Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

"Volamei's life had just begun when she was engulfed in hatred. When she needed guidance the most to understand her world, she was forced to have a single goal: revenge!"

Lord took a step forward and pressed hard on Celia's shoulders.

"Celiai, since we have become her teacher and guide on the path of magic, we must not only teach her magic, but also help her use this power correctly. Do you hope that Volame will one day become a disaster to the world?"

After hearing Lord's next words, Celie's eyes lit up instantly, but under the pressure of the other party's gaze, she still uttered the word "I don't want to" through her teeth.

She thought it would be very interesting if such a day really came.

There is nothing more interesting than having one's own students become the ones who bring disaster to the world.

But what Lord said made sense, which made her feel conflicted.

After all, in her opinion, for Lord, her love for war can be completely suppressed.

Who makes this man seem to dislike war?

"You taught her that strength is for killing, and magic is the most efficient tool for destruction. While that's true for dealing with demons, it's only one-sided. Strength can also be used for protection, and magic leads to the very essence of the world. It encompasses everything, not just destruction.

If we only teach her to seek revenge and let her become stronger through hatred, then the world in her eyes will always be a reflection of hatred and destruction.

She might become an extremely powerful avenger, a destroyer that the demons would tremble in fear of.

But she will also lose the possibility of feeling the other colors of life! Her heart may be occupied by hatred forever! "

Lord's tone was almost pleading: "The future of Volame has infinite possibilities, but this one possibility is not the ending I want to see.

So I want to guide her, guide her to a perfect ending, because I am her teacher."

Lord's words echoed in Celie's ears, and every word hit her heart heavily.

She stood there quietly, her eyes reflecting Lord's figure and her thoughts.

The expression on his face seemed to relax slightly.

Over the millennia, Celie has taught many lives.

She imparts knowledge and teaches them the magic they want to learn, and taps the potential of every talented individual to the extreme, so that they can become a powerful magician.

She never thought that the identity of a teacher carries such a heavy responsibility.

She was used to looking at the death of life from the perspective of an elf.

In her eyes, human life is short, and it is not easy for it to shine brightly.

Volame's hatred is her motivation. Using this motivation to quickly become stronger is the most efficient way in Celie's opinion.

As for whether her heart will become cold and twisted because of this?

Perhaps that was the price she had to pay for her power.

After all, in Celie's long life, she had heard too many examples of power backlashing her, and she had long been accustomed to it.

But Lord is different.

He is human, and he understands the complex emotions and possibilities contained in that short life.

He regarded Volame not only as a gifted magic apprentice, but also as a little girl who needed his guidance.

The teacher he mentioned is someone who cares about the growth of another human being from a human perspective.

This perspective was something Celia had never considered.

She remembered Lord's teachings to Volame, which seemed particularly clear at this moment against the backdrop of Lord's words.

Time seemed to stand still in the open space for a long time.

Celia's gaze shifted away from Lord's face, and the indifference in her eyes gradually disappeared, replaced by a light of confusion and thought.

In the end, she neither refuted nor agreed.

After all, Volame was the first being Lord was willing to teach, and was able to accept the training of both a godslayer and a saint at the same time.

And her talent deserves such treatment.

Lord's words alone could not completely convince Celie. After all, for the elf lady, she had already done her best by teaching magic to these people, and she had no obligation to take care of them like children.

But since this man had taken the initiative to speak, let's just treat Volame as a special case.

Celie nodded, her movement so slight that it was almost imperceptible.

Then she spoke, her voice filled with a complex emotion that even she herself felt unfamiliar with: "...I understand."

Just a few simple words.

Even though he didn't express his approval, Lord had already seen the implication.

This was the first time that Miss Elf truly began to think about the deeper meaning of the word "teacher" beyond imparting power.

This was a crack in her long life, a crack in her indifferent emotions, and the beginning of a change.

Lord looked at the thoughtful glint in Celie's eyes and understood.

Changing the mindset of an elf lady who has existed for thousands of years is not something that can be done overnight.

But being able to make her start thinking and start to shake that detached mentality is already a huge progress.

He believed that time would change everything and would bring this elf lady who had always been aloof down to earth.

And then, your chance will come.

Chapter 167: Celia, do you want a daughter?

After that heavy conversation, Celie seemed to have really taken Lord's plea to heart.

She didn't change immediately, nor did she say anything to Volame, but a subtle change quietly appeared in her teaching.

The initial changes are reflected in some daily life.

Celia no longer uses the demons as an example to arouse Volame's hatred after every magic practice as she did before.

Instead, when she successfully casts a spell, Celie will comment on the shortcomings of her magic power, so that the little girl can do better and more perfectly next time.

Volame was keenly aware of this change.

She was a little confused, but more relaxed.

In the past, every successful spell casting felt like adding a shovel of dirt to the grave of his hometown, and the pressure of revenge was always there.

Now, Teacher Celiai seemed to rarely push herself, which made her tense nerves relax a little unconsciously during practice.

Then, Celia began to consciously adjust the proportion of training content.

She will still teach Volame powerful offensive magic, the core content will naturally not change, but she will also teach Volame sacred magic together with Lord.

These contents, which were originally taught by Lord alone, have now been included in Volame's daily curriculum.

Perhaps Celie really did regard Volame as a special case.

Willing to spend more time to cultivate each other.

Of course, Volame didn't know what the conversation in the clearing was about, but she instinctively attributed the change to Lord.

She had experienced how Teacher Lord gently guided her.

And now, Teacher Celia has also chosen to do so.

Although neither of them told her the truth, it must have been Mr. Lord who persuaded Ms. Celie!

This realization filled her heart with gratitude and a deeper sense of closeness to Lord.

She no longer felt hesitant and stressed because of the differences in teaching philosophies between the two teachers.

Although Teacher Celia was still strict, her requirements seemed to be clearer, allowing her to fully immerse herself in the ocean of magic.

Teacher Lord is the lighthouse in the ocean, giving her guidance and care when she feels tired or confused, and leading her to appreciate the broader side of magic.

In this atmosphere, Volame was able to devote all his attention to the study of magic and grow rapidly in a completely different way than before.

Far from slowing down, her progress has shown even more amazing potential as the burden has been reduced.

One afternoon, Lord sat in his little rocking chair, watching Volame demonstrate his magic in front of Celie.

The little girl from the past can now be described as a young girl. Although she is still a little immature, she already has a certain fighting ability.

Lord thought that it was time to take Volame for some practical training, but the prerequisite was that there had to be monsters around.

The flowers in the greenhouse are too fragile, and the path that Volame has to take is destined to be a journey full of wind and rain.

Volame's magic finally worked.

Several beams of light appeared around her and were controlled by her, flying towards the ground not far away, making loud explosions.

"Very good, you did a good job." Celie gave a rare direct affirmation.

Volame smiled happily. In that smile, besides the joy of success, there was also a pure love for magic itself.

The magic that Volame just released was not just simple light gun magic, but also had some tracking magic functions.

Although this magic is rarely used by Celie and Lord now, since Lord improved all his magic into a large-scale one, Celie herself is unwilling to waste time deliberately controlling the direction of magic during battle.

After all, instead of predicting the opponent's escape route, it is better to directly block all the opponent's retreat routes!

This is Celia's choice.

But it's only for herself.

Ordinary magicians cannot bear such a severe consumption of magic power. Only she, Celia! can do this!

When she thought of this, Celie's little face turned upside down.

Lord watched this scene, picked up a cup of fruit tea, walked to Celie and handed it to her.

Celie took it naturally, her eyes still fixed on the excited Volame.

"How do you feel?" Lord asked softly, with a hint of meaning.

Celie took a sip of fruit tea and didn't directly answer Lord's question: "Human cubs... are indeed much more complicated than elves."

This was the first time that Celie had come into contact with this kind of young child, but the surprises that Volame brought her far exceeded all those in the past thousand years.

Watching the other person grow up slowly under her guidance, and being slowly shaped by her in terms of strength and even herself, that kind of satisfaction is something Celie has never experienced before.

However, Celie only wanted to experience this kind of satisfaction once.

As she had thought before, Volame would be a special case.