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Chapter 248, 247: A Forced Kiss, A Declaration of Sovereignty

In the almost frozen silence, Gu Yuan slowly closed the otherworldly magic book.

boom.

He rubbed the bridge of his nose, looking somewhat tired, then looked up at Celia, his face unreadable: "This has nothing to do with Miliald."

He explained, "I'm still figuring it out myself. Whether I can teach you or not, I need to understand it myself first."

"understand?"

These words inexplicably displeased Celia, who retorted defiantly, "Can't I learn together with you? Perhaps discussing things together would be faster—"

Before she could finish speaking, Gu Yuan gave her a deep look, abandoned the pointless argument, and simply handed her the book: "How can you learn if you can't even understand the words in it?"

Celia snatched the book, her eyes scanning the distorted symbols on the pages. Sure enough, she couldn't recognize a single word and was immediately speechless.

—What lost race's script is this? Why have I never seen it before, despite reading so many books?

Then, a fact she had overlooked struck her:

Gu Yuan was once blessed by a goddess with the "magic of knowing all languages ​​and words," a gift belonging to the realm of mythology, which is rare and hard to come by.

Realizing this insurmountable innate gap, a sense of powerlessness welled up inside her, but her inherent stubbornness allowed her to quickly suppress this emotion and even transform it into an even stronger fighting spirit.

Celia took a deep breath, forcing herself to regain her composure, and said nonchalantly, "It's just writing! I can learn it. Even the most difficult languages ​​have their own rules!"

Gu Yuanxin said, "Very good, very energetic."

Unfortunately, even if you learn it, you'll lack magic essence—

Wait a minute, Gu Yuan remembered something—his gaze sharpened and focused on Celia.

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Stared at like that, Celia's heart skipped a beat: "What are you going to do?"

"—Do nothing."

Gu Yuan's tone remained unchanged, "This is just one last confirmation: are you sure you want to learn? Even if—at any cost?"

The word "price" made Celia's throat tighten, but she still forced herself to nod and squeeze out a single word: "—Yes."

"very good."

Gu Yuan nodded. "In that case, I can teach you, but on the condition that you will be willing to live and die with me."

To put it bluntly, it means becoming a community with a shared future, where we share both prosperity and adversity.

Although Miliearde was close to him, she had no intention of digging deeper into his secrets for the time being.

Celia is different.

Her intense thirst for knowledge and persistence are both attractive and potentially risky.

In order to control this risk, it is necessary to make her an absolute "one of our own".

"To share life and death?"

A buzzing sound went through Celia's mind, and then she immediately understood the meaning of the word.

Millie Alder's unusual experience that night came back to her mind.

Could it be that... we're going to do *that*?

Looking at the matter-of-fact expression on Gu Yuan's face—a wave of panic gripped her.

Her heart pounded. Facing the risk of losing her virginity, she hurriedly rolled out of bed: "I—I don't want to learn spatial magic! I'm not ready!"

After saying that, she no longer cared about her image and rushed towards the door, wanting to escape the suffocating atmosphere immediately.

However, when they tried to pull the doorknob, they found that the door did not budge, as if it were completely blocked by an invisible force.

Her heart sank instantly. A glance out of the corner of her eye revealed Gu Yuan behind her, and only one thought remained in her mind:

It’s over.

In the living room, Millie Aldet paused slightly in the hand holding the quill pen, and looked up towards the bedroom.

She remained silent for a moment, then a complex expression, a mixture of helplessness and relief, appeared on her face.

As expected—it still came to this.

She knew Celia's unyielding pride all too well, and she was even more aware of Gu Yuan's absolute desire for control beneath his seemingly easygoing demeanor.

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This situation was almost an inevitable clash.

Inside the room, Gu Yuan watched Celia's retreating figure, like a trapped beast, and asked, "Why are you running away?"

He didn't think the condition of "sharing life and death" was worth such a strong reaction from her; in his view, it was a fair exchange.

"Why shouldn't I run?!"

Celia leaned against the door, as if she could draw a faint sense of security from it.

She spoke hastily, trying to mask her unease and fear with her voice: "If it's just ordinary contact like holding hands, I can accept it."

"But if you want me to become like Milie Adele—absolutely not!"

She even tried to bolster her argument, emphasizing, "I'm not the kind of woman like Milie Alder who would lose herself over a little alcohol!"

"Milly Alder would be very unhappy to hear you say that."

As Gu Yuan spoke, he slowly got up from the bed and walked towards her step by step.

As he approached, Celia became even more nervous, pressing her body tightly against the door: "Don't come any closer!"

She warned, her palm already gleaming with dangerous magical energy, trembling slightly, as she aimed at Gu Yuan.

Gu Yuan ignored the imminent threat and instead posed a weighty question: "So, what about your disciples?"

"The mistakes you make may ultimately be borne by them."

"————" Celia's pupils suddenly contracted as the images of her disciples flashed through her mind.

However, after only a moment of struggle, her eyes were replaced by an even stronger determination.

Her pride wouldn't allow her to yield to coercion; that touched her very bottom line.

Seeing her like this, Gu Yuan sighed and seemed to give up on trying to persuade her.

next second!

"Bang!"

With a muffled thud, he grabbed Celie's wrist, which was gathering magic, and slammed it heavily against the door.

In that instant, due to shock and pain in her wrist, Celie's accumulated magic power exploded out of control!

An incredibly intense beam of light shot out from her palm, tearing through the air and hurtling straight to the ceiling!

A huge hole was blasted in the roof, and the cool moonlight and night wind poured down, illuminating the dust that filled the room.

Gu Yuan glanced expressionlessly at the hole in the ceiling, clearly seeing the starry sky outside, before his gaze finally settled on Celia's pale face, which was etched with the word "It's over."

After a brief silence, he spoke coldly, his voice seeming to shatter the surrounding moonlight: "Are you—ready to pay the price?"

Celia stared wide-eyed in disbelief: "You—you want me to pay the price?! You started it first—"

"The magic you unleashed out of control was also caused by you."

Gu Yuan stated the facts, tightening his grip on the door to trap her between himself and the door, creating an inescapable cage. "Wrongdoing has consequences. Even a child understands that, doesn't he, Celia?"

That mocking "little kid" completely ignited Celie's shame and indignation.

Completely enveloped in his shadow and aura, she felt breathless, as if all her strength was draining away, her voice trembling with despair: "—Do I—do I even have a choice?"

What do you think?

Celia bit her lower lip, trying to channel her magic again to break through the door behind her.

But the damage is already so obvious—

If we recklessly unleash our full power, the outcome will only be worse.

She was caught in a dilemma, hesitant to act, and ultimately, as if all her strength had been drained away, she closed her eyes in resignation.

However, the expected punishment did not come immediately.

She could only sense Gu Yuan's presence drawing ever closer, and after a brief, unsettling pause, he seemed to be examining his own vulnerable yet resentful state.

Then, a low, emotionless whisper rang out: "It seems you've come to your senses."

Then, a warm, irresistible touch covered her slightly cool lips.

"!?"

Celia opened her eyes wide in astonishment, her mind blank, all the complex thoughts she had been having were completely cleared away by this sudden contact.

The hand pressed against his chest instinctively wanted to push him away, but it was limp and powerless.

That initial resistance, in a strange way, began to crumble as he paused without further intrusion, merely with a sense of declaration.

Then, a mixture of immense humiliation, resignation to the inevitability of the situation, and a sense of relief—that the dust had settled and there was no longer any need to struggle—slowly spread through her chaotic mind.

Outside the door, Milield let out a faint sigh.

Wilmae, standing to the side, also looked at the door, his gaze subtle and complex.

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