Fulilian: The Little Master Who Doesn't Understand Love

"Celiai, I have something to tell you about Eric."

Celie paused, turned her head, her eyes slightly confused. "Eric? Come to think of it, I haven't heard anything about him in over a decade, even though he was quite active before."

Thirty years ago, two humans appeared on this continent, adventuring together and teaching magic.

These two people are Norn and Eric.

Among them, Norn told the people in every village along the way about his idea of ​​creating the first human country, so he was called Holy King Norn.

Eric taught the magic he learned to others without reservation and earned the title of sage.

At that time, someone wanted to call him a great sage, but Eric refused.

The other party knew that only Lord could be worthy of being a true great sage.

And I am just someone who borrows the other party's knowledge and continues the other party's will.

At that time, the two were quite famous in this continent, and even Celie had heard of them.

But fifteen years ago, Celie hadn't heard any news about Eric.

She originally thought that the other party should stay with Norn and help him build the human country, but now it seems that this is not the case.

"Have you ever heard of the name of the first Demon King, Asmodeus?"

Celia nodded.

The other party's name is very famous. Not to mention her, all the races on this continent that are not particularly isolated from the news have heard of the other party's name.

Even in some races, just mentioning the other person's name can stop a crying child from crying.

"Could it be?" Celie seemed to have suddenly thought of something and looked at Lord with an unbelievable look.

Eric had disappeared fifteen years ago, and the demon king Asmodeus had also appeared fifteen years ago, which made it hard for Celie not to be suspicious.

"Yes." Lord admitted Celie's guess, "Eric is the first demon king Asmodeus."

He told Celia as clearly as possible what he had heard from Norn about Eric and how he had been corrupted.

After hearing this, Celie fell silent.

It's not that she is completely insensitive to human emotions, but her long life as an elf often makes her completely isolate herself from certain emotions, thus showing an almost cold objectivity and indifference.

She tilted her head slightly, as if digesting the information. There was not much expression on her face, but she seemed to be thinking about something.

"So," she began, her voice calm, "he's now the Demon King, a dangerous being that will bring danger to the world?"

"You could say that," Lord tried to defend his former companion, "but he's also a victim. It was the goddess's power that twisted and eroded him."

"So what are you going to do?" Celie asked directly, "Find him and then... kill him?"

Celie knew that Eric was beyond saving.

The goddess's corrosive power is so terrifying that unless you take action at the very beginning of the erosion, it will be too late.

Lord looked at her deeply and shook his head: "No, this matter needs to wait for Norn to decide."

"Norn?" Celie was a little surprised. "Why?"

"Because he is Eric's best friend. Although we are also his companions, I would rather get his choice in this matter."

He paused and added, "Besides, even if Norn made the same choice as you, I would let Kraft carry it out."

"Kraft?" Celie frowned slightly. "Can he finish it?"

Kraft is indeed very strong. As a warrior, he is one of the best among the elves.

But now, with the blessing of the goddess' power, Eric's strength has been improved to an unimaginable level.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to "convince" so many demons and become the well-deserved Demon King.

"Don't worry. I'll analyze the teleportation array used by the demons back then. When Kraft arrives at the Demon King's City, I'll personally take action!"

"Oh!" Miss Elf became interested. "What are you going to do? It sounds interesting."

"This is confidential for now."

"Tsk!" Celie was a little unhappy when she heard that the man didn't intend to tell her, but she didn't continue to ask. Instead, she remembered something and rarely showed a trace of sympathy.

"Isn't this too cruel to Kraft?"

It is undoubtedly a very cruel thing for a former boy who was polluted and twisted and became a demon king to be declared dead by the elves whom the other party regarded as their predecessor and hero.

This is true for both Kraft and Eric.

"This is a necessary sacrifice. Kraft still owes me a promise, so let this be used to offset it. Besides," his eyes suddenly became sharp, "I won't push the task of letting Eric rest in peace onto anyone else."

A glint of understanding flashed in Celie's eyes. "Then it seems you don't intend to enjoy the honor of saving the world again."

Killing the First Demon King and saving the world from his danger is indeed a great honor.

"No need!" Lord's tone was very calm, "I don't need this honor."

Celia didn't continue to persuade him, but her next words made Lord feel a chill in his heart.

Chapter 122 Let Miss Elf Understand Feelings

"Actually..." Celie's tone was almost innocent, yet eerily calm. "I'm wondering, if Eric could continue to live as the Demon King, allowing this chaos and threat to continue, wouldn't the world be more interesting?"

Lord stopped abruptly.

Celie didn't seem to notice that something was wrong with Lord and continued to tell the story.

“You see, a powerful demon king who possesses the power of a goddess will inevitably force all races to unite, thus starting a new war.

And in this war, magic will develop once again, just like the wars in the mythological era thousands of years ago.

And then fight, and keep fighting."

"Celiai, it's wrong for you to think like that." Lord turned around helplessly and used a little strength to knead the cheeks of the elf lady in front of him whose thoughts were slightly twisted.

"War isn't actually that fun. Countless lives will suffer and be destroyed because of it. Do you want the Elf Kingdom to experience the tragedy of the Elf Forest as well?"

Because of his participation, the kingdom of elves was saved from destruction by the demons.

But the decline of the elves is irreversible.

But it will not be like in later generations, where the elves are on the verge of extinction, but they will no longer have the glory of the past.

Miss Elf was silent.

She really didn't want the Elf Kingdom to experience such a tragedy.

Lord continued to persuade him, "And I believe Eric is also looking forward to being freed. Don't let your old friend continue to be tortured, Celie."

Celie was shocked by Lord's extremely serious tone.

Maybe this man is right?

She opened her mouth, as if wanting to argue, but she didn't know where to start. In the end, she just muttered softly, "But if one day in the future, you are not by my side, where will I go?"

Before meeting Lord, Celie loved this era of chaos among all races and also loved the current war.

But after meeting Lord, she found that going on adventures with him was also a very interesting thing.

But Lord was only a short-lived human being after all, with a lifespan of no more than a hundred years.

Once the other person is gone, how will she spend the long days ahead?

In the end, we can only return to the original idea.

War and chaos.

That was the best way for her to pass the boring life.

"It's okay!" Lord's voice softened. "I will always be by your side and won't go anywhere."

He knew that Celia had no ill intentions, but the elf's long life and weak emotions made her look at things too indifferently.

He had to make her understand human feelings, understand Eric's pain.

Only in this way can Miss Elf gradually understand human emotions.

"Eric is our partner. He once fought to protect us, but now he needs to rest in peace. Helping him end his pain is our best option."

After a moment of silence, Celie's eyes no longer held the initial thought, but were replaced by a kind of contemplation and a little confusion.

For the first time, she seemed to truly understand the weight of the human emotion in Lorde's words.

"I understand," she whispered finally. "Then I'll do as you say. Now let me go, you insolent man."

It seemed that the man was indeed angry, and he even increased his strength a bit, causing himself to feel a little pain.

How abominable.

I will remember this grudge.

Lord loosened his hand and looked at the slightly reddened cheeks on Celie's face caused by his pinching. He rubbed them with heartache, but was wiped away by the other's little hand.

The night is dark.

A small bonfire was lit in the open space.

The air was filled with the smell of burning branches and a faint hint of burnt food.

Celie sat cross-legged beside the campfire, staring at the figure beside the fire without blinking.

Lord was flipping the skewers in his hands with a bit of unfamiliarity. It had been a while since he had cooked, so he seemed flustered for a moment.

Celie thought back to a long time ago.

At that time, it was just him and me, no one else, and there was no fateful battle afterwards, just the two of them.

Now we are finally back to the starting point.

Celia was very happy in her heart, but she still looked unhappy.

"Hmph." Celie's nose twitched slightly, smelling the burnt smell in the air. She snorted in disgust without disguising herself, "Lord, are you burnt?"

Seeing those few pieces of poor gray-horned rabbit meat, the edges had turned black. Celie even believed without a doubt that these charred pieces and the dark erosion of the goddesses were enough to be feared.

Lord's hand paused, and a trace of embarrassment flashed across his face.

It's a bit embarrassing. I haven't cooked for a long time, especially after I got a pot. I rarely make skewers, so now I don't know how to make them.

This is not okay.