Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 275 The So-Called Night Off
On the top floor of the Magic Association Tower, in Seria's private chair.

Behind her were magic books piled up like a small mountain. Because the materials used were all of the highest quality, they did not have any rotten smell, but instead had a faint fragrance.

Celia sat cross-legged on the large chair, one hand supporting her chin, her knee pressed against her thigh, and an open magic book resting on her lap.

But at this moment, the elf's attention was not on the magic book at all.

Her brows furrowed slightly as she looked out the window. The sun was setting, casting an orange glow across the sky—a scene as familiar as ever.

But her mood was not as calm as usual.

It's been a whole week.

That guy disappeared for another whole week.

Lord.

To put it in human terms, her husband is an enigmatic man who has been appearing and disappearing mysteriously lately.

Moreover, these disappearances are occurring more and more frequently, and for longer and longer periods of time.

Each time he returned, his magic power was greatly depleted, and he even carried a trace of teleportation magic. His eyes were also very tired.

In the past, he would occasionally leave, either to run errands for himself or to handle other matters, but he never stayed for more than a day, and he never stayed out all night.

Yes! In human terms, it's staying out all night!

Celia is now living with Lord.

They would sleep in the same bed, and every night the man would hug her like a pillow, even poking her.

At first, Celia wasn't used to it, but as she slept with it more and more often, she got used to having this comforting scent by her side.

But lately, I'm alone again.

This made the elf very unhappy, and it was definitely not because she felt lonely or anything like that.

At the same time, a strange unease quietly welled up in her heart.

That guy has been disappearing lately. Is it because of the increasingly tense situation in the north? Or is it because of that prophecy about his future?

She continued to prop her head up, waiting for the man to return.

When the door to the room was gently pushed open and Lord walked in under the moonlight, he saw Celia sitting in a chair, her golden eyes quietly watching him, as if she had been waiting for a long time.

"You're back?" Her voice was emotionless, as calm as ever.

"Hmm," Lord responded, instinctively wanting to go back to his room. "I'm a little tired, I'll go organize my notes first..."

“Lord,” Celia suddenly called out to him.

Lord stopped in his tracks.

He turned around, forcing a relaxed smile. "What's wrong, Celia? Does the association have some trouble that needs to be dealt with?"

“You’ve been disappearing quite often lately.” Celia didn’t respond to his question, looking directly into his eyes. “It’s been another week since I last saw you. Where have you been?”

"Uh... it's just some old personal matters that need to be dealt with." Lord tried to be vague, subconsciously avoiding her gaze. "You know, Norn is unreliable, there are always some legacy issues."

Celia didn't speak, but just looked at him quietly, but her calm gaze was more oppressive than any interrogation.

Lord's smile gradually faded.

He knew Celia; she usually seemed indifferent to many things, but once she got serious, any pretense or lie was meaningless. He sighed; he had planned to inform the elf lady when he had news, but it seemed he would have to do it sooner.

“Okay…” He rubbed his temples, walked to the armrest of Celia’s chair and sat down. He was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about where to begin.

Celia waited patiently without urging him.

"I'm looking for something, or rather, a sword."

"sword?"

“Yes. The legendary sword of the hero, Esterian,” Lord explained slowly.

Seria nodded. She knew the name; there were scattered records of him in the ancient elven texts.

It is said that it was a divine artifact forged by the gods, or rather, the will of the world, long before the demonic calamity descended, and it is a true sword of salvation.

However, its existence is too ethereal and elusive, and no race has ever possessed it; it is more like a symbolic legend.

"Why are you suddenly looking for it?" Celia realized that things were not so simple.

Lord took a deep breath: "My research on the nature of life magic is progressing much slower than expected."

At the current pace, it would probably take at least another hundred years of research before we could even touch upon its core mysteries.

After all, it is magic related to gods. Even with Lord's talent for creating magic, it would take him nearly a hundred years to completely break this magic.

His tone carried a hint of anxiety: "If it were before, I would have had plenty of time. Reincarnation magic could have allowed me to continue my research until the day I succeeded, but things are different now."

His gaze fell on Celia. "A new Demon King has appeared, and that prophecy..."

I cannot pretend it doesn't exist.

The thought of that possibility makes it impossible for me to sit here peacefully and wait for hundreds of years to slowly pass.

“So you need power, right now.” Celia understood his intention. “You want to rely on external means? Do you think Estrian can fight that demon king?”

“It’s not entirely about confrontation.” Lord shook his head. “What I want to do more is seal, to completely seal away that terrifying, catastrophic, corrosive divine power within her.”

With just Org, Athos, and the Light of El, we might be able to do this, but I want to be more sure of things, so I'm going to add Esterian's power as well.

"Using the power of the four holy swords to construct a large sealing magic circle to completely seal that demon king is the fastest solution I can think of right now."

Celia looked at Lord and understood everything.

It turns out that he had been traveling and taking risks for this matter all this time.

Not for himself, but to deal with the impending threat, and even more so for... that future of her death.

The slight displeasure she felt from being kept in the dark vanished instantly, replaced by a complex mix of emotions.

She let out a soft breath, breaking the silence.

“I understand.” Celia nodded, her voice softening. “I’ll help too. There might be some truth to the legends of Esterian among the elves; I can go and investigate.”

"Don't go over there, let Ella go. Using teleportation magic won't take too much time," Lord quickly said.

"..." Celia knew Lord was worried that her going out would make the future come true. She wanted to argue further, but gave up. "Alright."

Let's go with this man.

(End of this chapter)