Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 256 They are already husband and wife
That's how Lord started.

Instead of rushing to express his feelings, he first looked for a way to stay by the elf's side.

Fortunately, he found it.

This allows him to slowly penetrate Celie's heart over a long period of time, until she becomes accustomed to this love.

“Lord,” Celia suddenly spoke up, “we should be considered husband and wife, in human terms, right?”

Celia remembered the wedding she had witnessed earlier.

The bride and groom made their promise to stay together for life with a kiss.

And she had been kissed by this man many times during this period. In a way, could they be considered a couple?
"Theoretically, it's not quite there yet, since we haven't had a formal wedding ceremony."

"This is really troublesome."

Celia shook her head, showing no interest whatsoever in the wedding Lord had mentioned.

Not only did she have to wear a white outfit that made it difficult to move around, but she also had to invite a large number of people to watch. Celie felt uncomfortable just thinking about it.

More importantly, she couldn't afford to hire that many people.

Celia considered it in her mind and realized that it seemed to be just Ella and the other two. Besides, she didn't dare to invite the third one, fearing that the other party might do something irrational again.

Upon hearing this, Lord chuckled softly, the vibration of his body transmitted to Celia through their intertwined fingertips.

He knew, of course, that the elf lady had no interest in those tedious human rituals; in fact, in a sense, Celia was rather lazy.

I hate trouble and am usually too lazy to move around; I'm even a bit of a homebody.

Back then, they could stay in the forest for hundreds of years without ever stepping out, spending their days flipping through magic books or experimenting with new spells.

Such a monotonous life would have been unbearable for most people, but Celia was able to endure it for a thousand years.

However, this persistence was ultimately limited. Even Celia was starting to feel a bit bored until Lord proposed the Magic Association, which gave her a new goal.

“It is indeed troublesome,” he agreed, his fingers gently twirling a strand of her golden hair. “However, for us, those rituals are irrelevant.”

He lowered his head, forehead to forehead, gazing into her clear golden eyes: "In my heart, from a very, very long time ago, you have been my only partner. Whether or not there is that ceremony, it will not change that."

Celia looked back at him quietly, seemingly pondering his words.

For her, the concept is far more important than the form.

She recalled the long years she had spent with Lord, the moments they fought side by side and their unspoken understanding, their magical exchanges, and their recent escalating intimacy.
The connections built by all of this are far more profound than a noisy human wedding.

"Hmm." She finally responded softly, which was considered an acceptance of his statement.

For her, this was the final confirmation.

She thought for a moment, then added, "So, according to this logic, have we been... husband and wife for a long time?"

This statement made Lord chuckle.

“Yes.” He chuckled and patted her head. “It’s just that some slow-witted elf only realized it now.”

Celia frowned slightly, as if she wanted to refute that she wasn't slow-witted.

But after thinking it over carefully, she realized that it had taken her a very, very long time to roughly understand this feeling, so she swallowed her words back and just glared at him with some resentment.

Her slightly arrogant expression made Lord's heart flutter, and he couldn't resist wanting to kiss her, but Celia gently pressed her finger against his lips. "So," she looked at him, her eyes filled with pure curiosity, "now that we are husband and wife, according to human customs, what should we do next?"

Lord was taken aback by her sudden question, then chuckled.

What a waste of such a romantic atmosphere.

"Well..." he drawled, "Human couples do a lot of things. Actually, we do pretty much the same things every day. The only thing we don't do is probably having children?"

If it were any other human woman, she would have blushed with embarrassment upon hearing Lord's blunt statement.

But unfortunately, this is Celia.

Sure enough, Celia's brows furrowed even more, her face showing clear disapproval and even disgust.

"Reproducing? It feels like it would affect our exploration of magic, a completely unnecessary and troublesome step. Besides, theoretically, we shouldn't be able to have offspring together."

A human and an elf are destined to never have offspring.

This is the law of the world, a kind of natural law; different races cannot reproduce.

Her reaction was exactly what Lord had expected. “I know you’re not interested in this.” He paused, then reassured her, “We don’t need to follow any human steps. Just like now, together, doing what we both want to do, studying magic, building the guild, and dealing with future threats is enough. This is the way it is for the two of us.”

After listening, Celia pondered for a moment, seemingly finding the plan reasonable and feasible, and nodded: "Okay. That's settled then."

At least for now, she has no intention of having children.

For elves, the idea of ​​procreation may not exist for thousands of years. Although the Elven Kingdom has been advocating for this for the past millennium, the results have been minimal.

If the elves' views on reproduction could be changed so easily, the continent would have been overrun with elves long ago.

After all, it wouldn't be difficult for a race that is almost immortal and has certain talents to take over this continent.

Celia's response was simple and direct, but Lord was already quite satisfied.

This is his Celia.

No need for fancy vows or grand ceremonies; once you've made up your mind, it will exist in your life in an incomparably pure and unwavering way.

“However,” Celia suddenly spoke again, pointing to the sky, “you have to come with me to see the stars tonight. I heard there’s a meteor shower, the kind that only happens once every fifty years.”

Lord's heart stirred, and he said softly, "Okay. I will find the most suitable place, and I will accompany you to see it every fifty years from now on."

This is a promise belonging to the immortal race, a promise that only the immortal race can keep.

Celia looked at him without saying anything more, but took the initiative to reach out and wrap her arms around his waist, gently burying her face in the crook of his neck.

This is an action that clearly implies dependence.

Lord paused for a moment, then pulled his arms closer and hugged the elf tightly, feeling the real warmth beneath her cool aura.

Time is peaceful and the years are long.

For them, who have an endless future ahead of them, the title of husband and wife may not be as important as the warmth of embracing each other at this moment.

After all, being able to cross the long passage of time, finally enter the deepest part of each other's hearts, and decide to walk hand in hand from now on is already the grandest and most eternal ceremony.

(End of this chapter)