Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 245 Miss Celia is Observing
what is love?
This problem was far more difficult for Celia to understand than even the most complex ancient magic.

She once thought that the bond between herself and Lord, which spanned a thousand years and the tacit understanding they shared through the end of the mythical era, had long surpassed any emotional realm that human language could describe.

This feeling needs no explanation.

However, Vlamé's declaration of love was like a ray of light, suddenly piercing through the orderly realm of her understanding.

She clearly felt an extremely strong impulse.

A violent urge to twist Vlame's audacious head off her slender neck and kick it like a ball.

The thought came so suddenly and strongly that it startled her slightly, and she immediately had the idea of ​​putting it into action.

Fortunately, another, deeper emotion suppressed it.

He was very satisfied with Vlamé and liked him very much; this liking stemmed from the affection a teacher has for their student.

At the same time, because she treated him as an exception, and because she had brought him back and raised him, the protective feeling that she herself was unaware of in time suppressed this dangerous impulse.

In the end, Celia's expression remained unchanged, but the coldness deep in her eyes transformed into an even more indescribable silence.

"Let's go."

She spoke calmly, as if the scene that had just shocked any onlooker had never happened.

There were no questions, no outrage, and after the initial surprise, there was no further astonishment, as if Vlamé had simply done something insignificant.

This reaction not only stunned Vlamé, who was on edge and bracing for a storm, but also surprised Lord.

Vlame's red eyes were filled with disbelief and astonishment.

Just like that, it’s over?
Teacher Celie... does that mean she's tacitly agreeing?

Would he even be willing to give up Professor Lord to him?

This overly naive thought popped up uncontrollably, giving her a sudden tremor, but she immediately dismissed it.

Based on my understanding of Ms. Celie, there is absolutely no way she would be willing to give up Ms. Lord to me so easily!
There must be a deeper idea behind it.

But it's okay! I'm not afraid of her!

Vlame kept encouraging himself in his mind.

Lord, on the other hand, sensed that beneath Celia's overly calm exterior lay some extremely unusual thoughts.

That was not tacit consent, much less compromise, but rather an attitude akin to observation.

What does Celie want to do?
Lord wasn't sure either, but that didn't stop him from observing the situation.

Although it might be unfair to Vlamé to say this, if this opportunity could bring Celie a sense of crisis and teach her what love is, then Lord would be happy to play the dumb protagonist in this chaotic situation.

But he would never reciprocate the feelings of Vlamé.

Because human lifespan has a limit.

Even Vlamé was no exception.

On the other hand, Celia gave no one another chance to investigate.

She turned first and walked down the tower with steady steps; her back revealed no hidden meaning.

In this extremely eerie atmosphere, the group left the city that had once been in crisis because of them and was also saved because of them.

Duke Hod and Bishop Casalius had intended to hold a grand farewell ceremony for everyone, but Lord refused.

The Duke even suggested that everyone stay a few more days so that he could commission a statue of them, so that the city would remember their contributions.

However, this proposal was also rejected.

It's too late to do things that we didn't have time to do a thousand years ago.

Therefore, there was no grand farewell, only the complex and awe-inspiring gazes of Duke Hod and Bishop Casalius, who watched them depart silently from afar.

The journey begins again.

At this moment, Vlamé seemed to have completely broken free from some invisible shackles. Her earlier declaration on the tower was not a momentary impulse, but a genuine determination.

She no longer felt any shyness or concealment, and expressed her burning emotions to Lord without reservation.

When Lord walks down the street, she will naturally move closer to him. Even when they rest, she will immediately sit down next to him, shoulder to shoulder, as if that is her exclusive spot.

Even the way they address each other has changed. Instead of adding "teacher," they boldly call him Lord.

This is no ordinary disciple; he must be severely punished.

But Vlamé's stubbornness was beyond imagination.

"Lord, try this, it's delicious!"

"Lord, are you tired? Why don't you lean on me and rest for a bit?"

"Lord..."

Aside from his millennia-old companion and Celie, only Vlamé would address himself by his first name like this.

Lord felt extremely uncomfortable.

Initially, he tried to refuse and keep his distance.

He would avoid her hand, let her sit back in her original seat, and reject her advances, reminding her of her place and trying to correct her form of address.

Unfortunately, they all failed.

Her love was as tenacious as a vine.

Each time she was politely rejected, a fleeting sadness would pass through her eyes, only to be quickly replaced by an even stronger flame, and she would try to approach him again in a different way.

She seemed determined to use this pervasive infiltration method to wear down all of Lord's defenses.

Lord wasn't heartless. He couldn't possibly do anything excessive to the disciple he had personally trained and raised. Those cold, hard words of rejection were already his limit.

Moreover, he was also waiting for the other person's reaction.

Serena made no response to Volamere's affectionate gestures, even as he began to take her place.

She was just observing.

Yes, it's observation.

She would sit not far away, her eyes always inadvertently glancing at Vlamé and Lord.

Whenever Vlamé and Lord came into contact, she would squint her eyes slightly, her gaze becoming exceptionally serious, and she would even occasionally nod gently, revealing an expression of "I see."

Lord began to suspect that Selene might be using him and Vlame as some kind of sample, and was silently taking notes in her mind.

But if that's the case, on what day will the other side finish their observation log and return to the battlefield?

Lord was very curious.

The journey continues.

Until one ordinary afternoon.

As usual, Vlamé held a tempting-looking fruit and walked toward Lord, who was not far away.

"Lord, this fruit..."

Before she could finish speaking, a golden figure was faster than her.

Celia, who had been unresponsive, suddenly began to act.

She moved swiftly, instantly appearing behind Lord.

To Vlame's astonishment, Celia reached out naturally, not to take the fruit, but to hug the man in front of her from behind, even slightly tiptoeing to press her body completely close to Lord.

With her other hand, she wrapped her arms around his chest, their cheeks pressed together, creating an embrace that was even closer and more possessive than Vlamé's previous one!
After she finished doing all this, she even turned her head slightly to look at the completely frozen Vlamé: "My foolish apprentice! Is this the standard way humans express love and ownership?"

Celia has finally revealed her fangs!
(End of this chapter)