Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 250 The Window Paper That Was Pierced

Lord and Celia's kiss still held no significance, and Vlamé had no intention of watching any further.

My magic has recovered a little, and I can barely stand up.

Before the two could notice, Vlame dragged his legs and slowly left, beginning to search for Ella and Frilian's presence in the forest.

Fortunately, the two people were on their way back after seeing that the magical energy here had subsided, and Vlame met them not far away.

“Sister Ella…Frilian,” she called out in a hoarse voice, barely managing to stand by leaning against a large tree.

When Ella saw Volamere, whose face was as pale as paper, her expression immediately changed slightly.

"Volamey?" She rushed forward to support him. "What happened to you?!"

Long before the battle between Vlame and Seria escalated, she led Frilian away from the area where the two were sparring. Especially after seeing the entire sky change because of their battle, she took Frilian even further away.

When Vlame first proposed the sparring match, Ella already sensed something was wrong. She wanted to stop him, but was stopped by a glare from Teacher Celie.

As the battle between the two escalated, there was no chance to stop them, so she could only place her hopes on Lord Lord.

Now it seems even Lord Lord couldn't stop them? Or had he already tried to dissuade them?
"What was that terrifying noise just now? Could it be that Teacher Celia used the highest-level attack magic?" Ella asked repeatedly.

Although she and Frilian had hidden far enough away, she still clearly sensed the terrifying pressure before the two world-destroying magical forces collided.

Frilian also looked at Vlamé, a faint trace of worry appearing in her eyes, but it was hard to detect because of her unchanging expression.

Vlame leaned against Ella, shaking her head wearily. "It's alright, it's over." She paused, then added, "I just lost this sparring match."

"A sparring match!?" Ella asked incredulously, "What kind of sparring match could cause such a commotion? This is already a clash of forbidden magic. Luckily, Teacher Lord arrived in time."

She stopped halfway through her sentence.

Because there was more than one forbidden magical aura, she initially thought it was Teacher Lord who had intervened.

But if it's not like that...
A startling conjecture suddenly popped into her mind.

Has his junior sister already been able to cast such terrifying forbidden magic?
But what exactly did she do to anger Teacher Celie to the point of casting such a forbidden spell?
Ella gasped, completely bewildered.

But when she saw Vlamé's pale profile, she chose not to ask any more questions. Instead, she helped him up and said softly, "Alright, alright, stop talking now. You're severely depleted of your magic and need to rest. Come sit down here."

She carefully helped Volame to a clean grassy spot to sit down, then took out a potion to restore her magic from her bag and handed it to Volame.

Volame did not refuse and took the medicine, drinking it in small sips.

The bitter medicine, along with that sentiment, was swallowed, ultimately vanishing like a bubble.

Frillie also came over, "Are you alright, Vlame?"

Looking into the worried eyes of the elven girl, Vlamé felt a warmth welling up inside him.

She forced a smile: "Thank you, I'm fine, I just need some time to recover."

Ella sat down beside her and sighed, "You silly girl, you're really going too far. That's Teacher Celia, after all..."

There was no blame in her tone, only lingering fear and helplessness.

Ella didn't understand why Volamere suddenly wanted to challenge Teacher Seria, especially in such a radical way.

Vlamé lowered her head, looking at her still trembling hands, and said softly, "I know. I overestimated myself." There wasn't much emotion in her voice, "But I don't regret it."

Ella looked at her, opened her mouth, but ultimately said nothing, only patting her head to comfort her.

Vlamé lowered her head again, closed her eyes, and began to rely on meditation to restore her magic. No one knew that beneath her calm exterior, a persistent thought had been planted deep within her heart like a seed.

live.

To find a way to transcend the limitations of ordinary people with a mortal body.

Even if it's impossible, I'll still go and find it!

Meanwhile, on that scorched clearing, the long kiss finally came to an end.

Seria was breathing heavily, her once clear golden eyes were now veiled with a hazy sheen, and her cheeks were flushed.

She didn't seem to have fully recovered from the sudden kiss, and was still instinctively clutching Lord's clothes.

Lord stepped back slightly, looking at Celia's alluring blush, and resisted the urge to kiss her again.

"Do you understand now?" Lord's voice held a hint of lingering emotion. "That's my answer."

Celia blinked, as if she wanted to say something, but found that her thoughts were already in a mess.

She felt her heart beating very fast, and even the temperature on her face was extremely abnormal.

"……Um."

In the end, she only uttered a muffled syllable as a response.

A sense of immense satisfaction and security enveloped her, making her temporarily too lazy to think about those complex issues.

As long as this man is by my side, that's enough.

Lord smiled at her unusually docile appearance, and couldn't help but give her another light peck on the lips before finally letting her go.

Seria subconsciously touched her lips, where a trace of the touch still lingered.

She looked up at Lord, her gaze sweeping over the dried blood at the corner of his mouth, and her brows furrowed slightly.

She reached out, her fingertips gathering a healing magic glow, and gently stroked the corner of his mouth.

Lord didn't move, letting her treat him.

Looking at the other person's focused expression, the gloom in my heart caused by self-blame seemed to be dispelled a lot by this gentle gesture.

“Next time…” Celia withdrew her hand, staring at him intently. Her voice regained some of its usual coolness, but seemed to have something else in it as well, “Don’t do such a stupid thing.”

Lord knew she was referring to the punch she had thrown at herself.

He smiled, neither agreeing nor disagreeing, and said, "Then you must promise me that next time you won't spar with your disciple to the point of having to use forbidden spells."

Celia pursed her lips, which was taken as tacit agreement.

The atmosphere between the two became somewhat awkward.

The barrier that had stood for millennia was finally torn down, bringing not only intimacy but also a sense of unfamiliarity that needed to be re-adapted to and redefined.

“Let’s go find Ella and the others,” Lord broke the silence first. “Volamey is badly injured and needs care. And…” He paused, then sighed, “we also need to have a serious talk about what to do next.”

Celia nodded.

(End of this chapter)