Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Tears burst out like a dam breaking, blurring everything and covering up all of Volame's perception of the outside world.

It was unknown how long it took, until the sound from the terrace completely disappeared, and then Volame stood up dejectedly and returned to his room.

In the guest room.

Fulilian actually woke up when Volame got up.

She watched Volame walk in in a daze, his face very pale, his eyes very red, and an indescribable sadness surrounding him.

"Volamei?" Flillian called softly, sitting up, her eyes filled with pure confusion and instinctive concern. "Are you having a nightmare? Why do you look like you're about to...break down?"

She couldn't find a more appropriate word to describe Volame's current state.

Volame raised his head and looked at Fulilian, the bitterness in his heart almost drowning him.

She shook her head. "Nothing. It's just that I seem to have fallen in love with someone I shouldn't like, and I have to face an opponent I'm destined to be unable to defeat. There's no chance of winning..."

Fulilian became even more confused, and her pointed ears twitched slightly.

Like? Rival? Battle?

She could not understand the meaning of Volame's words, nor could she understand the complex emotional entanglements of these humans.

In her simple understanding, if you like someone, you should get close to them, and if you don’t like someone, you should stay away from them. Why shouldn’t that be right?

Why is it so painful if we can’t win?

If you're fighting, shouldn't you retreat if you know you can't win?

As an elf whose emotions were almost the same as Celia's a thousand years ago, Fulilian was completely unable to empathize with Volame's feelings at the moment.

But she could clearly feel the sadness emanating from Volame.

She frowned hard, trying to comfort the other person in her own way, and spoke awkwardly:

"Is it because the opponent is too powerful that I can't defeat them? Just like Lord Lord and Lady Celia?" She paused, thinking hard. "But, no matter how powerful a being is, there are things they can't do, right?"

Frillian's meaning was very simple. Even beings as strong as Lord and Celie have things they cannot do, so it doesn't matter if they can't beat them. It's not a big problem.

"Flillian, you don't understand. This is a unique human emotion."

"Well, I really don't understand. For elves, these so-called human emotions are indeed difficult to understand. Sometimes, in front of an elf, let alone the other party desperately hinting at it, even if the other party directly explains it, the incomprehensible feelings will still be incomprehensible. In the end, it will only be rejected, right?"

Fulilian seemed to be comforting Volame, and also seemed to be making a rational statement about the characteristics of her own race.

But these words, heard by the extremely sensitive Volame, instantly illuminated a certain direction for her!

Chapter 234: Misguided Determination

Yes! Elves!

Fulilian is an elf! Teacher Celia is also an elf!

Volame's head shot up, but the light in his eyes had returned.

As she had thought before, elves were emotionally indifferent, their long lives causing them to lack perception and understanding of many fleeting human emotions.

What if a thousand years have passed? What if a thousand years of tacit understanding have been established?

Is there really the love between them that they imagine?

There shouldn't be any, right?

Even if there was, there was no way that Teacher Celie would be able to detect it.

But I am different. I am a human being, the same human being as Teacher Lord!

Only you can truly understand the human side of Mr. Lord.

Teacher Celie may be powerful, and may have been with Teacher Lord for a thousand years, but does she really understand what love is?

Just like Fulilian in front of her, she was completely unable to understand her own feelings at the moment and could only say these meaningless and even counterproductive words of comfort.

In an instant, all the sadness disappeared completely, replaced by a determination that was strongly misguided.

She couldn't compete with Teacher Celiai in terms of power and time dimension, but she could open up a whole new battlefield.

A realm that only she, Volame, could tread.

"Flillian, thank you!"

Volame suddenly grabbed Fulilian's hand. Although the other party's comfort did not play any practical role, it was precisely because of the other party's incomprehensible remarks that she found a new direction for her efforts.

At this moment, Volame's eyes burned with an almost crazy determination. The traces of tears from before were still there, but they were completely covered by a desperate courage. "I think I understand everything! I understand where I went wrong, and I understand what I should do!"

Fulilian was startled by her sudden and drastic change.

His hands were clenched so hard that they hurt. He blinked his big eyes and said, "What do you understand?"

She had no idea what strange switch her words had triggered in Volame.

"I understand where my strengths are, and I understand how I should fight!"

Volame released her hand, stood up suddenly, and took a deep breath, "Good night, Fulilian! Thank you again."

After saying that, she quickly lay back on the bed and closed her eyes tightly, but her violent heaving chest showed that her mind was far from calm at the moment.

Fulilian looked at the overly excited Volame, and her little head was filled with big question marks.

Human emotions are ten thousand times more difficult to understand than the most complex magic.

Finally she decided to give up thinking about this difficult problem that was far beyond her understanding.

The rising sun dispels the long night.

However, for Volame, the night was so long.

She barely slept all night, replaying the scene on the terrace and the fighting spirit that followed because of Fulilian's accidental conversation.

At daybreak, she got up very quietly, trying her best not to disturb the girl on the bed next to her, although she could not hide all this from the sight behind her who also had not slept much.

Facing the mirror in the room, she carefully adjusted her appearance, combing her flaming red hair with her fingers, trying to smooth out the few sticky hairs.

The girl in the mirror had dark circles around her eyes due to lack of sleep, but her green eyes were exceptionally bright because of the determination in her heart.

Volame never dressed up much, but when a girl suddenly dressed up carefully one day, her intentions were naturally self-evident.

Through the mirror, Volame found the gaze that was staring at him.

"Huh? Are you awake?" Volame asked with a hint of apology.

She wanted to avoid waking up Fulilian, but unexpectedly woke her up anyway.

"Hmm! Or rather, I didn't get much sleep." Fulilian yawned and continued to lie in bed as if she didn't want to get up at all.

The way Volame tossed and turned in bed last night kept her awake too, and now she just felt very sleepy.

Therefore, she completely couldn't understand what Volame was thinking at the moment.

Why was she up so early and still fiddling with herself in front of the mirror? What on earth was she doing? Was she going to fight?

"Then continue sleeping and don't go out. I'll have someone bring breakfast over later."

"Ah."

After seeing Fulilian turn around, Volame took a deep breath and pushed open the door like a warrior about to step onto the battlefield.

The corridor was silent.

She first approached Teacher Celiai's door cautiously like a thief, put her ear close to it, held her breath and listened carefully.

There was no movement inside.

very good!

Teacher Celia drank so much alcohol last night. Given her physical condition, even if she doesn't have a real hangover, she will definitely need a long rest to eliminate the varying degrees of alcohol.

A hint of joy rose in my heart.

She even went out of her way to find the maid and sternly instructed her, "Lady Celia discussed important matters with Lord Lord until very late last night and needs to rest. Unless she wakes up on her own, you must not disturb her."

The maid responded respectfully.

As for Sister Ella? She's actually pretty lazy too, so she must still be sleeping right now.

Fulilian? Oh, that little girl. Before I left, I specifically told her to stay in her room and wait for breakfast to be brought over. She definitely wouldn't come out.

Everything was arranged perfectly.

Now, it was time that belonged only to her and Teacher Lord!

She almost jumped for joy as she arrived at Lord's door.

He raised his hand, wanting to push the door open and walk in, but at the last moment he forced himself to hold back and instead knocked on the door a little hurriedly.

Boom boom boom!

The knock on the door was like the beating of my heart.

Soon, the door opened and Lord's figure appeared at the door.

He seemed to have just woken up, his black hair was a little messy, he was wearing a comfortable robe, and there was a refreshing moisture on his body, it looked like he had just washed.

Seeing Volame outside the door, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes.

"Folame? So early?" His voice was a little hoarse, but to Flame's ears, it was just right.

Volame tried to make her smile look natural: "Good morning, teacher. I would like to have breakfast with you?"

There was a subtle hint of nervousness in her voice, which Lord noticed but didn't pay much attention to.

He looked towards the end of the corridor: "Where are the others?"

"They..." Volame's heart skipped a beat, but he pretended to be relaxed. "Sister Ella should still be asleep, and the same goes for Fulilian. I'll have someone take them to their room later."

Lord nodded and asked naturally, "Where's Celia? She shouldn't be up yet, right?" He made a move to walk towards Celia's room, "I'll go get her."

The smile on Volame's face froze for a moment, and he almost couldn't maintain it.