Frieren: Demon of Domination

The Hero of the South—

Humanity's strongest—

Why is he here?!

Looking at the Hero of the South who appeared before her with disbelief, Lady Aura let out a sharp shriek.

Why would the strongest Grand Demon know the strongest human?

And they even seem to have a good relationship—

This must be a demon traitor!

Aura's slender fingers gripped the bedsheets tightly, her knuckles turning white from the force.

She looked at Agusheed's gaze that treated her like 'trash.'

Unconsciously curling up her body, her shoulders trembling slightly with heavy breathing.

The strongest Grand Demon colluding with the strongest human—

In this situation, won't His Majesty the Demon King really step in to deal with this?

And Schlacht and the others...

Always letting such a serious threat run loose,

Never publicly revealing information about such a dangerous person.

Damn it!

How can we revitalize demonkind and eliminate humanity when working with those vermin in the 'Demon King's army'?

Also, being dominated and imprisoned by the strongest Grand Demon is one thing,

But facing the Hero of the South alone...

Is this a situation that I, a mere member of the Seven Sages of Destruction, should have to face?

Where's Schlacht?

Aren't you 'omniscient'?

You should have been able to predict this situation, right?

Come save me again!!

Wait—

A terrible speculation suddenly welled up in Aura's heart.

"Half a month ago, when Schlacht saved me from Agusheed's hands, what he said was—"

"'She will be of some use to me in the future. For my sake, how about letting her live a little longer?'"

...

Of some use—

Aura's back was soaked with cold sweat, her dress clinging to her skin.

No way, did he mean he had already predicted the current situation,

And wanted to use me to test the Hero of the South's strength and trump cards?

At least you could have saved my undead legion too!

Making me face the Hero of the South all alone...

Me?

Am I worthy?

Eh, me fighting the Hero of the South, for real?

Aura's wild thoughts made her body tremble even more violently,

Even the snow-white thighs under her skirt unconsciously tensed up.

"I'm going to die—"

This was the uncontrollable thought in her heart.

Unlike Agusheed, who she learned from Schlacht despised killing,

The Hero of the South would have no psychological burden about slaughtering demons.

As the strongest human who single-handedly crushed the Demon King's army's front-line forces,

Mercilessly cutting through the northern plateau's defenses,

Reaching the heart of the 'Demon King's army' in an extremely short time.

The Hero of the South's creed was almost singular:

'Any life facing another's death will feel sadness, reluctance, or mourning emotions.'

'But demons don't have such feelings.'

'Naturally evil demon brats, I'll personally—'

"Uwaa—"

Light purple long hair fell beside her face as Aura's tears couldn't help but flow out.

Recalling the Hero of the South's achievements carrying two long swords from the southern nations all the way to the northern plateau,

And the legend of him cutting back and forth through demon armies for three days and nights, dyeing an entire plain red—

The violin lady shamefully cried under the threat of death.

Then—

Under Agusheed's gaze that looked at an 'idiot,'

Aura watched the Hero of the South, whom she regarded as the 'Grim Reaper,' calmly close the wooden door bit by bit.

Listening to the gradually fading footsteps—

Aura was stunned for a moment, wiping away the crocodile tears from her eyes.

Huh?

He's not here to kill me?

After brief relief came the abyss of tension.

Aura gripped the hem of her skirt, gritting her teeth as she pondered future possibilities.

"Are they not planning to kill me, or do they want to keep me for something else?"

"Or does my Domination Magic still have use for them?"

Suddenly, Aura shivered.

A certain possibility took root and sprouted in her mind.

"No way..."

"It couldn't possibly be that kind of..."

Thinking of knowledge she'd seen in human books,

Aura, who was considered an anomaly among demons for having abundant emotions, froze.

Imagining scenes that might appear in the future—

Her delectable little face involuntarily showed a humiliated expression.

"Ugh, if it's really like that... just kill me instead."

In the silent, empty room,

Aura leaning against the bed hummed softly in a voice only she could hear.

"As expected, just as I thought..."

Although he had been shooed away by Agusheed after the deal was completed—

But relying on his thick skin, he had temporarily stayed behind.

The Hero of the South and his teacher walked one after another in the corridor's shadows.

His finger gently rubbing the sword hilt, confident light laughter and sighs flowed from his mouth.

"'Aura the Guillotine is staying with you, so I've recently become unable to observe her future."

Agusheed had his back to his disciple, his black robe swaying slightly in the night wind.

Evening light filtered through the corridor's stained glass windows, casting mottled colors on his pale profile.

"Finished confirming?"

"Get lost once you're done confirming."

Agusheed's tone was completely unlike how one would treat a disciple.

He turned his head and once again spoke harshly to the Hero of the South.

"I don't want to see you anymore."

Agusheed's almost tsundere-like statement made the Hero of the South chuckle softly.

"Your words are still so hurtful..."

His finger left the sword hilt, instead straightening the wrinkles in his cloak.

He quickened his pace, walking shoulder to shoulder with Agusheed, who was about the same height.

"Since we've already resolved our conflict,"

"Then it's reasonable for me as a disciple to stay by my teacher's side for a few days, right?"

Crack—

Extremely fine cracks appeared in the stone bricks under Agusheed's feet.

"Whatever."

His voice carried some impatience,

But under the black robe that no one could see, those broad shoulders relaxed imperceptibly.

"See, you're still so contrary to your words."

Touching his handsome mustache,

The Hero of the South extended his finger, gently brushing over the patterns on the wall that he knew all too well.

"Teacher—"

"In the situation where Frieren hasn't come to see you once in hundreds of years..."

"You actually really want me to stay by your side a bit longer, don't you?"

"Keep being glib and I'll kill you."

Agusheed's voice was extremely low, but aside from words,

He didn't even make a gesture to drive him away.

So the Hero of the South shrugged nonchalantly with light laughter.

"Your temper is still so good."

—Agusheed said nothing more.

Until they reached the end of the corridor, standing at the stairway corner,

He finally stopped.

Looking at his disciple who had already taken a step down,

Agusheed suddenly spoke, his voice rarely carrying a tone of disappointment.

"Silly disciple..."

"Don't you understand why I personally brought you to see that worthless Grand Demon?"

Didn't the Hero of the South understand?

Of course he understood—Agusheed wanted him to take this opportunity to kill Aura in advance.

But—

He hadn't done so.

"Although there's Schlacht's request, if it's something you want to do, I won't stop you."

This was Agusheed's addition.

The Hero of the South stopped on the stairs and turned back.

"There's no need for that, Teacher."

He shook his head at Agusheed, evening's dim light shining on his cloak.

"I am the Hero of the South, after all."

The strongest human's declaration echoed long between the corridor and stairway.

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