Frieren: Dominating Aura From the Start Chapter 94: The Blue-Haired Hero's First Meeting with His Fa

Fifty-ninth year before the Sinseki Era, the first year of the Hero party's departure.

On the morning of the fifth day of Agusheed's journey to find Serie:

Hero Himl awakened from a full night's sleep.

Slowly rising from the floor—

He silently focused his gaze on the tall figure sitting on the bed's edge not far from him.

—Agusheed

If his expectations were correct, this figure that made Himl feel imnse pressure just by looking at it...

Was the father Frieren had spoken of.

Surveying his surroundings as much as possible—

After discovering that Eisen and Heiter on the floor beside him were not in danger, rely sleeping as well, Himl quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

As the first of the three to wake, Himl didn't make the foolish choice to continue 'pretending to sleep.'

Knowing that his every move was certainly under observation from that figure, he calmly straightened up.

Without making any sound to disturb—

Himl simply sat quietly on the floor, watching Agusheed ahead, who hadn't even raised his head.

He sat familiarly beside the sleeping Frieren—

And the white-haired elf seed to know this even in her dreams.

Like a child who hadn't grown up,

Even without opening her eyes, both hands tightly embraced her father's waist.

Although the blue-haired hero also hoped that one day the unromantic white-haired elf could embrace him like this,

Watching all this, he felt no jealousy in his heart.

Because...

This was the first ti Himl had seen Frieren sleep so peacefully beside soone.

But that made sense—

How could a son-in-law be jealous of his own father-in-law?

Under Himl's gaze—

Agusheed seed not to resist the white-haired elf's behavior...

Or rather, he appeared quite accustod to it.

Agusheed's hand never stopped, gently patting Frieren's back in a regular rhythm.

Over and over, with gentle movents.

In Himl's eyes, this was completely an old father coaxing his little daughter to sleep.

On any other day, Himl would have smiled at this warm and happy scene.

If—

He hadn't seen those undoubtedly demonic 'horns' on Agusheed's head...

Completely unprepared for this, Himl couldn't move his gaze from that most distinctive feature of a demon.

A demon.

The 'father' Frieren spoke of—

Was a demon.

And undoubtedly, absolutely a top-tier Grand Demon of unreasonable strength.

Himl was very clear.

He could see this pair of 'horns' because Agusheed had never intended to hide this fact from the beginning.

Yes, he naturally had no need to hide...

Because that silent, invisible pressure that almost made Himl unable to breathe—

Was the reason for his supre arrogance!

If it were in the past, facing such a Grand Demon—

Even if trapped in a cage, without weapons at hand,

Even knowing he couldn't win, that even escape was a fantasy—

Himl would never sit here like this, waiting to be slaughtered.

But this ti was different...

This ti, Himl only sat silently, making no movent.

Not only because his absolute trust in Frieren prompted him to make such a choice,

More importantly, what truly cald Himl's restless heartbeat—

Was the look in Agusheed's eyes when he gazed at Frieren's sleeping face with a peaceful expression.

For a mont...

The blue-haired hero couldn't think of any words to describe that gaze.

Gentle, doting...

Sad, nostalgic...

Why?

Why would such contradictory and complex emotions appear simultaneously in one person's eyes?

Especially... in the eyes of a cold-blooded, tearless demon?

Himl didn't know, and he himself was confused by this.

Wait...

He's looking at... not just Frieren...

Long observation made Himl confirm this thought again.

That's right, the sadness and nostalgia erging from his eyes...

Wasn't directed at the sleeping Frieren—

But at that deep red earring she had never removed...

That earring seed very important to him.

But—

For a demon, aside from their own life...

Could there really be sothing that would make them show such a sorrowful expression?

Realizing this, Himl fell into confusion again.

Tick...

Tick...

Tick...

The sound of the old but sturdy clock's hands echoed in the room.

Like a bell before judgnt—

Making one's throat unconsciously swallow, breathing heavier.

Himl, carrying a series of incomprehensible confusions,

Sat quietly on the floor in such an environnt, leaning against Heiter and Eisen behind him.

Seconds felt like months, days like years...

Ding—

When the old clock's numbers slowly stopped at VIII,

Under Himl's extrely tense gaze—

Agusheed finally slowly moved his sight from Frieren's sleeping face,

Then slowly settled it on his own face.

Their gazes t.

The cold look from his future father-in-law (as he thought) made Himl want to turn his head away sowhat awkwardly.

Because under these eyes, the blue-haired hero felt he had no secrets left.

Completely, utterly exposed before Agusheed.

And Himl's feeling was undoubtedly correct—

Because the first thing he heard Agusheed say was an answer to the confusion in his eyes.

"No need to be confused..."

"Whether about my identity or my recent sentintality."

Agusheed, who had anticipated and understood all of Himl's current doubts, spoke flatly.

His hand rested on the deep red teardrop-like earring on Frieren's ear.

With an extrely cold yet calm tone, he provided answers to all of Himl's confusion.

"As you can see, I am undoubtedly a demon, and moreover a Grand Demon who has lived for over a thousand years."

"As for my recent sentintality, it was rely because I saw a relic my wife left for my child and beca sowhat lost in thought."

Under Himl's gaze, Agusheed set aside Frieren's hands that were wrapped around his waist,

Then slowly stood up, introducing himself with arrogance and desolation.

"My na is Agusheed the Destructive—"

"I am the strongest Grand Demon who has survived from the mythical age until now, long forgotten by humans and even history."

Without giving any chance to respond—

Under Himl's astonished gaze, his future father-in-law delivered his own show of power.

This was directed at one person alone, from the world's strongest mage—

Absolute intimidation!!!

Undoubtedly, Himl would faint again before this peak power of the world.

—It should have been so.

At least Agusheed had initially intended exactly that.

But the small hand that gently hooked around his palm made Agusheed's action pause.

"Papa..."

With eyes tightly closed, her small face wrinkled—

Like having a nightmare, the white-haired elf unconsciously reached out and grabbed her old father.

In unreasonable dependence and security, Frieren murmured softly.

So—

Agusheed lowered his eyes, gently caressing his little daughter's cheek.

Under Himl's relieved gaze of being 'saved,'

The intimidation disappeared.

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