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Chapter 216, Part 215: A Major Crisis! Celia's Disciples Attack!

Time passed silently, and before we knew it, it was the next day.

Without any delay, Gu Yuan began his operation as dawn broke, and his figure quickly disappeared at the end of the intricate road.

For safety and to see her daughter as soon as possible, Wilmae could only suppress her disappointment and unease, staying in the stone chamber, eating dry rations while waiting for Gu Yuan's return, which she didn't know when.

The wait suddenly felt quite long because of someone's departure.

Meanwhile, outside the city, after the new day began, Frilian also started subtly inquiring about more information about Gu Yuan from the people of the Chamber of Commerce.

Especially—whether he has a partner or not.

The intelligence that was eventually collected was fragmented and mixed, making it difficult to distinguish between true and false information.

Frillie looked at the two elf names occasionally mentioned on the paper—Seria and Miliald—and her gaze became complicated.

The hero who went to save her mother seemed to have a more complex and entangled network of relationships than she had imagined.

Meanwhile, in the capital, at Gu Yuan's residence.

Bang bang bang!

A slightly hurried knocking broke the silence inside the house.

Celia, who was leaning against the cushion by the window reading a book, frowned slightly in displeasure.

"Who is it?"

She habitually spoke up, wanting Millie Alder to open the door.

But as soon as the thought crossed her mind, she realized that the other woman was now the true mistress of the house, and her status was different from before.

Celia couldn't help but let out a soft "tsk," and reluctantly put down the book and got up.

The knocking on the door intensified.

"Don't rush me!"

Seria raised her voice impatiently, her anger barely contained, and flung open the door.

However, when she saw who was standing outside the door, the impatience on her face froze instantly, and a rare look of astonishment flashed in her eyes.

Because, standing at the door were none other than her disciples!

A group of elven girls, all of different heights, weights, and appearances, were staring at her with the same intense gaze.

"Who?"

Millie Alder was also drawn out by the commotion at the door.

But upon seeing this scene, she was first taken aback, and then immediately sensed that something was wrong with the atmosphere, especially with Celia's stiff back.

Her first instinct was to turn away and leave this tricky situation to Celia to handle.

"Hey! Don't go!" Celia quickly called out to stop her.

She couldn't handle so many people coming to interrogate her all by herself.

However, the moment she uttered those words, a hand with distinct knuckles grabbed her wrist first.

The leading disciple, Lena, with her short, silver-gray hair, locked her grip on Seria tightly and demanded, "Master, aren't you going to explain?"

"You've been missing for so long without a trace, why are you in a human's house?"

"And she's wearing this outfit—"

Her gaze swept over Celia's comfortable loungewear, then glanced at the furnishings in the room, her brows furrowing even more.

Judging from the looks of it, they seem to have been living here for quite some time now?

If it weren't for the news that the Demon King had been defeated and that a golden-haired elf was by the hero's side, it would have been impossible.

And just then, someone secretly drew a portrait of Seria, which circulated in a small circle within the elf community.

They will probably have to wait many more years to find this place.

His words were filled with dissatisfaction with his master's "concealment of his whereabouts" and even the possibility that he was "forgetting to return home."

Seria finally recovered from her initial shock, forcibly suppressing the turmoil in her heart. She coughed lightly, trying to regain her dignity as a master: "I—of course, have my own unavoidable difficulties."

As soon as she said those words, she knew something was wrong.

Sure enough, "Moira," who had long turquoise hair, immediately stepped forward.

Her eyes, which were always filled with reverence, were now brimming with disbelief and heartache: "Master, you've changed."

"If it were you in the past, you would never have mentioned any difficulties" — these are clearly words only a powerless weak person would utter.

She paused, her voice hardening with the resolute urgency of a nurse, and even took a half-step closer, "Tell us, did the owner of this house do anything bad to you? Like—coercion?"

Her tone was resolute: "If so, we will never let this go! Even if our opponents are so-called 'heroes'!"

As she spoke, she glanced defiantly at Miliald beside her, her eyes seeming to say, "This is the hero's woman? An accomplice?"

Celia was stunned by her disciple's question, as if she had been stabbed in the heart.

A powerless weakling? Me?

The image of her being defeated by Gu Yuan, her power being completely suppressed, and even being forced to wear the Domination Stone Ring flashed through her mind.

Those moments she didn't want to revisit, moments that could truly be described as "powerless," left her speechless, unable to find the right words to refute or explain them.

Seeing this, Milie Alde could only cough lightly to draw everyone's attention.

She knew she couldn't remain silent any longer, so she tried to keep her tone calm and composed, with the proper demeanor of a hostess: "Everyone, are you all Miss Celie's students? Why don't you come in first? It's not convenient to talk standing at the door."

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"Everything can be explained, as long as everyone can calm down and not fight."

She wasn't worried that Celia would be forcibly taken away by these disciples.

Instead, they were worried that these seemingly unapproachable elves might lose their temper and tear the house down.

If such a thing happens, she really doesn't know how to explain it when Gu Yuan comes back.

The red-haired "Philus" snorted coldly, crossing her arms, clearly harboring great wariness towards Miliald, the elf from the "human side".

But glancing at the narrow doorway, she knew it wasn't the place for arguments, so she said coldly, "That's exactly what we're looking for! We'd love to see what kind of place Master has been staying these past few days!"

She then gestured to the others.

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The group then stormed into the living room, scrutinizing every detail of the house without any hesitation.

Millie Alde watched their retreating figures and sighed softly in her heart once again.

It seems that until Gu Yuan returns, she will have no choice but to grit her teeth and, together with Celia, barely manage to deal with these "uninvited guests."

She glanced at Celia, whose face still looked rather pale, and gave her a look that said, "It's come to this, you'd better figure out how to explain yourself."

Seeing this, Celia felt a surge of annoyance, but also a sense of relief.

Fortunately, none of her disciples, such as Sangfu, were in the group who understood the true purpose of her mission.

As long as Sangfu is not around, there is still room to cover up the embarrassing truth that she took the initiative to provoke Gu Yuan and was subdued and detained instead.

For example—it could be described as a collaboration on some kind of magical research?

Or perhaps it was a temporary alliance formed to jointly deal with the potential threat from the demons?

Her mind raced, trying to come up with a reason that would both save face and explain the current situation.