Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 306 The Death of Solitaire
Deep within the Magic Association's tower, in an interrogation room filled with binding magic.

Solitaire was tightly bound to a cold chair by several magical chains.

These chains not only restricted her movements, but also constantly emitted a sacred aura, suppressing the magic within her and making it difficult for her to maintain her human illusion, thus revealing her true appearance.

Vlame stood in front of her, while Ella and Frilian stood a little further away, watching her warily.

In the previous battle, although Solitaire's desperate resistance caused them considerable trouble, fortunately, Vlame possessed various powerful magics given to her by Lord, and thus successfully defeated her.

If it weren't for Vlame's insistence on interrogating the other party, Ella would have already killed this demon.

"Ariel, or rather, Solitaire, is that your real name?" Vlame's voice broke the silence. "What is your purpose in disguising yourself and infiltrating the Magic Association?"

Solitaire looked up and forced a somewhat stiff smile: "Purpose? Didn't I already say, Lord Vlame? I just want to learn human magic. After all, your human magic system is quite interesting to me."

"Learn magic?" Vlame seemed to have heard the most ridiculous joke, his tone filled with disbelief. "The magic of the demon race originates from innate talent, and its profundity and power far exceed the current understanding of human magic."

If it weren't for Master Lord's analysis and improvement of some fundamentals a thousand years ago, making them universally applicable, humans would struggle even to get started. You, a high-ranking demon, would condescend to learn human magic? Do you even believe such a lie yourself?

Ella echoed coldly, "That's right! When did demons become so eager to learn? Tell me your true purpose. Is it related to the northern battlefield?"

Although Frillie didn't speak, she nodded vigorously.

How could there possibly be a demon in this world who is more studious than her?
Solitaire shrugged, her tone still carrying that infuriatingly casual tone: "Believe it or not, it's true. Human creativity can sometimes bring surprises, something I never get in the demon realm."

"Do you demons even understand what surprise is?" Volame sneered repeatedly.

“I am different from other demons, and besides, I consider myself a good demon.”

“Demons are demons, there’s no such thing as good or bad!” Frilian retorted immediately.

In her view, the demon race, being such cunning and evil beings, had no concept of kindness whatsoever.

After all, their evil is ingrained in their very bones.

"There's nothing I can do if you don't believe me, but I have never intentionally killed a human, ah! Nor an elf."

Upon hearing Solitaire's words, Vlame frowned; she was actually more concerned about something else.

"Besides, look at me, I maintain my disguise magic every day, and I look like a harmless demon. How could I be the evil being you're talking about?" Solitaire said with a grin.

Ella was also a little confused about this.

She had never seen a demon with such a rich array of expressions. Compared to the demon, her own understanding of human emotions seemed inadequate.

"How long have you been alive, you idiot?"

"Seven or eight hundred years, I can't remember exactly."

Solitaire considered herself quite strong, ranking among the top five even in the entire demon race.

After all, the demons of the mythical era were wiped out several times by the god-slayer Lord, and basically none of them survived. The slightly stronger demons now are all demons that were born after the end of the mythical era.

At Solitaire's age, she is already considered an elder among these demons.

"Seven or eight hundred years, huh? Tsk, longevity is truly enviable," Vlame murmured to himself.

The immortality she painstakingly pursued was a piece of cake for these immortal beings.

"There's no need to be envious, Lord Vlame. Haven't you already mastered the method to become an immortal being?"

Upon hearing Solitaire's words, Vlame's heart tightened, but he remained outwardly calm.

She couldn't let Ella and Frilian pay too much attention to Carlo and the magic of immortality, especially in front of this demon.

She hesitated for a moment, then turned to Ella and Freya and said, "Ella, Freya, you two go and check the inside of the association first to make sure there are no other demons. Leave this to me."

Ella looked at Vlame with some doubt, but nodded and said, "Okay, let's go now."

Frilian glanced thoughtfully at Vlame and Solitaire, then followed Ella out of the interrogation room without asking any further questions.

After that, only Vlame and Solitaire remained in the room.

Solitaire chuckled softly, "Heh heh, it seems our esteemed Lord Vlame has some little secrets he doesn't want others to know. Is he in such a hurry to get rid of them?"

Vlame walked up to Solitaire, looking down at her and bypassing her probing questions to get straight to the point: "Now, answer me! What did you say to Carlo? And what did you do?"

"What about Carlo?" Solitaire tilted her head, pretending to think. "I didn't say anything. I just helped him improve his immortality magic as a kind-hearted mage. Oh, and I gave him a little suggestion: to change the experimental materials from weak humans to the more vibrant demon brethren."

After all, it's about making the best use of resources, and when dealing with demons, no method is too much, right? Even he himself agreed with this idea.

"What is your purpose in doing this?!" Vlame's voice was filled with suppressed anger. "Do you know how much risk and uncertainty this involves? What are you plotting by encouraging Carlo to do this?!"

"Purpose?" Solitaire laughed, a laugh tinged with inhuman malice. "Just out of interest. I simply want to see what kind of risks are involved, nothing more."

She paused, looking at Vlamé with a mocking gaze: "Besides, in a sense, I'm helping you, Lord Vlamé. Aren't you also concerned about that magic? I've helped you advance the research process, you should be thanking me. So how about letting me go for this reason? I would be very grateful."

"Nonsense!" Vlame shouted angrily. "I would never use such evil methods. Your actions will only lead Carlo down an unimaginable abyss."

“Evil?” Solitaire scoffed. “When it comes to acquiring power, there’s no such thing as absolute justice or evil. As for what Carlo will become, I have no idea. Think what you want, anyway, everything I’ve said is the truth.”

Vlame stared intently at Solitaire, trying to find a trace of a lie in her eyes.

But the other woman's frank gaze made Vlame realize that what this demon said was likely her true thought; she was only helping Carlo advance the research on this magic out of interest.

This sent a chill down Vlame's spine.

But at this moment, she was more worried about Carlo's current situation than any of these things.

That immortality magic is extremely dangerous in itself, and when combined with the unknown variable of the demon race's life force, the future is completely unpredictable.

Moreover, some of the magical runes he gave Carlo were derived from the sacred magical canon.

Neither the recreated immortality magic itself, nor the original runes interspersed within it, are things that must never be revealed.

If this information falls into the wrong hands or gets out of control during the research, the consequences could be disastrous. We must find Carlo as soon as possible and find out what's going on.

Vlame took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anxiety and unease in his heart.

She looked at the demon she had captured. Although she wanted to kill her with one blow, she was also worried that the other party might have some deeper plans that she had not fully revealed.

Why don't we hand Solitaire over to Professor Lord? He'll be back soon anyway.

But the thought was quickly replaced by an even stronger fear.

Because once Solitaire is handed over to him, he will absolutely be unable to hide the fact that he secretly promoted the research on immortality magic and even provided sacred original runes.

How will my teacher view me then? Disappointed or disgusted?
Vlamé couldn't even imagine what kind of look he would get.

Everything she did, her obsession with immortality, ultimately stemmed from the desire to stay by her teacher's side for as long as possible.
If she is disliked by her teacher because of this, then what is the point of all her efforts and struggles?
Solitaire must never be handed over to Master Lord.

She spoke slowly, her voice lowering: "Solitaire, how about we make a deal?"

"A deal?" A hint of surprise flashed in Solitaire's eyes, which then turned into interest. "If you can let me leave, everything is negotiable. I can even tell you about the Demon King's affairs."

“Letting you leave is impossible,” Vlame said firmly. “You are too dangerous, and Professor Lord is handling things with the Demon King; I don’t care.”

“Then what other good deals are there?” Solitaire pouted.

Vlame stared intently into her eyes and said, word by word, "The terms of the deal are: if you promise not to mention anything about immortality magic or anything related to Carlo to Professor Lord, I can assure you that I will do my best to plead with Professor Lord to spare your life and seal you away instead."

“A seal?!” Solitaire was taken aback at first, then burst into laughter as if she had heard the biggest joke in the world. “Hahahaha! Vlame, what kind of idiot are you?”

The seal placed by the god-slayer Lord himself is likely unbreakable in this world. What difference is there between this and utter annihilation? I fear I will never see the light of day again, not even at the ends of the earth!

Solitaire was indeed afraid of death, but she could not accept a way that was even more painful than death.

After she finished laughing, she carefully examined the ugly expression on Vlame's face and a smile crept onto her lips.

“Wait… I think I understand now.” Solitaire deliberately dragged out her words. “You’re so nervous, resorting to this kind of condition to silence me, trying every possible way to keep it a secret. It seems you really don’t want that Lord to know about the magic of immortality, do you?”
Especially... he didn't want him to know that his good disciple, Vlame, not only secretly promoted the research of this forbidden magic, but also provided key magical runes, right?

Your pursuit of the secret of immortality... seems to be something you don't want your beloved teacher to know?

Solitaire's words caused Vlame's body to stiffen almost imperceptibly. Although she tried her best to control herself, the fleeting panic in her eyes was still accurately caught by the other party.

"Looks like I guessed right. It turns out there's more than one fool who wants immortality!"

Upon hearing Solitaire's words, Vlame clenched her fists, staring intently at Solitaire, her killing intent surging within her.

It seems that the deal is not going to work.

Since that's the case... then let this guy just disappear completely.

kill her.

Right here, right now.

Then, he immediately set off for the northern battlefield to find Carlo, who had already gone there.

Before he causes greater harm or reveals more secrets, deal with the magic of immortality and all related records together.

Of course, it wasn't about killing Carlo, but rather using the memory magic created by Master Lord.

Although I'm not very skilled at this magic, I can still erase parts of a person's memories.

In this way, everything will be perfectly covered up.

Solitaire is dead, the magic is gone, Carlo has forgotten everything, and all the clues have been completely cut off.

Even if Professor Lord later discovers some clues, there's no way to prove it now, and everything is already set in stone.

Time will wash everything away.

The more she thought about it, the more feasible it seemed, and her heart began to pound. A chilling killing intent arose within her, quickly overwhelming her previous hesitation.

Her eyes changed.

Blue magic began to gather silently around her, no longer for intimidation or confinement, but with a pure killing intent.

Solitaire keenly sensed the change in Volameh's aura.

It was no longer the anger of having one's secret exposed, but a more dangerous shift.

The smile on her face froze instantly.

I think I went too far and made someone angry.

She tried to struggle, but the oppressive force of the sacred chains made her movements seem utterly powerless.

Vlame slowly raised his right hand, and the magic circle in his palm began to operate.

"The Holy Spear".

Vlame whispered the name of the magic.

This is an attack spell specifically designed to target demons. Once it hits, even a powerful demon like Solitaire will be instantly annihilated without leaving a trace.

"Are you insane?!" Solitaire finally revealed her shock. "Kill me? Right here? Volame, don't you want to know what I did to Carlo? And how are you going to explain this to your teacher, Lord?"

“It doesn’t matter anymore, and besides, didn’t you already say so?” Vlame laughed. “Besides, a low-ranking demon who infiltrated the association tried to resist during interrogation and was killed on the spot by me. That explanation is enough.”

Without further hesitation, Vlamed moved his arm slightly, and the light gun flew out of his hand!

Solitaire's eyes widened. Bound and with virtually no chance of resistance, she was pierced through the body by the light gun.

Moreover, the beam of light struck the stone wall behind her, creating a loud explosion.

(End of this chapter)