Frieren: Dominating Aura From the Start
Chapter 90: Demons Do Not Feel Regret

This question was asked too early—

The moment she spoke those words, Flamme had already somewhat 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 Flamme herself—

Agusheed couldn't give an answer.

Agusheed reached out, placing his hand on his wife's sorrowful face.

"Flamme..."

"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 me, at least for the current me—"

"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 me—"

Afraid his wife couldn't fully understand the meaning 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, Flamme, aside from you, there is no one important to me in this world."

"So without precedent, the current me cannot give you an answer to this question."

There was no disappointment as she had imagined.

Quite the opposite—

Flamme 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 me...

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 me.

Thinking this, under Agusheed's confusion and puzzlement, Flamme slowly shook her head.

"No, Agusheed, you've already given me 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 mean?"

What do you mean...

Hehe...

Agusheed, even if I explain it now, you probably won't understand—

Although knowing it would be meaningless, to respond to her husband,

Flamme 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—

Flamme 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."

"Something 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, Flamme 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 me?"

"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 me too.

The rain grew heavier.

But the gloom in Flamme'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 meaning, Flamme 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 Flamme was trying her best to answer his confusion, Agusheed thought for a moment,

Then gave a relatively correct answer in realistic terms.

"From the empire's southernmost end to Aureole."

Flamme shook her head.

"Then... is it the gap between life and death?"

This time, Agusheed's answer was on an emotional level.

But seeing Flamme'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 me, but you don't understand."

You love me...

I love you?

Incomprehensible nonsense, and impossible to understand its meaning.

"Sorry, Flamme, I still can't understand."

Can't understand...

Agusheed's answer didn't surprise Flamme.

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 remembering something worrying, Flamme suddenly asked:

"Agusheed, have you ever felt deep regret about something?"

Deep regret?

Although not knowing what caused the worry in Flamme's eyes,

Her question really made Agusheed shake his head and chuckle—

"You're talking nonsense again, Flamme."

Agusheed bent down, looking directly at his wife as he stated an indisputable fact.

"—Demons do not feel regret."

Flamme didn't refute.

Only after feeling she had said something foolish, she agreed with Agusheed's statement.

"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 me—

—

"I have no regrets, Flamme."

On the unnamed 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... Flamme..."

"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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