Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 315 Want a Daughter

Celiae paused for a moment, then instinctively retorted, "Completely resolve it? You want to wipe the demons off this continent? Impossible. The demons and monsters breed from the dark side of the world. As long as life exists on this land, they cannot disappear. This is the law of the world."

She believed that Lord wanted to carry out a complete ethnic cleansing.

But that's completely impossible.

The demons' history is even older than that of the elves. Moreover, we don't even know the conditions and methods under which they appeared, so how could we possibly eliminate them completely?
Lord shook his head. "No, not annihilation. I'm thinking... is it possible for demons to coexist peacefully with other races, such as humans, elves, and dwarves?"

“Peaceful coexistence?” Celia almost thought she had misheard. She looked at Lord in disbelief. “That’s even more impossible! Demons are born evil. Their nature is chaotic and wicked. Peaceful coexistence? That’s a complete fantasy!” Her tone was filled with strong denial.

Lord was not swayed by her denial. He patiently explained his point of view: "What you consider nature may not be unchangeable. In my opinion, the reason why demons are regarded as evil is that they lack an understanding of 'evil'."

They are incapable of understanding emotions like compassion, pity, and love; these fundamental moral foundations are a void for them. They act on instinct, destroying and killing everything in their path, without necessarily realizing the consequences of their actions on others.

“Elves don’t fully understand human emotions either,” Celia countered, recalling the initial awkwardness she felt when she first encountered Lord, “but we wouldn’t hurt them because of that.”

“It’s different, Celia. Elves have their own unique emotional system, but demons don’t. They do evil not out of choice, but because of their very existence, because they cannot comprehend the concept of harm.”

“Even so,” Celia still thought his idea was too far-fetched. “What do you plan to do? Don’t forget, demons eat people.”

Lord smiled. "Of course not now. Right now, if I encountered a demon, I would still kill it without hesitation. I'm talking about the future, perhaps hundreds or even thousands of years from now."

Once I fully grasp the formula for the composition of life, I plan to try studying the life formula of the demon race, to see if I can modify it slightly at its root. I'll try to enable them to understand various emotions, and when they can understand what pain and loss are, perhaps they will begin to understand what evil is, thereby suppressing their instinctive destructive desires.

Celia scoffed, her tone still full of skepticism: "That's too unrealistic. Leaving aside how long it would take, even if it succeeded, how can you guarantee they wouldn't use this method to become even more cunning?"

“Then we’ll need to observe and guide them for a longer period of time,” Lord accepted her assessment readily.

Unfortunately, the best research subject had already been killed by his own disciple. If he really wanted to conduct this experiment, Lord would have to go and find other demons.

Ideally, it would be a demon race that has undergone genetic mutation, but that's extremely rare.

"It's just a matter of taking more time. We have plenty of time, don't we? When that day really comes, perhaps the name 'Demon Race' should be changed... for example, 'Demon People'?" he said half-jokingly.

Celia did not answer, clearly still feeling that Lord's idea was unrealistic.

The topic seems to have come to an end.

Lord stood up, walked to the window, and stood beside Celia, gazing at the scenery outside.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly turned his head, his gaze falling on Celia's adorable little face, and casually posed a bombshell question:
"Speaking of which, Celia, do you want a daughter?"

"..."

Celia's body visibly stiffened.

Her eyes were wide open, filled with pure astonishment, as if she were completely unable to process the information she had just received.

"……what?"

She instinctively asked back, her voice several decibels lower than usual and trembling slightly.

Lord's smile deepened slightly as he watched her almost dazed reaction. Having successfully resolved the hidden dangers of the Southern Unified Empire, and especially after dispelling the shadow of death that loomed over Celie's future, he felt a long-lost sense of ease and pleasure.

This seemingly abrupt thought arose naturally under these circumstances.

"Humans and elves cannot reproduce."

Celia finally snapped out of her shock and tried to cover up her inner turmoil with the cold facts, but her slightly reddened ear tips betrayed her.

“I know.” Lord waved his hand. “I have other ways, it’s just a bit more troublesome. Don’t forget my talent.”

Although such a thing is a bit too outrageous, it is not entirely impossible for someone with creative talent to create a magic that allows people of different races to get pregnant.

Celia was silent.

She lowered her head, her hair falling down and obscuring her expression.

At this moment, her heart was in turmoil.

refuse?
She wanted to do this immediately, or rather, she had made it clear before that she didn't want children.

But... she swallowed the words back as they were about to come out.

A subtle emotion suddenly arose within her; she was unwilling to reject this man.

After a long while, she cautiously asked in a soft voice, "Why... do you suddenly want a child?"

Instead of giving a direct yes or no answer, she tried to find out the real reason behind his surprising offer.

Lord gazed at her lowered head, able to see her taut, pale neck and her small hands clenched tightly on her knees.

The smile on his face slowly faded, replaced by a more serious expression.

He reached out and naturally touched the tip of her ear.

An elf's ears can only be touched by the closest person, but most elves cannot understand what the closest person is, so naturally they become a part of the body that no one else can touch.

But this seemingly taboo action made Celia's body tremble, yet she did not dodge.

"There's no particular reason, it was probably just a whim. I thought it would be very interesting to have a little one with both of our blood flowing through their veins growing up by my side in the long future."

He didn't say anything sentimental like "perpetuating the family line," and that kind of thing was completely ineffective on an elf like Seria.

However, Lord also knew that she needed time to process this topic.

So he didn't ask any further questions, but simply lowered his hand and clasped the other person's fingers together, while simultaneously leaning forward to touch his forehead with theirs.

Celia neither withdrew her hand nor moved her head.

I was simply sensing the man's presence.

(End of this chapter)