Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 266 I'm Not Going Anywhere

He turned his head, his eyes fixed on Celia's face so close to his. The image of her head being severed from her body in his dream once again crushed his heart, bringing a suffocating pain.

He considered hiding it, bearing it all alone, and nipping any possibility in the bud.

However, if Celie's carelessness, due to her concealment, causes this future scenario to become a reality, then...

Lord could never forgive himself.

Without much hesitation, he decided to let Celia know all this, so that she would be on high alert.

Lord could not bear the slightest risk of losing her.

“Seria…” Lord’s voice was hoarse. He released Org, letting the holy sword fall to the carpet with a clatter. He grabbed Seria’s slender shoulders with both hands, his eyes more serious than ever before, but upon closer inspection, they were full of pleading. “Look at me! Listen carefully! This is not a joke!”

He spoke as quickly and clearly as possible to tell Celie the fragments of the future he had seen through Org, the threat of the Demon King, the brutal civil war among humans, and... that most cruel scene, without reservation.

After listening quietly, Celia's sleepiness and languor quickly faded, replaced by thoughtfulness.

When she heard her part, she was quite surprised, but she didn't show any fear. Instead, she looked on with great interest.

"I'm dead? Or in a state where I couldn't resist at all?" Her tone carried a bewilderment stemming from her own overwhelming power. "Of all the known beings, I can't think of anyone who could do this. Unless..."

She paused slightly, as if considering a possibility, "Unless I am in an extremely special state, such as being completely unprepared, distracted, or having my magic completely depleted, I find it hard to imagine anyone being able to defeat me."

Of course, if it were you, that would be a different story; you certainly have the ability to kill me.

Celia even cracked a little joke at the end.

Lord is very strong, stronger than anyone else in the world.

This is something Celia has to admit; if it were the other party, they could indeed kill her just like in the future.

"How could I possibly do such a thing?!" Lord's voice was loud, almost a shout.

"I was just kidding." Celia pouted, looking a little aggrieved.

I just wanted to make a joke to lighten the mood because this guy looked so nervous, but I didn't expect him to yell at me.

How infuriating.

However, since Lord is in such a hurry, it seems that the other party really doesn't want him to make such an assumption, so he won't make such jokes next time.

Seria made a silent decision in her heart.

“In short, there is absolutely no way I could do such a thing.” Lord’s voice trembled slightly with fear. “The future you looks very sad, and you are touching your lower abdomen…” He recalled the details of that heartbreaking scene with difficulty. “In that state, you may be completely focused on something, and that may be… perhaps that is when you are most vulnerable and most easily taken advantage of.”

The terrifying contrast between that maternal smile, radiating divine light, and the destruction that followed sent chills down his spine every time he recalled it.

He almost gritted his teeth, sternly admonishing her in a tone of near-obsession and command: "Promise me, Celia!"

From this moment forward, at any time, even within this tower, even beside me, you must not be careless in the slightest. The highest level of magical shields and 24/7 detection magic must be kept active at all times! Do you hear me? This is not negotiable!

Celia looked at the near-collapse of fear and worry in his eyes and remained silent for a moment.

Rationally, she still felt that Lord's request was somewhat absurd or even unrealistic.

This is the heart of El capital, a magic association tower with countless layers of defense, a place she personally managed and arranged. How could there be anything that could break through all the defenses and threaten her life?
But the unprecedented tension on Lord's face, and the coercive look in his eyes, made her suppress all her logical rebuttals.

A sense of relief spread through her heart.

“…Alright.” She finally nodded. “I will always keep the highest level of defensive and detection magic active.”

Constantly activating these two spells is quite taxing on Celia, but as long as it puts this man at ease, that's enough.

At worst, I'll just drink mana restoration potions like water.

The thought of that bitter taste made Celia frown, but for this guy, nothing was more painful than caring for him right now.

However, Lord seemed to feel that this was far from enough.

His gaze swept to the weapon rack in the other corner of the room, where another holy sword was placed—the Holy Sword Atos, which possessed the world's strongest defensive magic.

“Take it with you too.” Lord pointed at Athos, his tone leaving no room for argument. “From today onwards, you must carry Athos with you at all times, in all places!”

Celia's brow furrowed completely.

She's not a warrior, so what's the point of her carrying a holy sword around her waist every day?
“Lord, I don’t think it’s necessary…” she tried to comfort him.

"No!" Lord interrupted her abruptly, his emotions rising again. "Either you promise me you'll always carry Athos with you, or... I'm going north right now! I'll go straight to that Demon King! Even if it means we both perish, I'll eliminate every single possibility!"

Celia looked at the man before her, who had become obsessed and even insane because of a dream about the future, and saw the flames burning in his eyes because of his fear of losing her. All her rebuttals vanished without a trace.

She looked at him quietly for a moment, then suddenly sighed softly, and reached out her cool and soft fingers to stroke his furrowed brow, as if trying to soothe his immense anxiety.

“I understand.” Celia’s voice held a reassuring strength. “I’ll take Athos with me, is that alright? Calm down, Lord, I’m right here with you, I won’t go anywhere!”

Only after receiving her solemn promise did Lord's tense nerves finally relax a little.

But the fear and sense of urgency about the future were firmly imprinted in the depths of his soul and could never be dispelled.

He suddenly pulled Seria into a tight embrace, so tightly that the elf girl felt a little pain.

But it seemed that only through this almost painful contact could her true existence be confirmed, and only then could one obtain that sliver of warmth from that future.

The night was still long, but Lord knew he had to act, at all costs, to investigate, to prevent, to fight, until that possibility was nipped in the bud.

(End of this chapter)