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Chapter 221, 220: Wilmae's "Misunderstanding," A Good Man

More than just beautiful—Vermeer thought to herself.

She had never seen such a big house before, and for a moment she felt speechless and unreal, as if she had stepped into another world.

"Thump."

Just then, the sound of heavy objects being unloaded came from behind.

Alizee nimbly jumped off the carriage, wiped the fine sweat from her forehead, and quickly walked to Vermeer's side.

She followed the mother and daughter's gaze to the manor, seemingly sensing their current emotions, and smiled knowingly: "You'll get used to it, Mrs. Vermeer."

"Given the hero's current status and achievements, it is well-deserved to have such a residence."

"It would be strange if you were still confined to that little hut. Please settle down here."

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Even so, these words did not completely dispel Wilmès's unease.

When Gu Yuan mentioned moving to the capital, she thought it was just a change of residence, perhaps similar in size to before.

But to everyone's surprise, it turned out to be such a direct "cohabitation"—

Wilmae was about to ask Alizee for more details, such as the rules of the manor and Gu Yuan's usual habits.

Before she could even speak, Alizee seemed to see through her hesitation, waving her hand to interrupt her thoughts.

"We should go in now, Madame Vermeer."

Alizee gestured to the coachman, signaling that they were ready to depart, then turned to Wilme, her tone gentle yet brooking no delay: "The hero should already be waiting. If you have any further questions, I will answer them for you on the way."

Two maids, carrying their meager belongings, were already heading into the manor.

Seeing this, Wilma had no choice but to suppress his doubts for the time being.

call--

He took Frilian's warm little hand and got back into the carriage.

"Gurgle—"

The wheels rolled again, rolling over the smooth stone road, carrying them into the gate that symbolized a brand new life.

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the mansion, in the study.

Gu Yuan was leisurely sipping his hot tea.

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The door was gently pushed open, and Philus bowed her head, respectfully leading Celia, who had changed into her new clothes, into the room.

Seeing Celia's current attire, Gu Yuan nodded slightly, a hint of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

She was no longer the ancient woman casually draped in white cloth, but had changed into an academic-style outfit—a dark blue long dress that accentuated her petite figure, a small top hat on her head, and a heavy book in her arms.

This outfit made her appear less sharp and more intellectual and serene.

Even Celia herself looked down at the unfamiliar outfit, somewhat stunned.

She had expected to be dressed in the humiliating maid's attire, just like her disciples, but unexpectedly—

Celia raised her head and cast a look at Gu Yuan that was a mixture of doubt and inquiry.

Gu Yuan took a leisurely sip of tea and said calmly, "That's more like it."

He put down his teacup, his gaze calmly meeting hers, as if stating a given fact: "You are different from them. You are knowledgeable and learned. To make you a maid, even the head maid, would be a waste of your talents. I'm sure you wouldn't be happy about it."

"Since that's the case, let's make the best use of everyone's talents."

"From today onwards, you will be the magic teacher of this family. There may be new members joining in the future, but this position will be indispensable."

"A magic teacher?" Celia raised an eyebrow slightly and let out a soft, ambiguous hum.

But as her gaze swept over her outfit again, she quickly weighed her options.

Rather than wasting her dignity as a servant, standing in the position of a teacher would undoubtedly preserve her dignity.

Managing disciples who have committed serious offenses, and disciplining and instructing them as a mentor, seems much more natural than the title of "head maid."

Just as she was overwhelmed with mixed feelings about the ups and downs of her recent experiences, a soft sound of footsteps approached from afar.

"Knock knock".

A maid knocked on the door and whispered that Wilmès and her daughter had arrived.

Gu Yuan put down his teacup and looked at Celia: "Perfect timing. Even if you don't really want to teach, it's good to get to know your future student first. After all, you'll be living under the same roof soon."

He gestured for Celia to get ready, then turned to Philus, who was standing to the side, and said, "Go and prepare some refreshments. Remember, Frilian likes pudding."

"Yes." Philus quickly replied, glancing furtively at her master. Seeing that she showed no displeasure, she bowed and withdrew.

As she left, a thought flashed through her mind:

Master's outfit—I've never seen it before, and it's actually quite adorable.

But what if that human—

She dared not think any further. She was barely able to take care of herself, so what could she possibly do?

I could only quicken my pace and hurry toward the kitchen.

Soon, Wilmae, accompanied by a maid, led Frillie through a wide corridor to a spacious and elegant living room.

After a few necessary pleasantries, the mother and daughter sat down on the sofa opposite Gu Yuan.

Wilmae placed her hands on her knees, hesitated for a moment, and, recalling the sights she had seen along the way, finally voiced the doubt that had been lingering in her mind: "Your Excellency Gu Yuan, is it really alright for you to take such good care of my daughter and me?"

"This estate is so magnificent that my daughter and I—are truly unworthy of it—"

She lowered her head.

This living room alone is already bigger than her original home.

Gu Yuan did not answer immediately, but simply raised his hand to signal the maid to pour them steaming hot black tea.

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Only when the fragrant aroma filled the air did he raise his eyes, his tone as calm as ever, and look at the two of them: "Don't worry about these things, madam. The purpose of a house is for people to live in."

"If your presence could bring more life to this vast mansion, that would be wonderful."

"Miliarde and I both welcome you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Phyllis quietly entered and placed a trembling, smooth milk pudding on the coffee table.

Gu Yuan naturally pushed the bowl of pudding in front of Frillie.

Seeing the sudden brightness in Frilian's eyes, a barely perceptible gentleness also flashed across Gu Yuan's eyes.

His gaze shifted to the lush courtyard outside the window, and he said casually, "Besides—Miliald is naturally quiet, and the house inevitably feels empty when I'm not around."

"You are both elves, so perhaps you can have some common topics to talk about."

These words, spoken softly, stirred a ripple in Vermeer's heart.

A thought flashed through her mind like lightning—could it be—

Is Your Excellency worried that after you, as a human, pass away, Miliald will fall into a long period of loneliness?

No wonder this house is full of elves.

A human being, actually pondering such a thing as the distant future of an elven companion—

A mixture of shock, respect, and some indescribable emotion slowly spread through her heart.

This profound care, transcending race and time, deeply touched the softest part of her soul as an immortal being.

She took a deep breath, straightened her back, looked firmly at Gu Yuan, and made a solemn promise: "I understand, Your Excellency."

"As long as you don't mind, we will stay by Miss Miliearde's side—I assure you, we will never let her feel lonely."

Gu Yuan nodded slightly upon hearing this.

Although it felt a little strange that the word "loneliness" came from her mouth, seeing how earnest her expression was, she ultimately said nothing more.

His gaze then turned to Alizee, who was waiting quietly to give him instructions.