Frieren: Demon of Domination

Chapter 81: Gaze from the Future (Part 2)



"Acting recklessly?"

"Hehe..."

Schlacht looked contemptuously at the scales gripped tightly in Aura's hands.

He spoke softly without leaving her any face.

"If you think this way makes your ego feel better, then go ahead and think that."

"If you really think I would act recklessly because of a piece of trash who rose to power through magical advantage..."

Taking a step forward, bending down, continuously forcing Aura backward,

Schlacht continued his unbridled mockery of everything about her.

"Aura, if your magic hadn't happened to counter Rivale—"

"Do you think the Seven Sages of Destruction position would have fallen to you?"

"Speaking of which, have you ever seen a Grand Demon weaker than you?"

"Schlacht!!"

Unbridled mockery—

Indiscriminate contempt—

This was an insult no Grand Demon could tolerate.

So Schlacht had now enraged Aura.

Magical power that had been trained continuously for three hundred years since birth surged forth—

Pressing down on Schlacht with unstoppable momentum.

Then—

Bang—

Aura was instantly sent flying by the magical power surging from Schlacht's body.

She fell ungracefully onto the palace floor with a thud.

The young Grand Demon realized for the first time the chasm-like gap between herself and truly powerful Grand Demons.

"What's wrong? Why did you only use magical power just now?"

Taking another step forward, Schlacht chuckled softly.

"Aura, why don't you dare use your Domination Magic on me?"

"Is it cowardice or lack of courage?"

Too afraid to almost dare respond, and the humiliation of being crushed so pathetically made Aura feel disgraced.

"That's why I said you're just trash who relies on magic, Aura."

Kicking away Aura's scales that had fallen to the ground,

Schlacht still didn't stop his torture.

"You only know how to depend on magic, yet don't trust your own magic—"

"There's actually a mage in this world who fears their magic will rebound on them..."

"Don't you find that ridiculous?"

"This is why even Macht, the gentlest among Grand Demons, looks down on you, Aura."

Schlacht slowly crouched down, looking directly into Aura's eyes.

"Guillotine—do you really think this is some nice title?"

"It's mockery of you, Aura."

"Because you fear people under your magic's control regaining consciousness, you unhesitatingly chop off their heads—"

"Do you think there's any mage more ridiculous than you in this world?"

"Unable to even trust your own magic..."

"Frankly speaking, calling trash like you a Grand Demon is an insult to Grand Demons."

Schlacht lowered his eyes, his expression calm, his tone almost unquestionable.

"Now, Aura, I need to implement some necessary protective measures on your memory. Do you have any objections?"

Aura was very angry.

But she didn't dare have objections.

Or rather, her heart was full of objections, but facing Schlacht, she couldn't say a single word.

Watching Grausam approach expressionlessly at Schlacht's summons,

Aura finally made a verbal resistance.

"Schlacht—"

"Since you must do this, why can't you sit down and talk with me properly?"

"Must you choose this way of humiliating me and trampling my dignity?!"

Schlacht looked at her with the gaze one reserves for an 'idiot.'

"Because I think discussing with you would only waste my time."

"Rather than listening to your endless rounds of sophistry, it's simpler for me to act directly."

Having dealt with this waste's attitude problem,

Schlacht once again shifted his gaze slightly upward.

"Hehe... Frieren..."

"If you want to laugh, you don't need to hold back. After all, even among Grand Demons there are laughable wastes like Aura."

"But from now on, don't linger here anymore. It's meaningless."

"Because from now on, you won't be able to spy on anything in her memory regarding His Majesty the Demon King or the Demon King's Castle."

Hearing Schlacht once again murmur incomprehensible words,

Aura slightly raised her head to look at his eyes.

Under the light of Grausam's Heaven's Guidance Magic—

Schlacht's gaze at that time left Aura with a lifelong unforgettable memory.

And his gaze then was exactly the same as the Hero of the South before her now.

The worthless Grand Demon brought her thoughts back and knelt silently on the ground,

Waiting for the next command from the master who dominated her.

"This is what you meant—that she would have gazes from the future upon her?"

"Why don't I feel anything?"

Agusheed, completely insensitive to 'future sight,' glanced at Aura.

Then after taking a light sip of red tea, he asked his disciple who could see the future.

"Because it's not time yet."

"Wait a little longer, and you'll see that familiar person from the future."

Without doubting the Hero of the South's words,

Agusheed sat here, waiting together with his disciple for the gaze from the future he mentioned.

However, during this waiting process—

Regarding Aura's gaze that looked directly at him while forcibly enduring humiliation,

Agusheed chose to wave his hand, having her turn her head away.

And the moment Aura turned her head away,

The world's strongest Grand Mage clearly felt someone spying on him.

Moreover, that person's aura was undoubtedly someone extremely familiar to him.

"I see..."

Under the Hero of the South's gaze, Agusheed murmured softly,

His sight resting on Aura.

"Is it the future you... Frieren?"

After thinking for a moment, remembering something Schlacht had once said to him—

Agusheed slowly raised his arm toward Aura's direction.

His five fingers slowly closed as they flowed.

"Daring to spy on me by searching through others' memories—only you would have such audacity."

"Disrespectful. Go back where you came from."

As Agusheed's words fell, on an unobservable level,

Something was struck dizzy by a Severance attack that came through the air.

Reluctantly, it had to retreat from someone's memory.

Sinseki Era year 28, the first year of Frieren's party's departure.

In an inn in the capital of the Human-Demon Republic—Freesia,

The white-haired elf who had bullied a certain hereditary silly Grand Demon

And copied her memory to explore within it—

Slowly awakened from her disciple's arms with reluctant grumbling.

Opening her eyes to see the giant mushroom that covered half the ceiling,

Frieren, who had just been scolded by the old man from decades ago, felt even worse.

Glancing at Stark who was combing Fern's hair,

Frieren rubbed the Mirrored Lotus wedding ring on her ring finger—

And complained dissatisfiedly about her teacher.

"I hate Agusheed the most..."

Under Fern and Stark's confused gazes, the white-haired old hag said this.

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