I have to hypnotize you, Aura!

"Um... Celie, I'm a shy man, I blush if a woman stares at me for too long."

"So please stop staring at me like that, okay?"

Fingel felt a chill run down his spine... "Damn, this female elf is looking at me like I'm a toilet, it's really weird, you know?"

"hehe."

Celia chuckled twice. Scared? What a coward... no, perhaps she thinks I'm going to use his body for something?

"Let me confirm, you want to become my disciple, right?"

That’s right!

Fingel's expression immediately turned serious. Damn it, he definitely had to become an apprentice!

"That's right, I wish to become your disciple! Great, beautiful, invincible..."

Celia has some mild doubts about you.

[This generates a favorable affinity keyword.]

[Implantation successful....]

【Favourability: 56】

"Stop, can you please stop saying things you don't even believe yourself?"

Celia thought that this person's mouth was indeed as Flame had said—he talked a lot.

"Uh, sorry, I'm used to it."

"I don't know what makes you so confident... You seem to think you're guaranteed to become my disciple, right? That's why you're so fearless."

Celia stepped down from the throne, her fair feet feeling no cold as she walked on the floor.

"Who gave you your confidence? Is it because of Flame? Even Flame can't make me accept disciples so easily... You really do have something wrong with your head, just like Flame said, don't you?"

“No,” Fingel’s smile was more like a grimace, “what exactly did Flame tell you? Was she really helping me?”

What a sharp-tongued little loli... wait, is she an old loli? After all, she's thousands of years old... So, she's a legal loli?

Oh?

Fingel suddenly remembered that this seemed to be the case. To be honest, the other person's appearance was even younger than Frilian's... It felt like the type that a perverted lolicon would like.

In short, let me state upfront that he is not a lolicon.

"You've said a lot... so I have a very bad impression of you."

Celia found Fingal's discomfiture expression amusing... because Flame had been complaining that she hoped she could teach Fingal a lesson. It was the first time she had ever seen her disciple show such a complex expression while lecturing on a human male.

He even specifically asked her—even if she couldn't accept him as a disciple, she should at least tease him a little.

Although Celia refused at the time, citing 'boredom,' she has now decided to do it anyway.

"So? Even so, you still want to become my disciple? You'll probably only humiliate yourself."

"No, surely Lady Celia wouldn't be so petty?"

"Are you accusing me?" Celia raised her beautiful eyebrows. "Does refusing to take you as a disciple make me petty?"

You still say no?

Finger secretly slandered her, but still decided to give the old loli face, after all, he really couldn't beat her---if she angered him, even if she didn't kill him, it would be too normal for her to just elbow Aura, who was sleeping in the carriage outside.

"Don't dare."

He shook his head seriously.

“I still hope to become your apprentice. I won’t be satisfied if I don’t try…” Fingel raised his arm, looking at his long fingernails. “I can’t think of anyone else who can solve my physical problems, so I have to become your apprentice. Besides, you should be a little interested, right?”

"Hmm...maybe."

Celia responded noncommittally, standing on the throne steps, staring silently into Fingel's eyes, while Fingel stared back fearlessly—and the scene froze.

One minute...two minutes...

five minutes.

As a result, Celia couldn't hold on any longer. She turned her head away as if nothing had happened, and then sat back down on the throne... She tried to calm her racing heart.

'Just as Flame said... these eyes possess a mild form of mental magic attack.'

'Could the medium for casting spells be the eyes? Indeed, some magic uses the eyes as the medium... a very special power... but it shouldn't have hypnotic abilities for now.'

'But Flame's judgment is probably correct... there is indeed another demon outside, which means he may indeed be controlling a demon.'

Seria slapped her bangs aside, a hint of doubt creeping into her mind—she possessed magic to counter mental magic, but it was proving completely ineffective.

Could it be that what is gestating in one's bloodline is something even more terrifying, a kind of spiritual magic that one cannot even perceive?

She even began to doubt whether Flame had made a mistake in her judgment.

She decided to make an exception... and try taking the person in front of her as her disciple, even though the other party knew nothing about magic.

"Your eyes are full of arrogance and recklessness... You don't respect me at all, do you? You're a liar who's full of lies."

Celia glanced at Fingel with the indifferent look typical of elves, scrutinizing him... She didn't need any disciples who dared not look her in the eye.

"Tell me, what were you thinking when you saw me?"

You'd better not lie.

Finally, she got to the answer—Selia was unlikely to take on a student if Fingel was foolish enough to lie about such a thing.

?

Is that so?

Fingel frowned deeply, knowing that the other person might have the magic to detect lies... So, should he tell the truth?

He hesitated for a moment... then thought, what's there to hesitate about?

And so, in this solemn and majestic ruined hall, Fingal stared at Celia and uttered his blasphemous words.

“I want to fuck you.” Fingel’s expression seemed to have countless black lines drawn down, his tone extremely cold and murderous. “Oh, right, I also want to lick your feet.”

"?"

What is this person saying?

[Flame has serious doubts about you!]

...

Grandmaster.jpg

Chapter 78: Don't come any closer!

[Serie has serious doubts about you!]

[Generates......Intermediate Affection Level Items]

[Is implantation required?]

[Seria's Affection Level -1]

[Celeste's Affection Level -1]...

[Insert favorable sentiment keywords...]

[Affection Level: 59 (Indifferent)]

"what?"

Celia tilted her head, a look of shock on her face for the first time... To be honest, she couldn't remember the last time she had felt this emotional.

She felt both angry and amused, not understanding what was wrong with this human male—who had lived for thousands of years. She had asked this question to many people, and the answers she received were mostly expressions of 'reverence' and 'fear'. A small number of people would consider fighting him, but would give up after realizing they couldn't win. The most amazing ones would even think about killing her.

Based on different performances, Celia would choose whether or not to accept disciples, and this rule has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

To be honest... she had thought about every answer, but this was the one she had never considered.

'To me? You mean that kind of human re-education program? And me?'

Is this man mentally unstable?

An answer I never thought of.

“Just as Flame described, you’re incredibly audacious.” Celia’s tone turned icy. “Aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?”

"look at me."

boom! !

Her long, golden hair moved without wind as she strode down the steps, exuding a chilling aura... It was like a diver in the ocean, fishing for king crabs, turning around to find that a gaping maw of a dragon, almost obscuring his vision, was about to devour him.

Along with it came the smell of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, the wails of countless demon souls. This grandmaster must have also experienced war.

!!!

"Uh... *smack*"

Fingel lowered his head in response, not daring to meet her gaze. This woman's aura was just like that of Empress Wu Zetian, terrifying.

How old is he? He's just a big-shot twenties guy, he hasn't lived enough yet!

'Seriously, that old loli's eyes are kind of scary... and her mouth is really foul. I'll have to find a way to shut her up later.'

He chose not to resist from the bottom of his heart, but secretly fantasized about it.

So what if you're the world's strongest mage? In my mind, you're utterly pathetic.

Celia has mild doubts about you.

[Flattery attempt to generate positive affinity keywords... Installation failed]

"......"

Celia was unusually silent for a moment, unsure of what to say, and a puzzled expression appeared on her face.

"Then why were you so fearless before?"

And although there was no evidence, her intuition told her that this guy felt no fear or respect for her, and was even thinking bad things.

...

?

"Didn't you tell me to say that?"

Fingel raised an eyebrow. It's so hard to cover up that stinky woman. If I tell you, you'll get upset. Wouldn't it be better to give each other some space?

I dislike people who lack boundaries and can read minds.

Oh, except for myself.

...

I told you to say it, so just say it, right? Um... it seems I really did tell him to say it.

Celia has some doubts about what you said.

[The entry for "…the desire for food and drink" is generated.]

[Implantation successful]

Celia suddenly felt like drinking.

"Are you out of your mind?" Celia squinted her right eye, her tone disdainful and cold. "Don't you think your words are contradictory?"

"He was so audacious before, saying he wanted to... to... to train with me."

Her tone paused unusually, but seemingly to maintain her status and magnanimity as a grandmaster, coupled with her thousand-year-old dead fish eyes and the almost frigid nature of an elf, she forcibly held back and continued,

"So now you can't even face me directly? I don't know whether to call you cowardly or arrogant."

!

Finally, Celia stood less than five meters in front of him—a very dangerous position. If it were another powerful warrior, it could even pose a life-threatening danger to a top-tier mage.

However... she is Celia.

Perhaps it was anger? Or some other reason, but in any case, Fingel felt immense pressure... even more than when he first met Aura, back when he was just an ordinary person.