Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 249 Thousands of roads lead to dead ends

"Besides, no one was hurt, was he?"

Looking at Celia's unreasonable and illogical manner, Lord felt a surge of anger rising to his head.

He took a deep breath, trying to suppress his anger.

"No one is injured?" Lord's voice was low. "Selie, do you think if I had been half a second slower, you wouldn't be seeing a disciple lying on the ground right now, but you might not even be able to find a body!"

He grew angrier and angrier as he spoke, and couldn't help but bend his finger and give Celia's smooth forehead a hard thud!
"Boom!"

The sound is crisp, it's a good start.

Celia was completely unprepared for Lord's sudden attack.

She covered the spot where she had been hit, her golden eyes widening suddenly, filled with disbelief and a faint hint of grievance.

She's lived so many years, who would dare treat her like this!
This man is incredibly arrogant!
"You!!!" Celia was speechless with anger.

"What do you mean, 'you'?!" Lord interrupted her rudely. "You two, master and disciple, are going to use forbidden magic to fight to the death over a man! You're making all the mages look bad!!!"

"Stealing...stealing a man!?"

Selena was speechless, choked by the vulgar and blunt word. A blush rose on her fair cheeks, whether from anger or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

"What nonsense are you talking about! I was just... just responding to my disciple's challenge!"

"Responding to a challenge is to clash with forbidden magic?" Lord was almost driven crazy by her bizarre focus. "With your abilities, you need to use Light Devouring to defeat Volame? You should be able to see that Volame's magic, although powerful, is not in its complete form, and its energy dissipates very severely. The highest-level defensive magic is more than enough."

But you've gotten carried away and are about to use forbidden magic on your own disciple.

Lord's words were all reasonable, leaving Celia somewhat bewildered.

She opened her mouth, as if to refute, but found that she could not find any valid reason.

She really didn't think that much about it at the time.

It was only Vlame's fusion magic that stirred up his long-dormant fighting spirit, as well as the initial thought of twisting the head off Vlame, this arrogant disciple who dared to lay a hand on the person most important to him.

She did indeed intend to kill Vlamé; that is an indisputable fact.

Lord, of course, noticed it as well.

She muttered subconsciously, her voice much lower than usual: "Who told her to be so reckless, trying... trying to take it from me?"

She couldn't bring herself to say the last few words, but her eyes, which kept looking at Lord, and her slightly puffed-out cheeks betrayed her thoughts.

Looking at her almost "sulking" appearance, Lord's anger inexplicably subsided by half, replaced by self-reproach for letting things develop to this point.

Without the slightest hesitation, he raised his fist and punched himself hard in the face.

Celia: "!!!"

What are you doing!?

Lord was too fast; Celia didn't even have time to react. It wasn't until blood trickled from the man's mouth that she immediately asked what happened.

“I also bear some responsibility,” Lord replied calmly.
If I hadn't been soft-hearted at the beginning and hadn't firmly rejected Vlame's feelings, if I had stopped their sparring from the start, none of this would have happened.

“It has nothing to do with you,” Celia whispered.

As she watched the glaring red blood spill from the corner of his mouth, the slight resentment and dissatisfaction she felt from being hit on the forehead were instantly replaced by a feeling of heartache.

"It's related!" Lord nodded emphatically, his tone laced with self-mockery. "Because of me, this femme fatale, you two, the legendary master and disciple, ended up fighting each other, almost destroying this entire forest."

Celia glanced at him but didn't say anything more.

"Seria, don't do that again." All the words in the story were reduced to a single admonition.

Seria met his gaze for a moment, noticing the blood trickling from the corner of Lord's mouth, before finally lowering her head and saying, "Hmm." It seemed she had accepted the lecture.

Seeing that his goal had been achieved, Lord breathed a sigh of relief and turned to check on Ella and the other two.

I have no idea where those two went.

Ella was quite clever; seeing the fight between the two escalating, she immediately led Frilian to hide far away, and for a moment they were completely out of sight.

However, he had just taken a step when someone tugged at his clothes from behind. Lord paused, turning around in confusion.

Celia had her head slightly lowered, her long golden hair falling down and obscuring most of her face, making it impossible to see her expression.

Her hands, however, gripped his clothes tightly, showing no sign of letting go.

The air was silent for a few seconds.

Then, an extremely stubborn voice, tinged with a barely perceptible hint of grievance, came through:
"you are mine."

These four words were spoken seemingly out of the blue, yet with extraordinary seriousness.

This was both her final response to Vlame's actions and her most direct declaration of possession at this moment, along with the deepest emotional outpouring.

Lord was stunned.

He looked at the usually aloof elf lady before him, who was now displaying an almost childish declaration of love, and something in his heart seemed to be touched.

He remained silent for a moment, then suddenly did something that Celia didn't expect.

He suddenly turned around, reached out, and pulled Celia into a tight embrace!
"Ugh!" Cerriel was caught off guard and bumped into his warm chest, her whole body stiffening.

She instinctively tried to struggle, pushing his chest away with her hands.

But it simply couldn't be pushed open.

Then Lord lowered his head and kissed her lips without saying a word.

This was a kiss unlike any other accident; it was a real kiss.

It carries an undeniable strength, as well as long-suppressed desires.

Celia's initial protests and struggles gradually weakened under the familiar aura.

Her hands gradually lost their strength and eventually fell down, even unconsciously clenching the front of his shirt.

Not far away, Vlamé watched this scene quietly.

The heartbreak and breakdown I had imagined did not come.

Her heart was surprisingly calm, so calm that it was almost frightening.

She watched the two embracing, saw Celie's almost submissive posture and the tenderness in Lord's eyes.

Everything was so clear, so perfectly matched.

She has no chance now.

Whether it was the crystal-clear boundary in Professor Lord's mind, or the insurmountable theory of lifespan that stood between them, both were like cold reality, isolating her ardent yet tender love from the outside.

She knew that her love, at this moment, was destined to be unrequited and unsuccessful.

but……

Vlame slowly lowered her head, her red hair falling down to conceal the turbulent emotions in her eyes.

it's OK.

She can wait.

She can give it a try.

Try to find that path that might allow you to have a long life like Teacher Celie, and be able to truly accompany Teacher Lord for a long time.

Thousands upon thousands of roads, even if they all lead to dead ends, no matter how difficult, how hopeless, or even if they don't exist at all.

But this attempt itself will become her new hope and her strongest motivation on her future path in magic.

Now, let me return to my role as an apprentice.

Then, just keep waiting.

She, Vlamé, is still young, with plenty of time and determination.

(End of this chapter)