Frieren: Demon of Domination

The Demon King...

Personally—

How interesting. Had he found or personally witnessed something?

Although he was indeed full of questions about this,

Agusheed, having confirmed that Schlacht wasn't lying, didn't continue pursuing this matter.

Because he knew that even if he asked, he wouldn't get any results.

Schlacht's loyalty to the Demon King was absolute.

So even at this moment,

Agusheed couldn't possibly extract any secrets about the Demon King from him.

"Last question—"

Without dwelling too much on the Demon King factor, Agusheed continued with his final question:

"Kino Mountains, Goddess Monument..."

"Can I see Flamme there?"

Agusheed, having received a positive answer from his disciple who also possessed Future Sight, asked the Omniscient before him for confirmation.

"Theoretically speaking, as long as you go, then yes."

Schlacht, who couldn't see Agusheed's future but knew the Goddess Monument's function, answered honestly.

At this point,

All four of Agusheed's questions had received honest answers.

So this time, it was Schlacht whose gaze became profound.

"Agusheed, you know the intention behind my answering your questions just now, right?"

"No idea."

The conversation-killing Grand Demon's tone left Schlacht speechless.

He lightly pressed his forehead, his tone relaxed yet helpless:

"Agusheed, don't play dumb..."

"This was an agreement we made back when we were both in Demon King Castle—"

"I honestly answer your questions, and you answer some of mine."

Agusheed, who had guessed this from the beginning, narrowed his eyes with a calm tone.

"Was there such a thing?"

"I don't remember."

"Whether you remember or not doesn't matter, it's not important anyway..."

"I originally just wanted to open the topic this way—"

After being dragged around and then hit by Agusheed's feigned ignorance and shamelessness, Schlacht looked straight ahead.

The strongest Grand Demon's gaze slowly met his.

"You just asked me four questions, but one of my answers wasn't perfect—"

"So let's count it as three. How about it?"

"Don't refuse me now. After all, I came to find you to confirm some things."

Lightly tapping the table, Agusheed, who didn't want to continue this back-and-forth, slightly raised his eyelids:

"You should have said this earlier instead of going in circles with me. Is it fun?"

Unable to refute, but no need to refute either.

Schlacht just looked straight ahead, watching Agusheed as he slowly spoke:

"Since I didn't hear a refusal, I'll take it as your agreement."

"First question—"

Watching Agusheed sipping his tea, Schlacht also placed his fingers on his teacup.

"Although I already know the answer from the Hero of the South, I still want to hear your definitive reply personally..."

"Agusheed, are you certain you won't interfere with the future we've chosen this time?"

"I don't want to be interrupted at the last moment like the previous times after making so many preparations."

Just as Schlacht had answered Agusheed's questions earlier...

The strongest Grand Demon, having decided to let go, nodded slightly without any hesitation.

Although he said nothing, his silent answer still allowed Schlacht to determine...

Agusheed was indeed letting go—

Because he understood this old friend too well, Schlacht knew what kind of psychological struggle he had gone through to make such a decision.

"Sorry..."

"Although I don't expect it, nor do I think I can gain your understanding."

"But I still must apologize to you, Agusheed."

"I know you don't want to see such an ending, and I understand this future is completely not what you want to see—"

"But for the best future demons can reach, I can only resort to this last measure."

This apology received no response from Agusheed.

The strongest Grand Demon, pretending complete indifference, remained cold in expression and indifferent in attitude.

"Don't say such meaningless things at this point..."

Agusheed continued calmly:

"You have two more questions. Ask quickly, then take that waste and get out."

"In the end, I don't care whether you live or die."

Really don't care?

Because he knew the answer to this question even without asking,

Schlacht simply smiled and let it pass.

But even if Agusheed didn't say so, he wouldn't stay here too long.

He didn't have much time left.

After confirming two other matters with Agusheed, he still had some preparations to make.

Without further delay, Schlacht, who had already prepared his questions, asked:

"Agusheed..."

"During the time the Hero of the South stayed by your side, including when he left—"

"Did he entrust you with anything to complete for him?"

No need to hide anything. Agusheed simply hooked his finger lightly.

That stupid disciple's leather notebook left with him appeared in his hand instantly from his bedroom through Summoning Magic.

"His sword technique notes. He said if I didn't want to keep them, I should pass them to Himmel for him."

This answer meant the Hero of the South hadn't pulled any tricks to influence the future.

"Looks like he didn't cheat—"

"That's good."

Without looking at the sword technique notes, completely trusting Agusheed's answer, Schlacht nodded lightly.

Then, having finished his second question, he paused.

After much consideration, Schlacht still looked at Agusheed with worried eyes.

"Last question, Agusheed..."

The Omniscient sighed softly, slowly asking the question he had saved for last and cared about most.

"You didn't give him that 'sword,' did you?"

Agusheed fell silent in such a situation, which was rare.

"The Hero's Sword is still in the Village of Swords—"

"And only Kraft can draw it."

"Schlacht, you should know this."

The strongest Grand Demon wasn't good at changing subjects or muddying waters.

But Schlacht didn't mind.

He simply ignored Agusheed's feigned ignorance and asked again, very seriously and in detail:

"Agusheed, you should know I'm not talking about the Hero's Sword."

"I'm talking about that Imperial Sword—"

"When the Unified Empire split and I led troops into Eiseberg, the Imperial Sword I couldn't find no matter what..."

"Besides you, I can't imagine anyone else who could have taken it away from under my nose beforehand."

Because he indeed hadn't given this 'sword' to the Hero of the South,

And also didn't want Schlacht to know this 'sword' was with him,

Agusheed, who had deliberately changed the subject under such clear questioning,

Finally chose to answer after all.

After all, Schlacht was about to face death—telling him now wouldn't matter.

"You guessed correctly. The Imperial Sword is indeed with me."

"But I also indeed didn't give the Imperial Sword to that stupid disciple—"

"Are you satisfied with this answer?"

No need to answer—Schlacht's gradually relaxing gaze already indicated the response.

The last question and concern had disappeared.

Now he could go to the battlefield of certain death with peace of mind.

"Questions are finished, and I'm taking Aura outside with me."

"Agusheed, want to try to keep me?"

Schlacht, rising without much hesitation, asked this in return.

"I wish you a good death."

This was Agusheed's attitude.

Schlacht took one last look at Agusheed, who had closed his eyes...

Then walked out with a light laugh.

But the moment he opened the study door, Agusheed's question came from behind.

"Schlacht, demon souls don't go to Aureole after death."

"This means your post-death world will be even crueler than my stupid disciple's..."

"Tell me now—"

"In all the futures you've seen, can we meet again?"

Schlacht didn't turn around, didn't even stop walking.

Where Agusheed couldn't see, his eyes lowered,

The corners of his mouth beneath the mask curved upward with unclear meaning.

At the last moment of departure, facing almost the same question as the Hero of the South,

He gave a completely different answer than the Hero of the South.

"Meet again?"

Agusheed, sitting at his desk with eyes tightly closed, heard such a relieved light laugh.

That was Schlacht's answer.

He said:

"In the next life."

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