Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

Although Celia's perception ability is excellent, it is not yet to the point where she can sense the breath of demons across tens of thousands of kilometers.

"Is it the Holy Sword's passive trigger? Or something else?"

Celie asked directly.

It seems that the only thing that can make Lord feel something is the holy sword that the other party left for the country of El.

"I'm not sure," Lord shook his head. "But considering the strange tranquility here, I suspect we've been deceived. Celiai, Shulahart's target might not have been here from the beginning, but somewhere else. He wanted to trap us here with his army of monsters."

Celia narrowed her eyes slightly, her eyes full of coldness.

She hated being schemed against, especially by the demons.

"These guys have wised up a bit." Her voice was a little displeased, but more of it was filled with murderous intent. "So? Are we going to the Kingdom of El now?"

Her thinking was direct and simple. Since she had noticed the possible diversion, the best solution was to go to the real target location immediately.

Lord remained silent, tapping his fingers lightly on the edge of the bed.

Reason told him that he had to leave immediately.

The holy sword Elsword must not be lost.

But this is just my guess after all. The demon army has not been completely destroyed by me, and there are still remnants. Once I and others leave, the demon army will lead the army to counterattack again, and this city will still not be able to resist.

Moreover, the internal situation of the Kingdom of El is unclear now, and Lord does not know what the consequences will be if he intervenes rashly.

"Let's set off early tomorrow morning." Lord finally made a decision.

Anyway, he and Celie have been here long enough, and since the demons haven't appeared yet, they might as well take the initiative to look for them.

This time, Lord didn't believe that Shulahat could hide for another two hundred years.

"Where's Volame? If you want to get back quickly, she probably can't keep up with our speed."

He and Lord could use flying magic, and it wouldn't take long to reach the Kingdom of El.

But not Volame.

It's a little late to teach her flying magic now.

"As for Volame..." Lord paused, "Let her follow."

Let Volame stay in the relative safety of White Castle?

Lord rejected the idea instantly.

Not to mention that the city had just experienced war and its defenses had not yet fully recovered. If the demons launched a counterattack, it would be too dangerous for Volame to stay here alone.

Although it was risky to carry it with him, at least it was under his and Celie's watchful eyes, so it would be safer.

Celie had no objection to Lord's decision.

She was silent for a moment: "Okay."

Celia did not object to Volame's arrangement.

In her opinion, since she had decided to keep this human cub as a special case and teach her, letting her experience some crises was also part of her growth.

Although it's a bit troublesome.

Chapter 178 The Unhappy Elf Lady

"I'll go wake her up and get her ready."

Celie turned and headed for the door, moving as quickly as ever.

"Wait, Celie," Lord called her. "Let her sleep a little longer. I need to go greet Lord Balin first."

Celie stopped, turned around, and looked back at Lord.

Feeling a little uncomfortable being stared at by her, Lord asked, "What's wrong?"

"I'm wondering," Celie looked away, lowering her head, her hair falling to partially obscure her expression, "Are you being too kind to her? Or is pampering better?"

"Don't talk nonsense! And your wording is wrong." Lord's face darkened instantly, and he felt the veins on his forehead throbbing.

What the hell is this word "pamper"? It's too ambiguous and too easy to be misunderstood.

Even spoiling is better than this.

"Look!" Celie didn't seem to notice the change in Lord's expression, or rather, she noticed it but didn't care.

She actually raised her fair fingers and began to count them one by one, her tone very serious: "Putting aside the preferential treatment during the teaching process, you were much more serious in teaching her magic than I was back then, and even your tolerance for mistakes was much higher.

And usually, you would specially prepare magic recovery potions for her, and even the wand she is using now was forged by a dwarf master, right?"

She paused, raised her eyes, and locked them on Lord again, her eyes clearly reflecting the other's somewhat stunned face.

"Even after what just happened, you actually let her sleep a little longer? Isn't that a privilege?" Her voice began to rise, questioning with a hint of difficulty and almost stubbornness. "I'm curious! Lord, why is this?"

Lord was unable to refute the facts stated by the Elf Lady.

He did treat Volame better, without even realizing it.

But after Celie said it so bluntly, Lord suddenly realized that this was the case.

why?

The real answer might be the guilt of having snatched someone else's place in history? Or perhaps it's the desire to witness the birth of a legend?

Lord didn't know either.

Although he is already a legend, he had no choice back then.

Ever since he and the elf lady set out on their journey, fate had already arranged everything invisibly.

And when he pulled out the divine sword Org, he was forced to embark on the path of killing gods.

This is something no one can change.

His life was like a duckweed pushed by the waves, with no choice but to keep moving forward.

Sometimes the lights on the stage are too dazzling, making him want to be a spectator under the stage occasionally.

The appearance of Volame gave him such a choice.

But Celie must never be told about Volame.

This involves his identity as a time traveler, and it cannot be explained simply by the magic of being able to see the future.

"Celiai, don't overthink it. I just think Volame is still young and has consumed so much energy this time. It would be beneficial for her to rest for a while to recover.

And is it any wonder that I teach her differently than you do?

Your talent is much stronger than hers. Learning any magic is not difficult at all, so you don't need to put in so much effort."

Celia's talent and starting point are indeed not comparable to Volame's.

However, the elf lady obviously could not be dismissed with just a few words.

She didn't say anything, but continued to stare at Lord, with disbelief clearly expressed in her eyes.

She pursed her lips slightly, with no expression on her face, but the air pressure around her dropped significantly, and an emotion called "I'm unhappy" spread, which was more oppressive than any verbal questioning.

Lord's scalp tingled when he saw her.

Miss Elf is jealous.

In order to appease the other person, I have to give her a reason that she can reluctantly accept, an explanation that can temporarily fool her.

In a moment of desperation, Lord suddenly had an idea and blurted out, "Okay, okay! I admit it! Maybe I subconsciously raised her as my own daughter! Yes! That's how I felt!"

"daughter?"

Celie tilted her head, confusion evident on her face, as if she had heard an extremely unfamiliar word.

Elves have long lives and long reproduction cycles, and their parenting methods are completely different from those of humans.

Although parent-child emotional bonds exist between individuals, they are far less strong and concrete than in human society.

She understood the concept of offspring, but the expression of raising a daughter, which was full of human emotions, was very difficult for her to understand.

"Yes, daughter!"

Seeing that Celie seemed to be attracted by what he said, Lord quickly climbed up the pole.

"Watching her improve little by little, becoming stronger little by little, and growing from a little girl into an outstanding magician, it feels like watching my own child grow up."

"But there is no blood relationship between you." Miss Elf retorted coldly.

"It's not important. For humans, emotions are far more important than that. When we see such promising descendants, we naturally want to take better care of them and protect them more. It's a sense of responsibility." Lord racked his brains to explain, trying to make the reason more reasonable.

Celie listened quietly, as if trying to digest Lord's words.

She looked at Lord's somewhat anxious expression, and recalled Volame's appearance. She felt that he did have great potential and needed guidance.

She tried to apply Lord's description to the elves' training of outstanding descendants, but she always felt that it was still a little different.

The elf elders would also teach carefully, but they would never be as attentive to every detail as Lord.

However, she could understand the word sense of responsibility.

After all, wasn't it because she felt that Volame was a special case with potential that she was willing to spend far more time and energy than before to teach him?

Although the methods are different, to some extent, it seems... a little bit similar?

In other words, Volame is also his daughter?

Um.

Still can't understand.

"So you treat her preferentially because you think she's a daughter who needs care?" Celie concluded.

"Right, that is it."

In response to Lord's affirmation, Celie remained silent, as if she was weighing the credibility of his explanation.

Finally, she said "hmm" softly, which was considered as a reluctant acceptance of this statement.

The unhappy atmosphere that lingered around her also dissipated a lot.

"I understand."

Her tone returned to its usual coldness, but Lord was keenly aware that the doubt in the depths of her eyes had not subsided.