Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

He was a famous general among the demons, second only to the Seven Collapse Sages. How could he actually be conquered by the other side?

"I'm fine." Volame shook her head. She was fine. "It's just that I used up a bit of magic power. I'll be fine after a while. Let's go check on the villagers first."

Ella nodded and helped Volame to lean against the tree.

She looked around and saw that the battle was basically over.

The remaining demons lost morale after Balzat's death and began to flee.

The village also paid a heavy price.

Nearly half of the tree houses were destroyed, many elves' corpses were scattered on the ground, and the air was filled with the smell of blood.

An atmosphere of sadness enveloped the surviving elves.

Ella's eyes swept across the faces, and finally, her gaze stopped at the base of a large tree not far away that was half burned by flames.

There, a small figure was curled up.

She was an ordinary-looking elf girl.

Her long white hair, as clean as the first snow, was disheveled, covering part of her face. Her white dress was covered in dust and bloodstains, which could not be identified whether they belonged to her or someone else.

What made Ella's heart tighten the most was her eyes.

That wasn't the look a child who had just seen their home destroyed should have.

No fear, no crying, no surviving

There is only confusion.

She just curled up there quietly, hugging her knees with her hands, burying her little face in her arms, revealing only a pair of calm green eyes.

Volame also noticed the girl.

She stood up and walked over slowly.

Perhaps it was some subtle feeling from the magician, or perhaps it was simply out of curiosity that made her make the fateful move.

She walked up to the girl and slowly squatted down: "Don't be afraid, it's okay now."

The girl still kept her head down and did not respond.

Volame hesitated for a moment, then reached out and gently brushed away the girl's messy white hair, revealing her complete little face.

It was an extremely delicate face, but now it was covered with dust.

There was no emotion in those green pupils, they just looked at Volame indifferently.

Volame's heart was gently touched.

She was too familiar with this look.

A self-protective isolation after experiencing great trauma.

Just like myself back then.

"What's your name?" Volame asked gently.

The girl's long eyelashes trembled, and her green eyes finally focused on Volame's face.

She looked at Volame quietly for a few seconds, as if confirming something.

Then, a voice that was calm without any ups and downs sounded softly:

"Flillian."

This name was like a small stone, instantly causing ripples in Volame's heart.

In Volame's perception, Fulilian in front of him was undoubtedly a qualified magician.

It’s a pity that the opponent was defeated and his magic power was basically exhausted.

Fulilian's eyes were fixed on Volame's face, and her green eyes, which had just ignited a glimmer of light, were full of confusion.

She looked at Volame, the human magician who had just killed Balzac and saved the remaining villagers, and asked that question with all her strength:

"Why...why are you so strong?"

Her voice was extremely weak, yet filled with an inexplicable stubbornness.

Long before Volame and Ella arrived, Fulilian had fought against Balzac once.

But she was completely unable to stop the other party from slaughtering the villagers here.

The other party even used some means to defeat him at the critical moment. The reason why he did not kill him immediately was that he wanted him to watch with his own eyes that this village was completely destroyed from this world.

From that moment on, Fulilian's heart fell into deep despair.

It was not until the divine soldiers of Volame descended from the sky that a glimmer of hope was rekindled.

Volame was slightly startled, then revealed a frank smile.

She shook her head slightly, her eyes meeting Fulilian's. "Strong? No, Fulilian, I'm far from strong."

The confusion in Fulilian's eyes deepened.

She couldn't understand why the man who was able to kill Balzac said that he was not strong enough?

In her vision, the human magician in front of her was undoubtedly very powerful.

"Can you see it?" Looking at the clear confusion in Fulilian's eyes, Volame seemed to have suddenly thought of something and was a little surprised.

Could this girl in front of me be able to sense my magical aura?

Now Volame has begun to create magic to disguise his magical aura. Although it has just begun, he can already barely restrain some of it in his body without showing it.

But it seems that this little disguise of mine has been seen through by the white-haired elf in front of me?

Volame was not sure, so he asked tentatively.

“It’s just a hunch.”

"Intuition?" Volame muttered to himself.

The white-haired elf in front of him seemed to possess extraordinary magical talent.

Volame didn't say anything else, but just stretched out his hand. Instead of touching Fulilian's body, he spread his palm in front of him, palm facing up, as if showing some invisible power.

"Can you see it?"

"The magic power is shaking." Fulilian answered honestly.

Some of his suspicions were confirmed. Volame looked directly at Fulilian and asked, "Can you still stand up?"

Fulilian shook her head with difficulty.

This simple action seemed to have exhausted all her strength, and fine beads of cold sweat oozed from her forehead.

"I can't move." There was a sense of complete powerlessness in Fulilian's voice.

She tried to move her body, and immediately felt a piercing pain in her abdomen, which made her face even paler.

It was not until then that Volame suddenly noticed the dark red patch that was still expanding on Fulilian's white dress.

That wasn't someone else's blood at all.

Because the dark red color had not expanded before, Volame initially thought that the girl's clothes were stained with someone else's blood, but as the girl's body began to move, blood began to flow out.

Volame immediately leaned forward and asked, "Are you hurt?!"

She carefully lifted the bloodstained corner of her clothes and saw a wound on the girl's flat white belly that was so deep that the bone could be seen.

The edges of the wound were rolling and fresh blood was constantly flowing out, which was obviously caused by some powerful magical impact.

The skin around the wound was an abnormal purple-black color, and it seemed that some kind of corrosive dark magic still remained, which could not be easily suppressed even with the use of magic.

All of Fulilian's previous calmness was forced out by the double torture of this intense pain and the exhaustion of magic power.

Her body was already on the verge of collapse.

"Tsk!" Volame felt annoyed by his carelessness.

She didn't even notice the other person's serious injuries at the first time.

Without any hesitation, Volame immediately mobilized the little magic power left in his body.

She held both hands above the wound on Fulilian's abdomen, a soft white light emanating from her palms, which was the divine healing magic.

Although she was not specialized in this field, as Lord's disciple, she still knew some basic healing magic.

The warm light fell on Fulilian's wound like a substance.

The wound began to heal slowly, and the remaining dark magic was also purified bit by bit. The amount of blood flowing out was visibly reduced.

However, it is not enough.

Those corrosive dark magics cannot be completely eliminated by Volame's healing magic alone. A sufficiently powerful priest must be found to do so.

Seeing Fulilian so weak that she could barely breathe, Volame took off his relatively clean robe without hesitation and covered her with it.

Then, without saying anything, he squatted down, exerted force with his arms, and carried Fulilian on his back.

"let me go."

The pain of her body being moved made Fulilian let out a suppressed cry.

What made it even more unbearable for her was the close contact of being carried on a human's back.

The indifference and alienation in the nature of the elves, as well as the huge shock she had just experienced, made her instinctively resist the approach and contact of strange humans.

She subconsciously wanted to struggle.

"Don't move!" Volame's voice was filled with undeniable strength. "Your injuries are severe. You must receive more comprehensive treatment immediately. I will take you away."

Fulilian's struggle was extremely weak. Excessive blood loss and depleted magic power made her barely have the strength to even lift a finger.

Her resistance seemed so futile in front of Volame.

She could only lie stiffly on Volame's not-so-broad back, feeling his warm body temperature and his faint fragrance lingering on her nose.

This strange feeling made her extremely uncomfortable, and her pale cheeks even turned an abnormally red due to weakness.

Volame could clearly feel the stiffness of the body on her back, but she didn't care.

She shouted to Ella who was helping the villagers, "Sister Ella, she is seriously injured. We must take her to another place for treatment immediately."

Ella turned around when she heard the voice and saw the white-haired elf girl on Volame's back and the white bloodstains on her dress. She nodded and said, "Okay! I know there's a human city nearby. Follow me!"