Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 237 The Magic of Creating a Flower Field

Vlamé lingered at the entrance of the flower shop, looking at this flower and smelling that one, his face beaming with a genuine smile. Lord smiled along with him.

At that moment, the other person seemed like an ordinary human girl who liked flowers.

Her undisguised love for flowers suddenly brought back memories from a distant past, almost from another world, to Lord's mind.

In that story, the red-haired girl in front of me seemed to love magic that could conjure up flower fields, a magic that her parents had taught her.

So this passion started so early?
He watched as Vlamé carefully stroked a delicate red velvet rose with his fingers and couldn't help but ask, "You seem to particularly like flowers?"

Upon hearing this, Vlame turned around, her face still beaming with joy, and nodded vigorously: "Yes! I love them! They are so beautiful, each one with its own unique appearance and fragrance."

She paused, as if a deeper thought had been evoked, and her tone became incredibly serious: "Actually... teacher, I have a dream. My parents once taught me a magic that could turn a field of flowers into a garden, and I hope to improve upon this magic and create a new one."

A magic that allows flowers to bloom anytime, anywhere, and to blossom exactly as they wish.

It's not about simply conjuring up colorful flowers, but about creating a sea of flowers that I can imagine, even rare ones!

When she talks about her dreams, she seems to glow, a light that comes from her inner passion.

Lord listened quietly, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

He could sense the sincerity behind Vlame's words; it wasn't just a magician's pursuit of power.

"The magic of making the flowers you want to see bloom?" Lord smiled slightly. "It's an interesting idea, but also very difficult. The power of imagination involved will be very challenging."

With your current magical talent and understanding of magic, it's not impossible for you to achieve this in the future.

Of course, if that really doesn't work, I can also…”

He had intended to say that he could help participate in or even directly create the basic structure of this magic, which, given his current understanding of his own creative talent, would not be difficult.

After all, he had already mastered most of the power of imagination.

The only remaining limitation is the difference and gap in strength that restricts the development of one's talents.

Just as he cannot create a magic that can instantly make someone a god simply through the power of imagination.

This is no longer the power of imagination, but pure fantasy.

However, Vlame shook her head without hesitation at Lord's suggestion, looking at him with firm eyes: "No, teacher! Thank you for your kindness, but I hope that I can create this magic myself!"

Her tone carried a gentle obsession: "I want to use my own hands and my own heart to explore and understand the secret of how flowers bloom, little by little."

The process itself is the greatest joy and meaning of magic, isn't it? I don't want to miss a single step of it.

Lord paused for a moment, then smiled with satisfaction.

Indeed, for true magicians, the process of exploration and creation is far more important than the result.

He nodded: "You're right. Then I look forward to seeing your magic, the magic that makes all the flowers bloom, someday in the future."

With the teacher's understanding and encouragement, Vlame smiled even more happily.

As if remembering something, she added, "And I'm also trying to research another kind of magic right now."

"Oh? What is it?" Lord asked curiously.

"It's a spell that can disguise or even alter one's own magical energy fluctuations!" Vlame said in a slightly smug voice. "Teacher, think about it carefully. If you can freely change your magical aura, wouldn't that be much more convenient in battles against demons?"
The opponent has no way to discern your true strength based on instinct alone, and they won't even know how much magic you have left. It could also be used to evade tracking methods that rely on magic perception. I think it's very useful!

A knowing glint flashed in Lord's eyes.

Disguised magical fluctuations?

Lord had envisioned this magic countless times, but when he tried to create it, he always gave up.

He was pleased that he had finally come up with this idea, as he still wanted to entrust the creation of this magic to Vlamé.

"That's a great idea!" Lord praised without reservation, his tone full of satisfaction. "Although it's very difficult, once successful, it will be a powerful weapon! Vlame, you must know that demons are very cunning. Once they encounter something they cannot resist, they will not hesitate to give up the fight. I have encountered this many times, so you must be even more cunning than them. Your idea is excellent!"

Hearing her teacher's direct affirmation, Vlamé's cheeks flushed again, and she felt as if she were floating on air.

"Really? I'll keep trying!"

Then she silently added in her mind: "Besides, if this magic succeeds, maybe I can use it to sneak up on you in the future without being detected..."

Of course, she would never reveal this secret thought.

The two lingered in front of the flower shop for a moment, and Vlame finally bought a small, exquisite bouquet of mixed honeysuckle and white windmill chrysanthemums, which she carefully held in her arms.

The sunlight shone on her face, which was beaming with happiness, creating an extremely beautiful scene.

Looking at Vlamé like this, Lord couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and happiness.

Perhaps, it's nice to occasionally stroll around like an ordinary person, and see how Vlamé's disciple shines because of his dream.

Little did he know that beneath this beautiful scene, the girl's burning and unwavering love, like the flower in her arms absorbing sunlight, was quietly growing stronger and more steadfast.

The two continued walking forward. Vlamé held the flowers, and she felt that the distance between herself and Professor Lord seemed to have shortened a little.

This made her even more convinced that she was on the right path.

Looking at Lord beside him, a great sense of satisfaction and happiness filled his entire body.

At this moment, there was no Celie, no Ella, no Frillien, only her and Lord.

Even this bustling street seemed to have become a world that belonged only to the two of them.

How she wished time could stand still at this moment.

Meanwhile, in Celia's room.

On the bed, the blonde elf slowly opened her eyes, her slight headache from the hangover causing her to frown unhappily.

She sat up, rubbed her temples, and looked around.

The room was unusually quiet.

"Lord?" she called out habitually, but received no response.

Oh right, this isn't his own cabin; Lord is in the room next door.

Go find him.