Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 165 Celia's Question
"How surprising," Celia's cold voice broke the silence of the magic practice. Not far away from the two of them, Volame was practicing a brand new magic.

There was a subtle admiration in Celie's tone. "Her talent is the second best human I've ever met."

Lord glanced at her sideways and didn't respond.

He knew who the first one was, it was undoubtedly himself.

Celia's gaze shifted from Volame to the sky, as if reminiscing: "Although humankind is weak and short-lived, it always breeds beings that break the rules."

Perhaps it is true as Lord said, humans will be the most dazzling existence on this continent, and have even begun to become it.

Only a little over a thousand years had passed, and traces of humanity had begun to appear across the continent, in stark contrast to the sparse scene a thousand years ago.

Even around the forest where he and Lord lived, human villages appeared.

Elsewhere, Celie continued: "A thousand years ago, Norn and Eric battled the gods in mortal form. A thousand years later, Volame appeared, and..." She paused, her gaze returning to Lord, "and you. Your very existence is a mockery of all creatures in this world who hold a narrow view of humanity."

"I think Volame is a special case." Lord responded calmly.

He knew better than anyone how brilliant Volame's talent was in human history, but this was probably just one example.

In the original historical trajectory, she almost single-handedly created a new era in the construction of human magic theory and system.

This achievement is a miracle that is the result of many factors coming together.

"Special case?" Celie's lips curled up in a self-deprecating arc. "I think it's still not as outrageous as you."

Volame is indeed talented. He was able to release light arrow magic not long after learning magic. This year is his third year of learning magic, and he is already familiar with the use of several magics of different attributes.

The only thing missing may be practical experience.

After all, although Celie often trained and sparred with her, she always kept her distance and would not really harm her life.

Celie was already considering whether or not to take Volame to find some monsters or demons to practice with.

Lord raised his eyebrows, looking innocent: "Me?"

"Look," Celie pointed at Volame. "It took her a week to even master the basics of light arrow magic, and you?" A complex look flashed in her eyes, a surprise accustomed to witnessing countless inhuman manipulations. "You mastered it with just one glance, and even improved on it. The gap between you and me was already enormous before she was even born."

Volame's progress was indeed rapid, but that was all.

Compared with Lord's talent, this rapid progress seems normal.

What Volame has mastered now may be just the tip of the iceberg of what Lord achieved in the same amount of study time?
Celie didn't want to think about it.

"There are differences between people." Lord shrugged, trying to brush it off with a lighthearted statement.

"Indeed," Celie nodded in agreement, feeling strangely relieved. "Sometimes, the gap can be as vast as the distance between heaven and earth, so vast that even the pursuit itself seems meaningless."

She exhaled lightly, with a hint of helplessness.

Once upon a time, she might have thought that "if I live long enough, I can surpass this man", after all, she is an elf, a nearly eternal elf!
As long as I live long enough, sooner or later I will leave this man behind.

But after Lord also broke free from the shackles of time, she lay down completely.

Faced with pure talent, even the eternal passage of time loses its greatest advantage. Vlamé's training seems to have entered a crucial stage.

She tried to compress the flames in her hand into a ball, but the riot of the fire element was beyond her control at the moment.

With a "swish" sound, the out-of-control magic power suddenly exploded!

The scorching flames mixed with the shock wave spread in all directions, and Volame was knocked to the ground. His face was pale and his palms were red, obviously burned by the backlash.

Celie frowned and was about to step forward.

Lord was one step faster than her. He appeared beside Volame in a flash, and the light of healing magic instantly covered her burned palm.

"Compressing flames is more complex than compressing light, so we can't rush it." Lord soothed him, "Rest for a while and feel the flow of magic power when it lost control just now."

Volame looked at the healed wound on his hand, and with Lord's comfort, the panic in his heart subsided.

She nodded, walked to the side and sat down, closed her eyes and began to recall.

Celia paused, witnessing Lord comforting Volame.

For some reason, she felt a little unhappy.

He obviously came first.

Feeling irritated, Celie turned around and walked deeper into the forest. Lord seemed to sense something and followed her.

The two walked for a long time, one in front and one behind. Only after they came to a clearing in the woods did Celie stop.

She turned around and looked directly at Lord: "Why?"

Lord met her gaze: "Why?"

"Why are you so persistent in interfering with my teachings to Volame?"

Celia didn't want to question Lord, and let time slowly decide Volame's future path.

However, after seeing Lord's concern and comfort for Volame just now, she couldn't help but ask her doubts.

"Her hatred is her driving force, and I don't think there's anything wrong with her using this hatred to make herself stronger.

I could have ignored your actions or waited for her to make her own choice, but now I want to know why you did this."

Her eyes were fixed on Lord, as if she wanted to uncover his true thoughts beneath his calm exterior.

"Are you worried that my methods will drive her astray? Like those foolish magicians who can't control their powers?
Even if one day, it will only be her own problem, the result of her lack of skills."

Lord was silent for a moment, as if thinking about something. Then he slowly said, "Celiai, you are right. If Volame really goes astray in the future, it is indeed due to her lack of training and her inability to control her own power. But..."

He changed the subject and looked at Celie seriously. "But this has a prerequisite, and that is that no one interferes. This is completely different from allowing her to pursue the power of hatred."

(End of this chapter)