Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 244 Volamei’s pig advances suddenly
When Lord found Celia, she was standing on the highest terrace of the city lord's mansion, overlooking the city below.

“Let’s get ready to go.” Lord walked to her side and stood beside her.

Celia didn't turn around, still gazing into the distance, her tone perfectly calm: "Where is the destination?"

This is a very practical question.

Their presence in the city was a last-minute scramble due to the mess caused by Vlame and Ella; it wasn't part of a pre-planned trip.

Now that the matter has been resolved, although the threat of the Demon King still hangs like a dark cloud in the sky, she can only wait until Lord finds a way to completely seal it away or resolve the issue.

They are indeed currently in a brief period of wandering without clear goals.

That's why Celia drank heavily yesterday out of sheer boredom, which led to what happened afterward.

Lord seemed to have considered this issue beforehand, or rather, it was the result of a discussion between him and the Elf Lady.

He turned his head and looked at Celia's small face: "Let's go to the Land of El."

Celia's gaze flickered slightly before finally turning away from the distance, looking at him with a hint of inquiry.

Lord chuckled and reminded him, "Have you forgotten? Didn't we agree yesterday to establish a magic association that covers the entire continent? Let's take this opportunity to complete the first step of our plan."

There are still quite a few human-owned countries on the mainland.

The land of El, located in the center of the continent, is also humanity's ideal country, the origin of modern human civilization, and a veritable land of magic.

It is known for its reverence for magic and is an ideal place to promote the standardization of magic. Moreover, the most famous magic academy on the continent is located there, making it much easier to establish a magic association on this basis.

The Southern Unified Empire has overly strict requirements for magic; basically only nobles are qualified to learn magic, and ordinary people have no chance of coming into contact with magic at all, making it an unsuitable place to establish a magic association.

As for the countries in the West and East, they were far too chaotic, and their attitudes toward magic were no better than those of the unified empire in the South.

Now, the Southern Unified Empire has even extended its reach, and if nothing unexpected happens, these countries will likely submit to it.

Lord has no intention of interfering in this matter.

The last time he helped the Kingdom of El was already an exception, after all, it was a country founded by an old friend, and Lord could not tolerate it being annexed like that.

Moreover, humanity should need such an ideal state to exist.

On the other side, upon hearing that it was about establishing a magic association, a glint of interest immediately flashed in Celie's eyes.

She was quite interested in it last night, but unfortunately the kiss afterwards made her feel uneasy. Today she wanted to have a good talk with Lord, but Vlame intercepted her and took him shopping.

Although she had successfully found the other party, she couldn't continue the discussion because of Vlame's strange mood. Now that she heard Lord bring it up, Celia was naturally very interested.

“Okay.” She responded emphatically, clearly agreeing with the suggestion. “The quality of the magical talents there seems to be higher than elsewhere.”

“After all, the most famous magic academy is there. In that case,” Lord suggested casually, with a hint of teasing in his tone, “why don’t you take on a few more apprentices when you get there?”

Upon hearing this, Celia immediately frowned in disdain and rejected the idea without hesitation: "My apprentice isn't someone just anyone can become. My standards are very high." She glanced at Lord and added with a touch of pride, "Do you think everyone is like Vlame, barely passable?"

Although she said it reluctantly, Lord could tell that she actually quite approved of and was satisfied with her disciple, Vlamé.

Otherwise, given her picky nature, she would never have taught the other person her best magic.

Lord simply smiled without saying a word, not revealing her thoughts.

He knew Celia's temperament well. She set very high standards, but once someone could cross them, they would truly enter her field of vision. Then, he would try his best to satisfy their thirst for knowledge about magic and make them a powerful magician.

A brief silence fell over the terrace.

Suddenly, Celia seemed to remember something, her gaze turning to Lord. Her tone sounded like a casual question, but the slight furrow in her brow betrayed a barely perceptible concern: "Where's Volamere? Is she... alright?"

Although she wasn't particularly sensitive and couldn't understand the source of the other person's emotional outburst, she wasn't completely oblivious.

She had witnessed Vlamena's unusual reaction and his hasty escape from the restaurant earlier.

At the time, she seemed indifferent and left everything to Lord to handle, but now, she can't help but care a little.

After all, in her intuition, Vlame's emotional breakdown was related to herself and the man in front of her.

Moreover, Vlamé is one of only two disciples that Celia currently acknowledges, and one of the very few humans that she is willing to invest energy in teaching and treat as an exception.

When Lord heard her ask about Fulame, he turned his head and looked at her with an extremely complicated expression.

His eyes held a hint of helplessness and distress, as well as a sense of looking at some kind of accomplice among the culprits.

Celia felt extremely uncomfortable under Lord's strange gaze, as if she had done something without realizing it, and couldn't help but ask directly, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Lord's gaze made her feel inexplicably uneasy. Lord sighed, his tone carrying a deep sense of helplessness: "It's nothing. It's just that Vlame is sometimes really too stubborn. I can't think of any good way to persuade her."

"Persuade her?" Celia was even more puzzled, her eyes filled with confusion. "What does she need to persuade her of? And even you can't do that?"

In her view, Lord and Vlamé had an extremely close relationship, even closer than she had with Vlamé.

The child's trust and affection for Lord were almost palpable.

If even Lord can't comfort her, how serious must the problem be?
Lord felt even more helpless looking at her completely oblivious.

He shook his head, his tone meaningful: "It is precisely because we are so close that there are some things I am even more powerless to do."

In the end, he did not choose to reveal Vlame's feelings at this moment.

On the one hand, he hadn't figured out how to handle the situation yet; on the other hand, he could almost foresee that once it was brought to light, given Celia's assertive attitude, the situation would instantly escalate into an uncontrollable chaotic mess.

For now, it's best to maintain this fragile calm.

Celia was completely bewildered and couldn't understand Lord's cryptic words at all.

Being close to someone makes you powerless? What kind of logic is that?
"I don't understand. What are you hiding?"

"It's nothing. You just need to know that my advice not only had no effect, but even had the opposite effect."

Celia frowned even more. She hated this man treating her like a riddle. Just as she was about to press him for an answer, she was interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching.

The two turned their heads at the same time and saw that at the other end of the corridor, Vlame, Ella, and Frilian behind them were walking towards the terrace.

Vlame had clearly tidied herself up, changing into a beautiful white magic robe. There was no trace of her previous crying on her face; instead, she radiated an unusual glow.

Those eyes were incredibly bright, carrying a certain indomitable spirit.

Ella followed behind her, a hint of confusion on her face, as if she hadn't quite figured out what was going on.

Frillie, who was following behind the two, was also somewhat confused, but her confusion stemmed more from Volamere.

She was a little confused. Vlamé had only gone out for a meal, so how could he have become such a different person?
Even Celia's attention was immediately drawn to it. She looked at Vlamena in a state that was completely different from when she had left in a hurry, and a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes.

However, what happened next was completely beyond her comprehension.

Vlame walked straight up to Lord, tilted his head back, and his red eyes burned with undisguised, intense emotion.

Without any warning or hesitation, she opened her arms and hugged him tightly, much to Lord's astonishment!

Celia: "!!!"

She realized that this hug was not the intimate hug between a master and his student, but rather an hug filled with a more special meaning.

Vlamé even pressed his cheek intimately against Lord's chest, unabashedly expressing his love.

“Professor Lord!” Vlame’s voice was clear and bright, “I like you!!!”

In an instant, the air on the terrace seemed to freeze completely.

Ella's eyes widened; she could hardly believe what she was seeing.

Celia's expression froze completely.

She looked at Vlamé, who was tightly embracing Lord, and at Lord's reaction—neither embracing back nor immediately pushing him away—a look of extreme confusion flashed in her eyes, as if she couldn't handle this incomprehensible situation.

Immediately, the confusion receded like the tide, and an extremely unfamiliar emotion emerged instantly.

It was as if something important had been taken away.

No! That's not right! It's not just "seems"! It is!

His own Lord was taken away by his apprentice, Vlame!
A clear look of disbelief and shock appeared on her usually calm face, followed by a sudden sharpness.

Vlamé naturally felt the cold gaze coming from Celie's direction, but instead of letting go, she hugged even tighter and turned her head slightly to meet Celie's gaze, her eyes filled with an unyielding challenge.

She had originally planned to proceed slowly, but now that her feelings had been noticed by her teacher, and the teacher's attitude was so ambiguous, she decided to stop hiding them!
She's going to play her cards right!
You should openly and honestly challenge your other respected teacher!
Lord felt the girl in his arms trembling slightly yet unusually determined body, and felt the sudden chill in Celia's gaze across from him. He could only let out a long, helpless sigh in his heart.

What was supposed to come finally came.

Moreover, it happened in such a direct and tragic way.

(End of this chapter)