Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 163 I'll teach Vlamed magic? Really?
Celie brought little Volame back to the cottage deep in the forest. The pale golden protective barrier was still solid. Apparently, nothing had happened during her absence.

Volame followed her into the hut, and his eyes were immediately attracted by the magic circle that exuded a mysterious aura.

She approached curiously, examining the shadowy figure in the center of the magic circle.

The figure made her feel a sense of awe and inexplicable attraction.

What is that? A sleeping spirit?
But the hatred that welled up in my heart quickly suppressed this curiosity.

power.

What she needed was the power to kill all the demons, not to explore the mysterious existence in front of her.

"That's something you need to ignore." Celia's cold voice sounded behind her, "Don't go near there, your room is over here." She pointed to a small space that had been simply cleared on the other side of the cabin.

Volame nodded obediently, took one last look at the figure in the light, and buried all his doubts deep in his heart, leaving only the desire for power.

"Um. Can I ask your name, Elf-sama?" Volame asked hesitantly.

"Celiai."

"Celiai," Volame said carefully, as if suddenly remembering something. He asked hurriedly, "Is it the elven saint, Lady Celiai, who traveled with Lord Godslayer Lord?"

"Why am I at the back?" Celie's focus was a little strange.

In theory, shouldn't you talk about yourself first and then mention that guy Lord?

"I'm very sorry, because the story I heard the most was about Lord Lord." Volame hurriedly bowed his head and apologized, fearing that Celie would punish him because of her dissatisfaction.

"Well, whatever you want."

Celie finally gave up the idea of ​​pursuing this title.

Looking at Celie's departing back, Volame secretly clenched his fists.

With the guidance of the legendary elf saint, Lady Celiai, I will definitely be able to kill all the demons in the world!
But who is that figure in the magic circle?
Could it be Lord Lord?

But Lord Lord is just a human being, it is impossible for him to live that long.

No matter how hard Volame's little head tried to think about it, he still couldn't guess, and in the end he could only suppress his curiosity.

From that day on, the rhythm of life in the cabin changed completely.

Celia becomes Volame's teacher.

She was not in a hurry to teach Volame powerful attack magic, but started from the most basic magic operation.

Volame had a strong talent for magic, and she decided to stimulate the other party's talent, so she didn't plan to rush for success.

Moreover, Volame showed amazing perseverance. That hatred has now turned into a powerful driving force, allowing her to endure boring meditation and repeat failed magic over and over again until she succeeds.

Two years passed quietly in the practice.

Until one day, the light of the magic circle began to flicker violently.

Celia, who was instructing Volame in practicing magic, suddenly stopped and turned to look at the magic circle, with an irrepressible anticipation in her heart.

The man finally came back to her side again.

Volame was also startled. He stopped what he was doing and looked at the huge magic circle that was suddenly activated in surprise.

During this time, she also noticed the change in the expression on her master's face, as if the figure in the magic circle was very important to him.

Who on earth is it?
The light grew brighter and brighter, almost illuminating the entire hut. After reaching its apex, it suddenly converged and shrank into the center of the magic circle.

A figure appeared in front of everyone.

In Volame's eyes, he was a young black-haired man. Apart from his good looks, there was nothing special about him.

Lord slowly opened his eyes, his thoughts gradually returning. He subconsciously moved his body to ensure the fusion was going smoothly, then a satisfied smile appeared on his face. His gaze naturally fell upon the figure he always saw when he opened his eyes.

"Celiai, it's been a long time..." He was about to speak, but suddenly stopped.

His gaze shifted slightly downwards, landing on the small figure beside Celie.

It was a little human girl about ten years old, staring at him with a pair of clear big eyes, without blinking.

This young yet familiar face made his thoughts pause for a moment.

A strong sense of déjà vu came over me.

He frowned slightly, his eyes flicking back and forth between the girl and Celie inquiringly.

Celie gently patted Volame's shoulder and pushed her forward half a step.

"Lord," Celie said calmly, "She is Volame, my new disciple."

"Volame!?" Lord's voice was slightly raised without him even noticing, which naturally aroused the curiosity of the two women.

But Lord no longer had time to explain. He was completely stunned.

Volame?
The "oldest magician of mankind" whose title he had taken away?
The legendary figure who created countless magical theories and even influenced the entire magical system of later generations?
Now, she was standing before him, becoming Celia's disciple! ?
Still a little girl! ?
He felt as if someone had mischievously pushed the timeline forward while he was asleep.

I just took a nap, although it was a bit long, but Celie picked up Volame?
Is there something wrong here?
Lord looked at the little girl in front of him who looked a little immature but had a stubborn look in her eyes. He was so shocked that he didn't know what expression to use for a moment.

"Ahem," Lord cleared his throat, suppressed his thoughts, and put on a gentle smile. He squatted down so that his eyes were level with Volame's. "Hello, Volame. I'm Lord."

Volame looked at the man who walked out of the magic circle in front of him, and especially when he heard his name, his big eyes lit up instantly.

"Your name is Lord?" Volame's voice was filled with incredible excitement. "And... the same name as that great God Slayer in history!?"

The smile on Lord's face froze for a moment.

It's broken, and I've become a substitute.

Shouldn't the other party think that he is himself?
All I can say is that inertial thinking is deadly, as it causes people to think that humans cannot survive forever.

"Well...it's just the same name."

He tried to make his tone sound natural.

As for why not tell Volame the truth?
Just think of it as some of your own bad taste.

"How enviable!" Volame's eyes lit up even brighter. "You know what? The person I admire most is Lord the God Slayer! When I was a child, my parents often told me stories about him. Lord Lord is the oldest magician in the human race, and the person I most want to be like!"

Her little hands gestured excitedly, and her eyes were full of admiration for her idol.

Lord: “…”

He subconsciously glanced at Celia next to him, only to see the elf lady turning her head to the side and shrugging her shoulders. It was obvious that she could no longer suppress the smile on her lips.

Lord rubbed his brows helplessly. It was rare for him to meet a fan of his, but it turned out to be that Volame, which made him feel weird.

So he reached out his hand, gently patted Volame's little head, and tried to make his voice as gentle as possible:
"Really? That's great. From today on, Celie and I will teach you magic together. I hope that one day, you will have your own legend."

Volame nodded vigorously: "Yes! I will definitely work hard! Teacher Lord! Teacher Celie!"

She called out the new name very naturally.

Celie watched this scene, and although she was a little curious about why Lord chose to teach Volame, she did not rush to ask. Instead, she walked over to him and said softly, "Welcome back."

"Well, I'm back." He glanced out the window, "It seems that the peaceful days are coming to an end for now. But... this is not bad either."

A new chapter has begun, and this time, there is a little figure destined to be extraordinary in their story.

(End of this chapter)