Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 260 A Touch of Care from the Elf

On the middle level of the Magic Association Tower, there is a public area for mages to rest and socialize.

A little further up is the residence of Celie and her disciples. The entrance is protected by a barrier, so ordinary people, or even mages, cannot go up there.

The area was quiet at the moment, and no magicians could be seen.

Just then, Ella came over with a pot of freshly brewed herbal tea and gently placed it on a small round table.

Frillie followed behind her, carrying a paper bag full of various snacks; clearly, the two had just returned from shopping at the market.

"Frilian, you have cookie crumbs stuck to your lips."

Ella watched as Frillie devoured a cookie, then helplessly pulled out a handkerchief, tied it up, and wiped the cookie crumbs from the corner of Frillie's mouth, while also pouring her a cup of hot tea.

According to Frilian, she was only about a hundred years old, and in Ella's eyes, she was just a little sister who needed to be taken care of.

Although elves don't have a clear concept of kinship like humans, Ella felt that she was different from ordinary elves.

After all, Lord Lord was like a second teacher to me, and he had taught me a lot about human emotions.

Although she doesn't fully understand it yet, Ella has already begun to learn slowly.

"Mmm," Frilian mumbled in response, obediently raising her little face, seemingly enjoying the feeling of being taken care of.

At this moment, Vlame also came down the stairs from the side.

She seemed to have just finished a long period of research; her face showed a hint of fatigue, but her eyes were still clear.

When she saw Ella and Frilian, she paused for a moment, then walked over to them.

"Mr. Volamey!" Frillian swallowed the pastry in her mouth, greeted him casually, and even took out a piece of cake from the paper bag and handed it to Volamey, "This is for you."

Vlamé paused slightly, looking into Frilian's pure, emotionless eyes, and suddenly felt a pang of envy for her.

She took the cake and forced a smile: "Okay. You just came back from the market?"

"Mmm." Frillie had a piece of cake in her mouth. "The food here is delicious."

"Please have a seat, Vlame," Ella said, pouring her tea. "You look tired. Did you go to the library to study magic again?"

During this time, Vlame often went downstairs to the library to study magic, and each time he would stay there for a whole day.

Ella had asked him what kind of magic he was researching, to see if she could help, but Vlame didn't seem to have any intention of telling her.

Over time, they had no choice but to give up the idea of ​​helping.

Vlame sat down in the chair next to them and shook her head gently: "It's alright, it's just that I'm looking up some rather difficult ancient magic books, which is a bit mentally taxing."

She took a small bite of the cake, the sweet taste melting on her tongue, which relaxed her tense nerves a little.

Not wanting to delve into her actual research, she steered the conversation away, asking, "This cake was really delicious today. Where did you buy it?"

“Right?” Frilian immediately spoke up, opening the paper bag as if presenting a treasure to Vlame. Inside, there was a dazzling array of cookies and pastries. “This is a newly opened shop. If you would like to try some, Teacher, I have other flavors here as well.”

"No need, this piece is enough." Vlame quickly declined Frilian's offer.

Although the child was several generations older than him, in Vlame's eyes, Frilian was just like a human little girl.

Not understanding or knowing about emotions, they retain a touch of innocence in everything they do.

very nice.

Ella chimed in, "Yeah, she almost emptied the entire counter. If I hadn't stopped her, she probably would have bought the oven for baking pastries too."

His tone carried a hint of indulgence and amusement at Frillie's childlike behavior.

Frillie tilted her head, seemingly seriously considering the feasibility of the oven: "I was thinking that if we bought the oven, we could enjoy such delicious desserts without having to go out."

“How could that be?” Vlame couldn’t help but retort, looking at Frillie’s serious expression.

Being with Frillie always makes you feel better without you even realizing it, as if she has a wonderful power that can make people relax.

“Teacher,” Frilian suddenly remembered something, took out a small packet wrapped in oil paper from her pocket and handed it to Volamey, “I bought these candies at the market. Although the taste may be a little different from the ones in the village, they are still very delicious.”

This bag of candy was clearly something Frillie had specifically sought out.

Could it be that this child has been going to the market a lot lately, buying a lot of food each time, just to find candies that taste similar to those from her hometown?
Vlamour remembered that when she first saw Ms. Celie and Ms. Lord kissing, Frillie gave her candy to comfort her.

I never expected that this child would remember it so well.

A warm feeling welled up in Vlamé's heart. He took the candy and said softly, "Thank you, Frilian."

"You're welcome."

Ella watched this scene and smiled, "Frilian really likes you. It seems that Lord Lord made the right choice in letting Frilian become your apprentice."

Vlamé lowered his head, looking at the bag of candy in his hand, his heart filled with mixed feelings.

The elf's affection was so pure that it made him feel a little guilty about the hidden, perhaps less honorable, obsession deep in his heart.

A brief silence fell between the three of them, broken only by the soft sounds of Frillie taking small bites of her snack.

After a while, Frillie seemed to have finally eaten her fill, and contentedly picked up her teacup, sipping her tea.

She swung her legs, her gaze fixed on Vlamé, and suddenly asked out of the blue:
"Teacher, are you unhappy?"

Both Vlamé and Ella were taken aback.

Ella quickly looked at Frillie: "Frillie, what are you saying?"

Frillie blinked, still looking at Vlame, and said with certainty, "But the flow of magic has changed."

It used to flow in a regular pattern, but now it's completely chaotic and disorderly.

Elves' senses are sometimes more acute than one can imagine.

Especially for an elf like Frilian, who is detached from emotions, she may not be able to understand human emotions, but she can intuitively perceive the invisible magical aura emanating from emotional fluctuations.

Vlamé was completely stunned.

She never expected that the emotions she had tried so hard to hide would be brought out by Frilian in such a way.

She opened her mouth to refute, but for a moment she didn't know how to answer.

Ella looked at Vlame with concern.

She had noticed Vlamé's change long ago, but she hadn't been able to find a suitable opportunity to ask him.

Vlame was silent for a moment, then forced a smile and gently stroked Frilian's soft hair: "Frilian is mistaken. I'm not unhappy, I'm just a little tired from spending too much time on my research lately."

Frillie looked at her intently for a while, her brows furrowing as if she didn't quite believe it, but she finally nodded: "Then, you need to rest more."

"Well, I will."

Ella looked at Volame and said in as gentle a tone as possible, "Yes, if you have any difficulties, you can tell us. After all, we are all disciples of Teacher Celie."

Looking into the pure gazes of the two, Vlamé felt the taut string in his heart loosen slightly.

Although she couldn't reveal the real secret, the care from the elves still made her feel much better.

"I understand, thank you."

(End of this chapter)