Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 242 Teacher, are you scared?
Inside the restaurant, the atmosphere became somewhat heavy after Vlamé's hasty departure.

After slowly finishing the last bite of her steak, Celia looked up at Lord across from her, who looked somewhat helpless.

"What's wrong with her?" Celia asked, her tone flat, as if she was genuinely just puzzled by her sudden departure.

In her opinion, Vlame's emotional fluctuations were somewhat inexplicable, but for some reason, she always felt that they were related to herself and to Lord in front of her, but she didn't know exactly where the connection lay.

Vlamé did it cleverly; at least in Celia's eyes at the moment, she hadn't noticed anything amiss.

Lord rubbed his temples and sighed, "He probably has something on his mind."

He didn't bring it up, after all, it wasn't appropriate for him to reveal Volamere's secret feelings to Celia.

Celia frowned slightly, as if she wanted to ask something, but in the end she simply said, "It's up to you." She stood up. "I'll go back now."

After she finished speaking, she turned and left the restaurant, leaving Lord alone.

Lord sat alone in his seat, the image of Vlame's flustered departure lingering in his mind.

He wasn't oblivious; he had already noticed Vlamé's unusual enthusiasm and almost undisguised admiration today, but he didn't want to think about it that way.

However, because of Celia's arrival, the thing I least wanted to see still came true.

Where did it all begin?

What did I do wrong?
But ultimately... we can't just leave it unattended.

After paying the bill, he walked towards the city lord's mansion.

However, the other party was not in the room. Left with no other choice, Lord could only take the same action as Celie. With his wide-range detection magic, he easily detected Vlame's magical fluctuations.

Standing in front of the restaurant, Lord hesitated for a moment before finally deciding to push the door open and go inside.

Inside the restaurant, Vlamé, who was having dinner with Frilian, heard the doorbell ring and instinctively looked towards the entrance, where he met the gaze of Lord as he entered.

“It looks like he’s indeed feeding Frilian,” Lord said softly as he walked toward the two of them.

Vlame's heart tightened instantly, and he subconsciously turned his head to look at Frillie.

But her attempt to escape was futile. Lord stopped in front of her and then sat down with practiced ease.

"Teacher, what brings you here?" Vlame took a deep breath, trying to make her voice sound normal.

"Just checking on you," Lord replied frankly.

"I'm fine! Teacher, have you misunderstood something?" She lowered her head, avoiding his gaze.

Lord understood as he looked at her deliberately evasive gaze.

He paused for a moment, then decided it was better to be clear about things, even though it might make her more upset; a short, sharp pain was better than a long, drawn-out one.

“Volamei,” his voice was much more serious than usual, “shall we go for a walk? There are some things I’d like to talk to you about.”

Vlamé's heart sank.

She could almost guess what Lord was going to say; after all, she hadn't been able to hide it from him.

After all, his actions just now were too obvious, and the teacher, not being an elf, would naturally notice that something was wrong.

A feeling of panic welled up inside her, but she nodded and followed Lord out of the room.

The two found a quiet corner, away from the noisy crowd.

Lord stopped and turned to look at his disciple, who had been keeping his head down.

He organized his thoughts, trying to speak in a way that wouldn't hurt her: "Volame, your magical talent is exceptional, and you're sure to achieve extraordinary things in the future. As your teacher, I eagerly await that day." In a timeline without his own timeline, Volame was the oldest human mage. Although he had taken that title from her, Lord believed that with Volame's abilities, she could still leave behind a name of her own.

However, upon hearing this opening remark, Vlamé, standing before him, unconsciously clenched the hem of his clothes, his unease growing ever stronger.

Lord paused for a moment, then continued, "Therefore, you have a long road ahead of you and will encounter more exciting things, so you shouldn't waste too much of your thoughts and feelings on someone who may not be able to reciprocate your feelings."

His words were as tactful as possible, but their meaning was cruelly clear.

Vlame suddenly raised her head, her eyes instantly reddening again, but this time, no tears fell; her eyes turned red with stubbornness and resentment.

"Waste?" she repeated the word, her voice trembling slightly. "Does the teacher think that my feelings for you are a waste?"

Since the teacher had already noticed her feelings, Vlame simply made it clear.

“That’s not what I meant…” Lord tried to explain.

But Vlamé interrupted him, taking a step forward and staring at him rudely, as if trying to see through his true thoughts: "Is the teacher telling me all this because she is afraid?"

Lord was slightly taken aback.

Vlame's tone became agitated, carrying an indescribable resolve: "Are you afraid of my feelings? Afraid that I will interfere between you and Teacher Celie? Are you worried that my insignificant affection will shake the thousand-year-old relationship and tacit understanding between you!?"

Her question was like a sharp arrow, precisely piercing the most subtle concern deep within Lord's heart.

He did consider how a more direct and intense expression of his feelings would affect the budding relationship between him and Selene.

It might solidify the relationship, or it might make it worse.

Therefore, he hesitated.

In Vlamé's eyes, this hesitation and silence were tantamount to acquiescence.

A surge of emotion, a mixture of resentment and fierce fighting spirit, instantly overwhelmed her, burning away all her sorrow in that moment.

She looked at the silent Lord and suddenly laughed, a hint of tears glistening in her eyes.

“I understand,” she said softly, but her tone was unusually firm. “It seems you’re not entirely unmoved, teacher. That means I still have a chance, since you can feel fear too…”

She took a deep breath, and then, word by word, spoke with perfect clarity:
"Then I, Vlame, swear here and now! I will make you fall for me! Not as a disciple, but as a woman!"

A hint of surprise flashed in Lord's eyes.

He never expected that his advice would have the exact opposite effect.

“Volat, you…” he frowned, “even if I may never be able to respond to you…”

“It’s alright!” Vlame interrupted him decisively. “I don’t care! As long as I can convey this sentiment to my teacher’s heart without reservation, that’s enough!”

"As for the outcome..." she paused, a radiant smile spreading across her face, "that's not something I need to think about right now. All I know right now is that I like you, and that's enough."

After saying that, she gave Lord no chance to refute or persuade her, gave him a deep look as if she wanted to show him her determination, then turned around resolutely and left quickly.

Lord stood alone, gazing in the direction she had disappeared, speechless for a long time.

He raised his hand and pressed his temples with a hint of helplessness.

Things seemed to be heading in an increasingly troublesome direction, rushing headlong into the future.

For the first time, he felt somewhat helpless.

(End of this chapter)