Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Chapter 274 Vlamé, who takes care of Celie

But upon closer reflection, it's not entirely incomprehensible that a first-level mage would leave the association.

After all, the other party has already obtained the highest-level mage certificate from the association and has also obtained the magic they wanted from Lady Celie, so there is really no need for them to stay in the association any longer.

Of course, if the man in front of you wants to hold an important position in the association, that's another story.

Ryder looked surprised: "Mr. Carlo, you really don't care about the situation on the mainland at all!"

Something big has happened in the north.

The demon army suddenly launched a massive attack, reportedly destroying several human cities, leaving only one struggling to hold on.

Because the incident happened so suddenly, the news hasn't spread completely yet, but at least the central government of the mainland already knows about it, and it shouldn't be long before it spreads throughout the entire mainland.

The Kingdom of El and the Saint Katia Magic Academy have now joined forces and are urgently dispatching mages to provide support.

Although the association hasn't officially mobilized yet, many powerful mages are already preparing to go voluntarily. I also plan to do my part.”

Carlo was stunned. This news came as a complete shock to him. "The demons...the demons have invaded? Is it that serious?"

Similar incidents have occurred before, but the fact that the Kingdom of El and the Saint Katia Magic Academy have joined forces at the same time shows just how serious the situation is.

“It seems you really don’t know.” Ryder smiled helplessly. “The news is currently being controlled to some extent to avoid causing widespread panic, but I don’t think it can be kept secret for long.”

"So, Mr. Carlo, would you be interested in going up north together? I've heard the fighting there is quite fierce."

He was just asking casually; judging from Carlo's appearance, he didn't seem like a combatant.

Carlo immediately shook his head vigorously: "No, no! I'm better at theoretical research. I don't have the strength of you. In fact, being a second-level mage is my limit."

He is very self-aware.

Although with his talent, if he were to start studying offensive magic now and accumulate decades of experience and magical power, he might still be able to pass the Level 1 Mage exam.

But Carlo didn't intend to do that.

He has decided to dedicate his life to studying Lord Lord's drafts.

“I understand.” Ryder nodded. “Research talents like you are also very important. Without you, many magic books would not have been passed down.”

There are quite a few similar mages in Saint Katia. I heard that one of them is very famous. If it weren't for the fact that Lady Celie's assessments were all focused on practical combat, he probably would have come to our association long ago.

"To be honest, I'm quite an oddball in this assessment; I only know how to defend and don't know any offensive magic at all."

At the end, Ryder gave a self-deprecating laugh.

Fortunately, Lady Celie kept her promise and gave her the magic she had always wanted.

He had assumed that with that person's discerning eye and pursuit of individual strength among mages, they would dislike a mage like himself who only knew how to defend.

Just then, a clear voice interrupted: "Mr. Carlo, long time no see. Has your research made any progress?"

The two turned around and saw Vlamé walking over with a thick book in his arms, a gentle smile on his face, and he greeted Carlo first.

She seemed to have just come back from outside, as she had a rather large package hanging from her waist.

“Miss Vlamé,” Carlo quickly replied, “we’re still working on it. We’ve made some progress, but we haven’t broken through the key point yet.”

Ryder looked at the unfamiliar red-haired woman in front of him, a hint of doubt flashing in his eyes.

He noticed that Vlame's mage robes had no rank insignia, but anyone appearing in this level of the library should at least be a second-level mage. Moreover, he vaguely remembered this woman; she seemed to frequent the library, and he had seen her from afar before.

At that time, because they were far apart and didn't know each other, Ryder thought the other person was also a level two mage. But now that he saw that the other person didn't have the corresponding badge, he suddenly felt a little strange.

Vlame keenly sensed Ryder's doubt and proactively explained with a smile, "Hello, I am Vlame, and I am a student of Teacher Celie. I did not participate in the ranking assessment. Teacher Celie said that I do not need those badges to prove anything for the time being."

Her tone was flat, as if she were talking about something very natural.

In fact, with her current strength, only Lord and Celia can reliably defeat her across the entire continent. Even Ella can no longer beat Vorame.

Upon hearing this, Ryder was immediately filled with respect.

Celie's apprentice!

This identity itself represents everything.

He immediately said, "I see. My apologies, Miss Vlamé."

He thought to himself, "As expected of that elven saint's disciple, he is indeed extraordinary."

Vlame smiled and turned her gaze to Ryder's previous topic: "Were you talking about the Northern Demons just now?"

Her expression became slightly more serious, clearly indicating that she was aware of the matter.

“Yes,” Ryder nodded, “the situation seems very bad, and I’m preparing to go and provide support.”

Vlame sighed softly, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

During this period, she was bossed around by Teacher Celie, running errands, handling miscellaneous tasks, and even instructing students on her behalf. Moreover, the teacher's attitude was much stricter and colder than before.

But Vlamé knew in her heart that her teacher did not really dislike her.

Perhaps she was just angry. After all, she had been competing with the other person for a man. If it were anyone else, they would be lucky if they hadn't been beaten to death on the spot.

As time went by, Vlamé matured and was no longer the impulsive young girl she once was.

Therefore, the thought that she had used that unfinished forbidden spell on her teacher, Serie, filled Volame with deep regret and shame.

Whatever the reason, that was not something a disciple should do to his teacher.

She would rather the teacher give her a severe punishment, or even beat her, as that would make her feel much better.

Moreover, Professor Lord has been elusive lately, and it's unclear what he's been up to.

Originally, the task of taking care of Ms. Celie's daily life and handling trivial matters was mainly the responsibility of Mr. Lord. Now that he has disappeared, these burdens naturally fall on Vlame's shoulders.

As for Ella and Freya... it's good enough that they can take care of themselves.

As Vlame's thoughts drifted away, Ryder's voice pulled her back to reality: "...So, although it's dangerous, I feel that as a mage, I have a responsibility to contribute my strength to the front lines."

Vlame nodded, but his gaze involuntarily drifted to the window, looking north, a vague sense of unease rising in his heart.

The empire in the south is in turmoil, the demons in the north are making a comeback, and her two teachers seem to be hiding their own secrets.

At this moment, all she can do is take care of the association's affairs and continue to improve herself.

(End of this chapter)