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Chapter 226, 225: Celia has figured it out; between me and Millie Alde, who should be the elder and who should be the younger?

Just as Gu Yuan was walking towards the warehouse, in Wilme's room.

With a "whoosh," the door was pulled open abruptly.

Wilmae, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, knitting a winter sweater for her daughter, was startled by the sudden noise and looked up.

She saw Celia standing at the door, slightly out of breath, looking anxious as if she were being chased.

Wilmae stopped weaving, raised an eyebrow, and asked with concern, "Miss Celia? What's wrong?"

In her view, it was something that could make this great mage, who had lived for countless years, show such an expression.

Those who don't know the situation might think a demon-level enemy has entered their home.

Celia didn't answer immediately. Instead, she took a deep breath and slammed the door shut with a "whoosh."

She subconsciously released her magic to scan the surroundings, making sure no one else was approaching, before quickly walking to Wilmae's bedside.

"Vermeer," she said, her voice tense, "I—have a personal matter I'd like to ask you."

Seeing her so serious expression, Vermeer knew that this "private matter" was probably quite significant.

She put down the half-finished sweater she was knitting, patted the bed beside her, and gestured for Celia to sit down: "Please speak, I'm listening."

Celia sat down as instructed.

After calming down a bit, she began to describe to Wilme the situation of being "chased" by Gu Yuan these past few days. After finishing, she seemed to have found an outlet to confide in, and looked at Wilme with deep confusion: "Wilme, you have lived here for a while, and as a mother, you must have a deep understanding of these kinds of emotional matters."

"Tell me, is Gu Yuan's behavior simply because he likes me because I'm older, or is it just because he likes powerful elves?"

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She needed an answer to decipher Gu Yuan's perplexing concern.

Wilma listened carefully, and then it dawned on him that this was what it was about.

Looking at Celia's rare expression of confusion, she couldn't help but smile slightly, thinking:

So it turns out that Miss Celia has also reached the stage where she is troubled by love.

She picked up the sweater again, her voice gentle as water: "I think, perhaps it's both."

"Both?" Celia asked, puzzled.

"Um."

Wilma nodded, his gaze carrying a worldly wisdom. "Perhaps, what Lord Gu Yuan sought was simply 'eternal beauty.'"

She paused, looked at Celia, and patiently explained, "Miss Celia, you are an elf, and you have seen life and death, prosperity and decline, so you may not be able to fully understand."

"But for humans with short lifespans, the loss of a partner is an absolutely unacceptable and difficult-to-heal pain."

"The weak spirits, seemingly possessing eternal life, are in reality fragile and easily shattered."

"Only an elf like you, who possesses both eternal youth and immense power, can fulfill humanity's yearning for something that will never be lost."

Upon hearing this, a look of realization flashed in Celia's eyes.

She seemed to understand something: "So—you mean, he's attracted to me because I'm strong enough not to die easily?"

"That's part of the way to understand it." Wilmae nodded slightly.

"What about Miliard?" Celiah immediately pressed. "She—she doesn't seem particularly powerful, does she?"

Wilmae paused in her knitting, a helpless smile appearing on her face: "This—I'm not quite sure. Perhaps, this is the complexity of human emotions."

This somewhat perfunctory answer left Celia speechless.

Although she received a seemingly reasonable explanation, the deep-seated troubles in her heart were not completely resolved; instead, she felt as if she had fallen into another fog.

Seeing her silence, Wilmae added softly, "Actually, being liked by others isn't a bad thing."

"Perhaps it is because our elven race is too detached from worldly desires that our numbers are decreasing day by day. Some of our fellow elven people have even developed psychological problems due to prolonged loneliness."

Her tone softened: "Of course, if you are really bothered by this, you might as well find an opportunity to speak directly with His Excellency Gu Yuan."

"However, Miss Celie, you don't seem to be completely opposed to it, and even seem to enjoy it a bit?"

"Who, who's enjoying it!" Celia retorted immediately, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.

"Oh dear, is that so?" Wilmae snapped out of her thoughts and gave an apologetic smile. "Then perhaps I misunderstood."

"After all, from your description, you clearly had many opportunities to avoid him, but you always hid in one fixed place, as if—waiting for him to come to you."

Vermeer's seemingly unintentional words struck Celia like a bolt of lightning.

Is she waiting?

Yes, why? Why do I subconsciously choose places where he might find me every time I try to hide?

Why didn't they use magic to completely hide themselves, or simply leave the manor to take refuge?

A thought that even horrified her popped into her head uncontrollably:

Could it be that I had already grown tired of my long and mundane life?

Was it her innate instinct for thrills that drove her to experience this unprecedented, exhilarating pursuit?

This is not impossible.

She was an elf who loved war and craved excitement; otherwise, she wouldn't have spent her long life pursuing the ultimate in magic and the conflicts of the world.

"----I see."

Celia's voice was a little hoarse. She looked at Vermeer, a last glimmer of struggle in her eyes, "Then—is there any way to improve this situation?"

Wilmae shook his head again, a kind look flowing from his eyes, tinged with pity: "Follow your heart, Miss Celia."

"Suppressing your feelings won't solve the problem; it will only make you more miserable."

"My true self—" Celia murmured to herself, unable to utter another word.

If she truly loathed Gu Yuan's actions, given her abilities and personality, she could easily force him to stop all harassment.

But strangely enough, deep in her heart, there was a trace of expectation that she herself was unwilling to admit.

"Oh----"

She let out a barely audible bitter laugh, raised her hand to cover her smooth forehead, and a sense of despair, "I really am broken," slowly spread through her.

She always thought she was in control of everything, but she never even realized when her heart had been betrayed.

As Wilma looked at her, lost in self-doubt and struggle, a complex emotion flickered in his eyes.

After a long while, Celia seemed to have finally made up her mind and suddenly stood up.

This couldn't go on any longer; she couldn't bear this state of uncertainty and inner turmoil.

"Thank you for your answer, Wilmae."

Celia's voice regained some of its usual calmness, but the turmoil in her eyes had not subsided. "I... perhaps know what to do."

She needs to find Gu Yuan and talk everything out.

Whatever the outcome, it's better than this endless internal strife.

Watching Celia turn and leave, Vermeer sighed softly.

At the same time, Gu Yuan headed towards the warehouse.

He pushed open the door and began to take stock of the supplies inside.

Gold, demon-sealing ore, gems — and the cannonballs and missiles collected earlier.

Just as he was putting all these miscellaneous supplies into the "Thousand Realms Bracelet" and realized that he hadn't even taken up a tenth of the space, he heard footsteps behind him.

Gu Yuan turned around and was somewhat surprised to see Celia.

To his surprise, Celia's face no longer showed the panic and evasion she had shown before; instead, it was filled with an unusual calm.

Celia walked up to him and stopped a short distance away, taking a deep breath as if to expel all her hesitation.

She realized they were alone and it was the perfect time to talk, so she looked him straight in the eye and asked him two questions: "Gu Yuan, listen carefully."

I'll only ask you once.

"If I and Miliealde become your wives, then between us, who is the elder and who is the younger?"

"And what will happen to us a hundred years from now when you die?"

Her gaze sharpened as she looked at him: "When those thoughts popped into your head, did you ever consider the feelings of us elves?"

The slight relief and surprise on Gu Yuan's face vanished without a trace.

He looked at Celia and clearly sensed her seriousness and determination at that moment.

What happened? So directly? So bluntly?

Gu Yuan pondered.

Although he was unaware of what Celia had just experienced, he still began to think about it seriously.

As Celia watched him deep in thought, her anxiety and faint expectation intertwined once more, causing her heart to tremble involuntarily.

After a long while, Gu Yuan seemed to finally sort out his chaotic thoughts.

He exhaled a long breath, raised his eyes, his gaze calm and profound, and slowly walked towards Celia.

"you--"