Frieren: Dominating Aura From the Start
Chapter 88: I Place My Love Here

Flamme's grave sits on an unnamed small hill—

That was the burial site she personally chose.

It was also the place where she and Agusheed had once waited together for the 'Fifty-Year Meteor.'

That place is now connected by Agusheed's Spatial Severance to the ancient tree in the center of the Heaven Vein Dragon—

Whenever important days arrive, or when Agusheed misses Flamme...

He goes there to sit quietly for a while.

Sometimes for a whole day, sometimes for dozens of minutes.

Neither sorrowful nor speaking—

Agusheed just sits there, quietly looking at the tombstone he erected with his own hands, the words he carved himself.

And each time before going to the ancient tree, he brings a small flower from the flower garden.

So although the flower garden once had no direct path to the central ancient tree,

As Agusheed walked it for so long, the dense forest gradually formed a trail under his feet.

Walking on this path that had obviously become much wider compared to a hundred years ago—

Kraft, holding the Spell book, knew without asking how frequently Agusheed made this journey.

—A human falling in love with a cold-blooded demon,

Who ultimately even helped that demon recover emotions...

If he hadn't personally witnessed the travels of that girl named Flamme with Agusheed—

Probably even Kraft himself couldn't believe such a thing existed in this world...

Much less that he later became friends with Agusheed, a demon, because he was moved by their experience.

If the Goddess truly existed, surely she would be moved by this feeling too...

The elf monk shifted his sorrowful gaze from the Spell book,

Slowly looking toward Agusheed walking ahead.

His face showed no particular expression—

Rather, this strongest Grand Demon only showed a bit more gentleness when facing his wife.

At all other times, he maintained this unapproachable demeanor.

"Agusheed, are you still pursuing magic that can bring the dead back to life?"

The elf monk's words rang in the strongest Grand Demon's ears.

Kraft was completely ignorant about magic—

So Agusheed rarely discussed this magic, which even mages considered extremely absurd, in front of him.

After all, 'resurrection from death'—if explained to a warrior, would be even more unimaginable, right?

Moreover, Agusheed himself didn't want to discuss this goal that had made almost no progress in a thousand years.

So Agusheed's advancing steps didn't pause in the slightest,

Just his figure facing away from Kraft nodded almost imperceptibly.

"Have you thought about what you'll do after you resurrect Flamme?"

After I resurrect Flamme...

Hehe...

This optimism and gentleness—should I say it's unexpected or natural?

Kraft—

Sometimes it's not hard to understand why this person would be beloved by the Goddess who created the world.

"What, from your tone, you seem to think I'll definitely find that magic?"

Agusheed didn't choose to directly answer Kraft's question,

But calmly posed a counter-question about the interesting phrasing in the elf monk's words.

But he didn't turn around or look back,

Just maintained his pace, step by step walking toward the nearby central ancient tree.

Quite impolite behavior—

If Serie were here, she would probably blast him with Thunder of Destruction directly.

But unfortunately, standing here was Kraft, who devoutly believed in the Goddess.

"As long as such magic exists, then with your eternal life, you'll eventually find it, right?"

This statement from Kraft made Agusheed's fingertips tremble slightly.

But he still had no obvious reaction, just his tone softened slightly compared to the beginning.

"Kraft, you've never seen such magic either, have you?"

"Then why are you so certain that magic that can bring the dead back to life exists?"

"Because if it didn't exist—"

"That would be too cruel for you and Flamme, wouldn't it?"

The elf monk casually opened the Spell book,

His fingertip precisely stopping on the page he wanted to find.

With devotion and calm, he slowly recited the passage in the middle of that page.

"'He came to this world to make war cease upon this earth'—"

"'He bestowed this Spell book to spare all living beings from wound and disease'—"

After the soft recitation, Kraft gently closed the Spell book in his hands.

With a peaceful expression, he slowly said to Agusheed ahead:

"So I think, with the Goddess's compassion, she surely wouldn't give despair to those seeking happiness."

The Goddess's compassion...

Frankly speaking, Agusheed wasn't a devout monk.

So he had always been quite uninterested in matters concerning the Goddess.

After all, although he had heard in his era about the Goddess coming to earth and bestowing the Spell book,

As far as Agusheed knew, the only ones who had truly witnessed that Goddess's miracles—

Were only the Demon King and Serie.

Even later, when he and Flamme reached the legendary realm of that Goddess,

She never appeared before them, much less performed miracles...

So asking Agusheed to believe in things like 'the Goddess's compassion' was completely out of the question—

If it were him before Flamme's death, hearing such words would probably make him scoff.

But now...

Although he had always deliberately avoided the legends about that Goddess,

In his subconscious—

Agusheed truly hoped that something like 'the Goddess's compassion' existed...

"I hope you're right."

The tsundere and aloof strongest Grand Demon rarely responded with gratitude.

And this unexpected words naturally made Kraft behind him chuckle.

He coughed lightly, bringing the topic back—

"Getting back to the point, you still haven't answered my earlier question."

"Agusheed, after you resurrect Flamme, what do you want to do next?"

The elf monk's inquiry received no answer for a long time—

But Kraft wasn't in a hurry either, just silently following behind Agusheed,

Waiting for his friend's reply after contemplation.

"After resurrecting Flamme, what will I do next?"

Agusheed couldn't give Kraft an answer to this question.

Because resurrection from death was already beyond reach for him now—

So naturally he had no energy left to fantasize about the beauty that would come after...

Passing through the central ancient tree, crossing the path opened by Spatial Severance,

Once again stepping onto the grass of that unremarkable small hill.

His gaze stretched from the initial 'forget-me-not' all the way to the 'mirrored lotus' at the end of the flower sea—

Agusheed walked through this flower sea he had single-handedly created in silence.

—There had been no flowers here once.

And these blooming flowers weren't created by Magic of Blooming Flowers either.

It was just because every time Agusheed missed Flamme, he would plant a small flower here.

So over time, again and again—

This place became a flower sea.

Casually planting the small flower he brought from the flower garden—

After standing up, Agusheed continued his silent contemplation.

"What will I do after that?"

The strongest Grand Demon stopped before his wife's tombstone while murmuring to himself,

His gaze falling on the line of text he had carved there with his own hands.

"I don't know."

He gave his answer while slowly crouching down, extending his finger toward the inscription.

"But Flamme at that time will surely have things she wants to do—"

Agusheed softly explained, his gaze becoming gentler than ever before.

"So, whatever she wants to do, I'll accompany her..."

Just like the travels of the past.

Just like those sixty years of companionship in the imperial capital...

His fingertip gently brushed over those small grooves, and Agusheed slowly closed his eyes—

The carved words rose in his heart...

—'I place my love here'

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