Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 252 Return to the Land of El
After leaving that forest, the group embarked on their journey again.

Target: The Land of El.

The atmosphere along the way was surprisingly calm, quite unlike the bustling atmosphere on the way there.

Although the excitement stemmed more from Vlamé's one-sided, passionate feelings.

Now, however, Vlamé is behaving unusually normally, even excessively so.

She would still ask Lord for advice on magical issues, discuss the confusion she encountered while learning magic, and also bring up her amazing ideas on fusing magic to discuss with Lord, with a respectful and serious attitude, completely returning to the state that an excellent disciple should be in.

The intimacy and dependence that once shone through, as well as the burning passion in those red eyes, have vanished without a trace.

She maintained the proper boundaries between teacher and student, and beneath that respect lay a suffocating sense of alienation.

She no longer tried to get too close to Lord, nor did she say or do anything that crossed the line, as if the earth-shattering confession and struggle had never happened.

This change made Lord, who was initially worried that she would get stuck on something, breathe a slight sigh of relief, but also felt a deeper unease.

Vlamé seemed to have buried all his emotions deep beneath that calm exterior, revealing none of them.

Lord did not intend to interfere too much in this matter.

To extinguish Vlame's thoughts, sometimes being ruthless was necessary. Besides, he wanted to deepen his relationship with the elf lady.

Since that kiss, Lord has completely cast aside all his worries and poured out his feelings.

At first, Celia seemed somewhat at a loss about how her feelings had been suddenly revealed.

She was used to the tacit understanding and companionship that had lasted for thousands of years, but now that this tacit understanding was mixed with a hint of love, she began to feel uncomfortable.

In some ways, this is a good thing.

This means that Miss Elf has begun to gradually understand and accept what love is.

So she began to study hard and respond to Lord's love.

Although her responses often seemed clumsy and awkward, she might simply accept Lord's care silently, or look back at him stiffly when he looked over, and occasionally, she might even cooperate with Lord by extending her hand and interlacing her fingers tightly together.

The intimate interactions between the two showed no intention of hiding anything from others.

For Ella and Freylen, two elves with relatively detached emotions, the impact of these actions was far less significant than it was for humans.

Ella was at most a little surprised, and then she would glance at Volamey.

Frilian, on the other hand, was simply curious, especially about the intimate little interactions between Lord and Celia, which she couldn't understand.

All of this was too jarring for Vlamé, so she would always lower her head or pretend to look into the distance, trying her best not to see these heartbreaking scenes.

But sometimes, after seeing it a lot, you gradually get used to it.

Her long red hair fell down, obscuring her eyes. No one knew what thoughts were churning within them, nor what she was thinking.

The journey continued in this subtle atmosphere.

Finally, they arrived in the Land of El once again.

After passing through the bustling streets, the group arrived once again at the central square of the city. The huge statue of the first king, Norn, still stood, silently watching the changes in the city, with only a little more moss growing on it.

"Is this the Holy King Norn?" Ella asked curiously.

This was her first time visiting the Land of El, one of the three most famous countries on the continent, and the ideal country in the hearts of all mankind.

“Hmm.” Lord nodded in response, a hint of reminiscence flashing in his eyes. “So many years have passed, and that guy’s statue is still quite well preserved.” “There must have been a mage constantly casting solidification magic, which is why the appearance hasn’t changed much,” Celia said, sensing a fluctuation of magic power emanating from the statue.

"By the way, why didn't Lady Celia and Lord Lord leave behind any statues?" Frilian asked curiously from the side.

Of the original heroes who saved the world, only King Norn left behind a statue; none of the others, not even the dwarf king Som.

Now, as a thousand years have passed, the legends of these heroes who saved the world have gradually been forgotten.

Saint Seirei.

Lord the Godslayer.

Saint King Norn.

King Som the Dwarf.

Eric the Sage.

Olivia of the Skywing Clan.

The names of the latter two have begun to be forgotten by history, and even the legendary Skywing Clan has become unknown. Only a few people know of their past glory and the eternal divine kingdom high in the sky.

“Because there was no time.” Lord shook his head. “Everything happened too hastily, especially after killing the god, the so-called hero team had already parted ways.”

Looking back, from the very beginning, from venturing deep into the dwarven ruins to being hunted by the gods, and then to engaging in a final battle with them, it all happened so fast.

They moved so fast that there was no time to catch their breath; they acted entirely on the will to save the world, so naturally there was no time to leave behind a statue.

"So, Frilian! If you ever go on an adventure, remember to leave behind plenty of statues!" Lord said with a knowing smile.

"Hmm, let's forget about it? It just feels a bit strange."

Frilian thought about it and felt that it was unnecessary. She didn't need a statue to prove that she had been here, after all, she was an elf.

The group arrived at the palace gates, and as expected, were stopped.

“See? This is the downside of not having a statue; nobody recognizes you.” Lord patted Celia’s head, then smiled at Frillie.

"Stop rambling!"

Seria slapped the claws off her head in an annoyed manner and unleashed her magic in a very forceful manner, directly dragging out the old mages in the palace.

When she and Lord made their brief stay in the Kingdom of El last time, only a small number of people saw them, including the most senior mages.

"Lady Celie!?" One of the mages who arrived at the door the fastest exclaimed in surprise after seeing Celie's face clearly.

"Where is that guy Fidel?" Celia asked bluntly, calling out the name of the current emperor of the Land of El.

She had absolutely no liking for the guy who could lose her ancestral holy sword.

Moreover, the other party's mind was controlled by Qi Bengxian, and none of the mages in the palace could detect it. Some of them were even affected by Qi Bengxian's mental magic.

How could the Land of El possibly improve under the control of such a horde of insects?

"Ahem, His Majesty the King is handling state affairs. Please follow me."

The mages exchanged glances and chose to ignore Celie's disrespectful tone.

There's no way. I can't afford to offend him.

(End of this chapter)