Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 251 is already separated by a thick barrier.

Lord stood still for a moment, feeling the lingering warmth on his lips.

The thin veil between him and Celia was finally torn away, revealing the surging emotions that had accumulated over thousands of years.

But this did not make things simple; instead, it created a situation that required careful handling.

Especially for Vlamé.

He took a deep breath of the acrid air and looked in the direction where Vlamé had gone.

Although he was indeed impulsively led by Celie's words and did something driven by desire, Vlame's quiet departure naturally did not escape his notice.

That child... the way he looked as he left just now was a little heartbreaking.

But he knew that some things had to be said immediately, even if it hurt her.

"I hope Vlame won't do anything irrational."

Now that Lord had confirmed her feelings, Celia's slight resentment towards Vlame dissipated, replaced by her initial concern.

"Now you know how to care about her?" Lord glared at her.

"Hmm," knowing she was in the wrong, Celia didn't refute Lord. After a moment of silence, she said, "Actually, I did hold back back then, probably."

Celia realized that she had indeed held back earlier.

Otherwise, it would have absorbed and condensed all the light sources within a hundred meters radius and then released them again, just like it did a thousand years ago.

That was the truly world-destroying forbidden magic.

"I didn't see that coming. Never mind, Vlame shouldn't be that fragile. Remember to apologize to her."

“Apologize!?” Celia shook her head violently. “What kind of logic is it for a teacher to apologize to their student? Where would that leave my dignity?”

"Then forget it." After thinking about it, Lord gave up on the idea of ​​making Celia apologize.

The main concern is that this could further provoke Vlamé.

Following the scent, the two quickly found Vlame resting under Ella's care not far away.

Frillie leaned against the side, fiddling with the grass with a slightly bored expression. When she saw Lord and Celia approaching, she blinked her big eyes.

When Ella saw Lord, especially his teacher Celia behind him, she immediately stood up nervously, instinctively trying to stand in front of Vlamé, and opened her mouth as if to say something.

Lord shook his head slightly at her, indicating that she didn't need to say anything more.

His gaze fell on Vlamé, who was still resting with his eyes closed.

His face was still pale, but his breathing was much more steady.

Vlame's talent is not only reflected in his ability to learn and understand magic, but also in his extremely fast mana regeneration speed.

"Have you already taken the mana restoration potion?" Lord asked.

Ella always carries mana-restoring potions, so she should have taken them out and given them to Volamee as soon as she saw him looking so weak and exhausted.

“Yes, Lord Lord,” Ella nodded in reply.

Lord walked up to Vlamé, stopped, and deliberately made his expression serious, even with a hint of coldness that suggested a clear distance.

He needed to test the waters, to confirm whether, beneath the moment of calm that Vlamé had displayed after his persuasion, a more dangerous obsession was hidden.

He knew his apprentice well.

She is very stubborn. She won't give up easily.

“Volamei,” he said, his voice deliberately cold, devoid of much gentleness.

Vlame's eyelashes fluttered, and she slowly opened her eyes. Her red eyes looked at him, the intense emotions from not long ago seemingly gone, leaving them somewhat empty, yet perhaps too empty.

She looked at Lord, opened her mouth, and seemed to want to call out "Lord" with a hint of intimacy or even coquetry, just like before.

However, the words caught in his throat when he met Luo Defan's cold gaze.

She recalled the scene of Lord and Ms. Celie kissing earlier, and also noticed the distance they were deliberately maintaining.

In an instant, my mood also plummeted.

Her lips moved slightly, but in the end, all the intimate terms of address that she couldn't bring herself to say were swallowed back.

She lowered her eyes slightly and spoke clearly in an extremely calm, even deliberately distant, respectful tone:

“Professor Lord”.

Professor Lord.

No longer the bold Lord of before, but now with the incredibly formal title of "teacher," it seems as if we've returned to the very beginning.

Lord seemed to shiver.
He knew that a pitifully thick barrier had already separated him from Vlamé.

Vlamé's behavior was exactly what he wanted to see. Regardless of whether the other party was hiding his own obsession, when Vlamé showed this expression, Lord's heart still felt as if something had clenched it tightly.

This calm and reverence, almost like the silence of a broken heart, made his heart ache.

But he couldn't show it.

If he showed even the slightest emotion toward Vlamé, all his previous rejection would be for naught.

Lord's feigned stern expression almost crumbled. After a few seconds of silence, he managed to continue in a steady voice, "It seems you know you were wrong. I'm satisfied."

Vlamé certainly knew she was wrong, but she didn't know exactly where she went wrong.

"I hope I don't see what happened today happen again. Otherwise, I'll have to consider severing my master-disciple relationship with you."

Lord spoke harshly, clearly not wanting to see Vlame and Seria fight again.

His presence caused the once closest master and disciple in history to turn against each other, something he simply could not accept.

"I hope you can truly learn from this lesson and put your mind back on the right path of magic. Don't go astray again."

His words sounded like a standard teacher's admonition, dry and even somewhat high-sounding.

Vlame kept his head down and respectfully replied, "Yes, student knows his mistake. In the future, he will definitely concentrate on learning magic and will no longer disappoint Teacher Lord."

Every word she spoke was incredibly clear and obedient, yet it also revealed the sense of alienation that Lord hoped to see.

But for some reason, when he saw her lowered head, all the prepared probing words got stuck in his throat, and he couldn't utter a single word.

He suddenly realized that his feigned stern probing seemed somewhat ridiculous at this moment.

Lord finally managed to say dryly, "...Get some rest."

Then, almost hastily, he turned and left.

Selene stared at Volamey for a long time, during which Volamey never looked up.

"Get some rest." That was all Celia could say before catching up with Lord.

Given Celia's awkward personality, although she could properly express her concern for Vlame in front of Lord, she would hold it back in front of Vlame herself.

In the end, all I could do was dryly repeat Lord's words.

(End of this chapter)