Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 238 Celie: Where is my Lord?
An unusual silence filled the corridor of the city lord's mansion.

Because of Vlamé's prior instructions, none of the maids dared to deliberately disturb the rest of these distinguished guests.

Vlamé was so excited because Lord had accepted his invitation that he forgot about a certain girl in the room. So even though she had woken up, she still didn't see the breakfast she had been longing for.

Celia rubbed her head and pushed open her bedroom door.

The slight discomfort from the hangover already put her in a bad mood, but what annoyed her even more was that the hallway outside was completely deserted.

In theory, there should be maids moving around or cleaning, but at this moment there was no trace of them, and the silence was somewhat unusual.

"Where did everyone go?" she muttered to herself, her cold voice ringing out clearly in the corridor.

She went next door, but still didn't see that familiar figure.

Where have you been so early?
An indescribable sense of unease quietly rose in my heart.

After a moment's thought, she decided to go to another room to check on her other apprentice, Ella.

That guy should be up by now, so I can ask him where Lord is.

She walked to Ella's door, not even bothering to knock, and pushed it open, but the scene inside made her already furrowed brows furrow even more.

Ella was indeed still in bed, but her sleeping posture was truly unsightly.

Most of the blanket had slipped to the floor, and she was lying in a starfish position, with half of her body hanging off the bed, making it seem as if she might fall off at any moment. Her long hair was all over her face, and there was even a faint glimmer of water at the corner of her mouth, which Celia strongly suspected was her saliva.

Judging from the even and deep breathing, the other person was clearly still asleep and unaware of the outside world.

Celia's lips twitched almost imperceptibly.

She hadn't taken care of Ella, after all, Ella had her own family, but she never dreamed that her eldest apprentice's sleeping posture would be so terrible in private.
And this guy can actually sleep!
They'd clearly made such a serious mistake, and I hadn't even figured out how to punish them yet, and this guy was still sleeping so soundly, acting like nothing's wrong?
Celia knew that it was Ella who proposed stealing the barrier's magic. Although Volamere made the decision, Ella was clearly responsible for at least half of the blame!
She had lost all patience and couldn't be bothered to wake the other person.

With a casual flick of her finger, Celia caused the moisture in the air to condense rapidly, turning into a small, icy crystal that hovered above her fingertip.

The next second, the ice crystal shot precisely into Ella's unsuspecting face!

"puff!"

The ice crystals shattered the moment they touched Ella's face, turning into icy water droplets that splashed all over her face. Fortunately, Ella's head was already hanging off the edge of the bed, so the water didn't wet her bedding.

"Aww—! Sleep!? Enemy attack!?"

Ella sprang out of bed, instantly entering battle mode, all sleepiness gone.

She hastily wiped the cold water off her face, and her other hand instinctively reached under the pillow for her weapon, but found nothing. It turned out that her wand had been sent for maintenance yesterday and had not been returned yet.

When she saw who was standing at the door, she froze instantly, as if she had been doused with a second bucket of cold water.

"Selie...Selie-sensei!?" Ella's voice trembled as she stared blankly at the unfriendly-looking teacher at the door, completely bewildered. "What's this...?"

Celia gave her a cold glance, her gaze sweeping over her disheveled face. Then, remembering her terrible sleeping posture, the disgust in her eyes almost materialized.

She had originally wanted to ask Ella if she knew where Lord was, but seeing Ella's foolish appearance, she immediately gave up the idea.

Asking her is pointless.

"Get up now! What time is it? And tidy yourself up, what kind of appearance do you look like?"

Celia left those words behind, not bothering to look at her again, and turned to leave, slamming the door shut behind her.

Ella was left standing there alone, her face and hair wet, shivering in the slightly chilly morning air, completely bewildered.

Did I do something to upset the teacher?

Meanwhile, Celia felt her unease intensify. She walked down the corridor toward Vlamé and Frilian's room.

Pushing open Vlamé's door, the scene inside was much tidier, at least not like the terrible scene from before. Of course, it was also possible that the person in the room had already woken up.

Volamey was not there; only the white-haired elf girl, Frilian, was there.

The other person was sitting on the bed with their knees drawn up to their chest, their face slightly furrowed, one hand pressed against their stomach, their eyes somewhat vacant, as if waiting for something.

Hearing the door open, Frillie looked up and saw Celia. A hint of surprise flashed in her emerald eyes, and she instinctively sat up straighter.

She glanced quickly at the doorway, but didn't see the other person she was expecting, nor did she see what she wanted to see.

"Lady Celie," Frillian greeted softly, her voice sounding weak and listless.

Celia's gaze swept around the room before finally settling on Frilian. She spoke directly, her voice devoid of any emotion: "Frilian, where is Vlame?"

Frillie's body paused almost imperceptibly.

She remembered what Vlamé had specifically told her before he left: "Be a good girl and wait for me in your room. I'll bring you breakfast! Don't go out!"

Although Frilian was emotionally oblivious, her elven intuition allowed her to detect a dangerous undercurrent in Celie's calm tone that instinctively made her feel uneasy.

Just like small animals sense the approaching storm.

She blinked her clear but bewildered eyes at Celia and chose to tell the truth, but out of a slight instinct to avoid trouble, she still concealed some things.

"I don't know, she was gone when I woke up."

To be honest, she didn't know where Vlamé had gone either, since he hadn't told her before leaving.

Celia narrowed her eyes slightly as she scrutinized Frillie.

The girl's expression looked very innocent, even a little sleepy and dazed, showing no signs of lying.

But Celia's uneasy feeling grew clearer and clearer.

Vlamé was not in the room.

Ella is fast asleep.

There wasn't a single maid in the corridor.

Lord was nowhere to be found either.

All of this seemed to indicate that the two people had gone out.

Celia did not press Frilian further.

She merely glanced at the white-haired girl who was theoretically her grand-disciple, said nothing more, and turned to leave the room.

Standing in the corridor, Celia closed her eyes, her probing magic spreading out invisibly, its range expanding to its limit, sensing the magical fluctuations throughout the city.

In the end, she quickly detected two familiar magical auras, not within the manor, but in a certain direction in the city, and they were still moving.

Celia slowly opened her eyes, a knowing glint in her golden pupils.

Oh, I see. Is it there?
Without hesitation, she rushed towards the direction of the aura.

She wanted to see what her thoughtful apprentice and that man were up to, running around outside so early in the morning.

(End of this chapter)