife:
"What do you an?"
What do you an...
Hehe...
Agusheed, even if I explain it now, you probably won't understand—
Although knowing it would be aningless, to respond to her husband,
Flam still chose a reference to explain to Agusheed.
She turned her head, her gaze falling on the tombstone dampened by rain.
When Agusheed's sight also moved along with hers—
Flam spoke to him softly.
"Agusheed, why do you think I feel sad about Turle's death?"
Why would she feel sad about 'Turle's' death...
This question wasn't difficult.
Because although he couldn't empathize, Agusheed could answer this question from the perspective of human behavior.
"Because Turle sacrificed himself to save others."
"Sothing simpler?"
"Because he was your disciple."
Yes—
Because he was my disciple, because I was his teacher.
Having received the answer she wanted in her heart, Flam already anticipated Agusheed's next response.
But even so, she still asked with anticipation:
"Then Agusheed, I ask you, what am I to you?"
"You are my wife."
"Then what are you to ?"
"I am your husband."
Almost without thinking, Agusheed spoke the answer.
Yes...
You are my husband, and I am your wife—
Hehe...
That's right—
Whether it's 'love' or 'sorrow,' whether it's emotion or empathy—
He's not incapable, he's not unable.
He just... doesn't understand.
Agusheed just doesn't understand...
Just like he doesn't understand that I love him, just like he doesn't understand that he actually loves too.
The rain grew heavier.
But the gloom in Flam's heart was completely opposite to the darkening sky.
Undoubtedly, she was still sad about her disciple's passing.
But also undeniably, she was joyful about understanding her husband's 'heart.'
Without much pause, and already anticipating Agusheed's still-furrowed brow,
Knowing this alone was far from enough to make him understand her aning, Flam was very patient.
She turned around, almost walking into Agusheed's embrace.
Her breathing in the rain was so obvious.
The faint mist was only a hair's breadth from Agusheed's eyes.
"Agusheed, do you know what the most distant distance in the world is?"
Knowing Flam was trying her best to answer his confusion, Agusheed thought for a mont,
Then gave a relatively correct answer in realistic terms.
"From the empire's southernmost end to Aureole."
Flam shook her head.
"Then... is it the gap between life and death?"
This ti, Agusheed's answer was on an emotional level.
But seeing Flam's reaction, this answer was also incorrect.
Not making her husband wait long, his wife looked up at him and gave the answer.
"Agusheed, the most distant distance in the world—"
"Is the insurmountable chasm between one person's heart and another's."
"It's that I love you, but you don't know."
"It's that you love , but you don't understand."
You love ...
I love you?
Incomprehensible nonsense, and impossible to understand its aning.
"Sorry, Flam, I still can't understand."
Can't understand...
Agusheed's answer didn't surprise Flam.
Because in her expectation, Agusheed would only understand these things after her death.
So she chuckled and raised her hand, gently caressing her husband's gentle yet stiff face.
As if rembering sothing worrying, Flam suddenly asked:
"Agusheed, have you ever felt deep regret about sothing?"
Deep regret?
Although not knowing what caused the worry in Flam's eyes,
Her question really made Agusheed shake his head and chuckle—
"You're talking nonsense again, Flam."
Agusheed bent down, looking directly at his wife as he stated an indisputable fact.
"—Demons do not feel regret."
Flam didn't refute.
Only after feeling she had said sothing foolish, she agreed with Agusheed's statent.
"Yes... you won't feel regret."
"The word regret... doesn't suit you at all..."
She lowered the hand caressing her husband's face, then stepped forward and gently embraced him.
"Agusheed..."
"If possible, I also don't want you to ever feel deep regret..."
Whether for others, or for —
—
"I have no regrets, Flam."
On the unnad small hill—
Coming back to his senses, Agusheed murmured thus while gazing at his deceased wife's tombstone.
He indeed felt no regret.
Because now understanding emotions, he knew his wife had no regrets.
She had always understood that he loved her.
It was just that his confused self hadn't said it while she was alive.
But...
"But... Flam..."
"I really wish I could regret."
—Because he couldn't say 'I love you' to her who had always been waiting for it...
This was Agusheed's constant regret and pain.
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