Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 276 The Elf Girl's Pouting

Lord had not yet told Celia about heading south.

As he pushed open the door, a familiar scent wafted in, mixed with a faint fragrance that belonged to Celia, which eased his tense nerves a little.

This time, Celia didn't sit in her large chair. Instead, she lay on a small sofa in the corner, swinging her little feet as she flipped through a magic book in front of her.

Hearing the door open, she didn't turn her head, but simply asked, "Did you finish talking to that guy Fidel? What trouble did he run into this time?"

Although Lord has rarely stayed out all night since the last time, he has gone to the palace to discuss matters with Fidel on several occasions.

This made Celie very curious.

Lord sat down on the sofa next to her, rubbed his temples, and briefly recounted Fidel's concerns about the unusual resource mobilization of the Southern Unified Empire.

"...So, Fidel suspects that the Southern Emperor Leggett might be forging some kind of terrifying weapon, or even something like the Holy Sword."

After Lord finished speaking, he looked at Celia.

Celia finally turned around, a hint of indifference on her pretty face: "The Holy Sword? Ha, humans always like to place their hopes on legendary weapons."

Moreover, the existence of the Light of Elsword is a miracle in itself. Although the Dwarf Master is powerful, replicating this miracle is no easy task.

What's needed isn't just materials and technology, but also a certain opportunity, or rather, a force involving laws.

She shook her head, clearly not believing the speculation.

“But such a large-scale transfer of resources is indeed unusual,” Lord admitted. “The ambitions of the emperor of the Southern Unified Empire should not be underestimated.”

“So what?” Celia sat up, walked to the table, picked up a new mage assessment report, and said indifferently, “All empires in the world are the same, rising and falling, it’s just a matter of time.”

Whatever that southern empire wants to do is their own business and has nothing to do with us.

She glanced at Lord, with a hint of elven indifference: "Besides, the association has just received a new batch of mages, including an elf whose talent is quite remarkable. I plan to personally mentor her."

There was simply no energy left to care what new tricks the human emperor was up to.

Lord was not surprised by her reaction.

Seria's focus has always been solely on magic itself and those she deems worthy. She has no interest in worldly power games and is too lazy to get involved.

Moreover, in Celia's view, she and Lord had already saved the world once a thousand years ago, and now it was time for them to retire gracefully.

If it weren't for the sudden appearance of that new Demon King, and his connection to the Land of Fallen Gods, Celie wouldn't have been willing to let Lord get involved in this matter.

A world where you and Lord have to solve every crisis is better off being destroyed sooner rather than later.

However, Celia suddenly changed the subject, as if she had remembered something: "Speaking of which, something interesting has actually happened up north."

"Volame and Ella mentioned to me a few days ago that the demons seem to have started a large-scale offensive again, and their offensive is very fierce; they've already destroyed several border cities."

Lord's heart sank slightly; he had heard about this from Fidel as well.

Sure enough, the scene began to overlap with the vision he had predicted in his dream.

"Ella seems to be thinking about going to the front lines," Celia said with a hint of amusement. "With her strength, she shouldn't have any problem protecting herself, and she should be able to handle those so-called Seven Sages of the Fallen. As for Volame..."

She paused, slightly puzzled, and said, "She has absolutely no interest in that, and has even been coming to me frequently lately to discuss the field of fusion magic."

It must be said that although this field is dangerous and unpredictable, it is indeed very attractive.

She picked up a draft from the table, which contained records left by Vlame about the various energy disturbances that would occur when different types of magic were forcibly fused together.

"Even I have to admit that this is a completely new way of thinking that breaks away from traditional magical thinking."

However…” she gave a soft hum, “the magic I possess already stands at the pinnacle of the mortal realm; I don’t need to pursue power through such risky means.”

“Divine Strike, is it?” Lord clearly knew what Seria was referring to. “Indeed, I’m afraid no matter how much future mages research it, they will never find an attack spell more powerful than Divine Strike.”

Celia nodded in agreement.

Regarding divine strike magic, they are the only beings in the world who can fully understand its mysteries.

There are three versions of Divine Strike Magic, and what Celia is talking about is the third version, a personal, small-scale Divine Strike Magic.

The first version was the original divine strike magic of the Skywing Clan, and it was also the most powerful attack magic in history, which has not been surpassed to this day.

Unfortunately, this magic is practically lost. Only two people know the original version of the Divine Strike: Lord and Olivia, who lives in the High Heavens. They are far from meeting the conditions for its release.

Moreover, Lord is not a Skywing, and he cannot achieve the same seamless coordination with Olivia as in the original Divine Strike Magic.

The second version is the pseudo-divine strike that Lord used against the Allied Forces back then. It was a strike that gathered the power of all the mages in the Allied Forces and then released with the help of the power of holy swords such as the Light of El.

The final version is the single-person divine strike magic that Lord and Celia possess, which is also a type that Lord improved and created from divine strike magic.

Although its power is far less than the previous two versions, it can still be considered a forbidden spell.

With such powerful magic at her disposal, Celia naturally didn't need to delve into the dangerous realm of fusion magic.

"What did Frillian say? Does she also want to go to the northern front?"

The two returned to their original topic.

“She’s too weak. I told her that if she dares to go, she’s not allowed to set foot in the Magic Association for a thousand years.”

Lord's lips twitched slightly.

Isn't the timing of this line a bit off?
Besides, Celie could have just said she was worried about Frillie's safety, instead of resorting to such a haughty and coquettish approach.

The invasion of the northern demons and the unrest in the southern empire—all these events happening simultaneously caused Lord to sigh.

He really didn't want Ella and Frilian to go on an adventure in the north, especially Frilian, who was far from strong enough.

Although Fidel stated that the situation was temporarily under control and that he had sent messages to the human kingdoms, dwarf kingdoms, and elven kingdoms, and that all countries had responded with support, the Southern Unified Empire, the strongest human empire, was the only one that had not yet responded.

The Empire's actions were like a thorn in Lord's side, preventing him from feeling completely at ease.

“It seems I still have to make a trip to the Southern Empire myself.” He made his decision. “Fidel’s concerns are not unfounded. I must find out what they are planning.”

If it were just a routine replacement of military equipment, that would be fine, but if it were…

He didn't finish his sentence, but Celia already understood what he meant.

If the Southern Unified Empire is indeed building some terrifying weapon capable of overturning the balance of power, then we cannot stand idly by.

In Lord's view, it was like the atomic bomb in his previous life. Rather than having all countries possess such a weapon of mass destruction and maintain a fragile balance, he preferred that none of the countries possess it.

Even if you have them, you must keep them in your own hands, or impose certain restrictions on their use.

Just like Elsword.

"You're going?" Celia raised an eyebrow. "In what capacity? As the Godslayer Lord? Or as my disciple? They won't even bother with you if you're just an ordinary person." When Celia said "my disciple," a smile involuntarily crept onto her lips.

Lord glanced at her helplessly.

He strongly suspected that Celia's obsession with this identity was purely out of a desire to take advantage of him.

But he has no evidence.

“I’m considering it,” Lord replied truthfully. “Appearing under my original name isn’t out of the question, but I’ll probably have to fight first and knock down all those mages who doubt me.”

If he were to appear before the human race directly as Lord the Godslayer, it would likely cause an immediate shock throughout the world.

“If it were as your disciple…” he pondered, “that would be possible, but it might not carry enough weight to attract Leggett’s attention and wouldn’t have the desired deterrent effect.”

"Of course, I'll use my disciple's identity!"

Celia answered without hesitation, almost rushing to answer, puffing out her chest, her golden eyes gleaming with undisguised smugness.

That little thought that one day you'll have to call me Teacher Celie was practically written all over his face.

Lord looked at her somewhat childish appearance and was momentarily at a loss for how to react.

Forget it, as long as she is happy.

It's just a title; he no longer cares about such empty honors.

"Whatever you want," Lord finally relented.

However, no sooner had he finished speaking than Celia dropped a bombshell: "Since you're going, I'll go with you."

"No!" Lord refused without hesitation, his tone more resolute than ever before.

The prophecy about her death haunted him like a nightmare. How could he possibly let her leave the relatively safe Magic Association and voluntarily step into the heart of the Southern Unified Empire, where unknown dangers might lurk?

“Why not?” Celia seemed to have anticipated his reaction and was not annoyed. Instead, she patted the Atos at her waist. “I have it. It can deploy the strongest protective barrier at any time.”

"Almost no magic in the world can harm me, and besides..." She slightly raised her chin, "Who do you think I am? I'm Celia! Do you need to protect me like a child?"

“This isn’t a matter of strength!” Lord frowned. “Selie, the situation there is unclear. We know nothing about Leggett’s secret plans. What if it’s a targeted trap…”

“That’s why we should go together,” Celia interrupted him. “We can look out for each other.”

Lord shook his head again, his attitude resolute: "No, it's too risky. I absolutely cannot let you..."

His words stopped abruptly.

Because Celia suddenly approached without warning, tiptoed, and her soft, slightly cool lips quickly pressed against his.

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

Lord was stunned, completely unprepared for the elf lady's sudden attack.

His nostrils were filled with her cool, refreshing scent, and he felt the soft touch on his lips. They had kissed many times before, but only this time and during the night raid had Celie taken the initiative to kiss him like this.

They parted after just one touch.

Celia took a half step back, a fleeting blush crossing her fair cheeks, but her eyes shone brightly as she stared straight at him.

Then, she did something that almost stopped Lord's heart.

She tilted her head slightly, took Lord's small hand, and used a posture he had never seen before. Even her voice was much softer, and even contained a hint of unbelievable coquetry.

"Lord... I want to go."

boom!
Lord felt his reason and all his resolve crumble completely in the face of that soft whisper and that unexpected kiss.

He even felt like he was hallucinating, but the warm touch on his palm told him that what was happening was not a hallucination.

My little fairy sister can even act cute now!
Although he didn't know where Celie had learned it from, perhaps even from a romance novel, Lord felt a lump in his throat for some reason.

It’s not easy!

Celia's smile deepened as she looked at Lord's current state.

She knew she had won; this man would definitely agree to her request. Sure enough, Ella hadn't lied to her.

I just don't know where she learned all this. Next time, I can let her learn more so she can teach me.

"Why?" Lord finally spoke after a while, his tone no longer as resolute as before. "Why do we have to go together?" He tried to regain his stance.

When Celia saw him ask this, she knew he had softened, so she immediately pressed her advantage and switched back to her usual tone: "I heard that the royal library of the Southern Unified Empire has collected and integrated many magic books from various countries during this period, including many treasures that even the Kingdom of El doesn't have."

She paused, then her tone instantly became assertive: "As a mage who does it out of interest, isn't it normal to borrow books to enrich the association's collection?"

Lord knew perfectly well that the elf lady was probably not planning to return the book she was borrowing.

But this reason is indeed irrefutable and can further enrich the Magic Association's library.

Moreover, with me by her side, I can protect her.

Lord's defenses have further weakened.

Perhaps... this is actually an opportunity?
An opportunity to get up close to Celie and see if that future of death is connected to the Southern Empire.
But the risks remain.

He must be fully prepared.

“…Okay.” Lord finally managed to utter those two words.

He took a deep breath, his gaze turning serious again. "But you must promise me that you will never leave my sight. And before we set off, I need to make some preparations."

“No problem,” Celia readily agreed.

Anyway, she and Lord wouldn't be able to separate after they went to the unified empire in the south, so this small request was a piece of cake for her.

"How long will it take? I'm thinking of handing that elven mage over to Ella and the others for instruction."

In Celia's plan, if Lord had enough time to prepare, she would personally teach that talented elven mage.

If it's short, I'll leave it to Ella and Vlame for now, and then teach them myself when I get back.

"About a week, mainly because I plan to bring Elsword and Org with me."

"That's quite a careful approach."

Celia nodded without saying anything.

(End of this chapter)