I asked you to draw what you like, but you drew the funeral of Fulilian

[But who is the person who is mumbling about the disciple she accepted on a whim in this garden surrounded by flower fields, Celia. ]

[The arrogant master always has a smile on her face when she talks about her disciple. ]

[The master's tone is really gentle when she talks about Flame. ]

In the picture.

One hand holds the little girl's hand and slowly sends it forward, as if escorting a young girl.

Flame smiled and turned around and ran forward. She walked in front and slowly stopped and put her hands behind her back like a little adult.

"She took advantage of my short life that was equivalent to nothing." Celia said.

The camera looked at the young Flame walking in front from Celia's perspective.

"She became the founder of human magic."

Hearing what Celia said about Flame, Furlian said, "The teacher always makes decisions quickly."

Furlian thought of the journey with her teacher Flame, "It was as if something was urging her."

In the picture.

Young Flame walked in front, her body seemed to be somewhat transparent and blurred. She suddenly saw something and ran forward.

On the ground, the yellowed fallen leaves and green-leaved ferns were dense.

"Human life is limited." Celia said to Furlian, who was also an elf behind her and had a cold and ignorant feeling.

"They are closer to death than us."

A pair of feet wearing old shoes from ancient times, with obviously blurred feet stepping on them.

Young Flame put her hands behind her back, holding the white flower in her hand.

She stood quietly on the edge of the cliff full of white flowers, looking at the sunset in front of her.

"In life," Celia began to talk about the humans she knew, "there are several moments when important decisions must be made."

"And they can't put these decisions off until later."

In the picture, the orange-red ponytail of young Flame flutters in the wind.

It's like going against the wind and being independent in the years.

[The founder of human magic is Flame, and she is also a true great man. ]

["Ten thousand years is too long, seize the day!!!"]

In the forest.

The light shines through the dense branches and leaves.

"It doesn't matter if we postpone things for one or two hundred years." Celia said, "Even if we don't care for a thousand years, there won't be any problem."

Celia and Flillian walked on the path in the forest one after the other, "After all, our time is close to eternity."

The orange sun is still on the distant mountain top, shining on the end of this cliff.

"Flillian." Celia walked to the end of the cliff, looked at the scenery in the distance, and said, "Since humans created achievements that can be called civilization."

"It has been a long time." Celia's long golden hair fluttered in the wind.

Behind her, Flillian, with white hair scattered behind her, followed.

Looking at a small town in the distance ahead.

"From now on." Celia looked at the small town and could predict that "the times will accelerate."

Flillian heard it, with no emotion on her face, but just blinked in ignorance.

"It only takes a thousand years." As Celia's voice sounded, "The era of humans will come."

In the picture, there appeared a dwarf with a white cloak and blue hair, one tall and one short on both sides, a red cloak and a helmet, and a monk wearing glasses.

The three of them passed by the town and found Flillian, who was wearing white clothes and distinguishing herbs.

Xin Meier extended his hand and invited Flillian to accompany him.

Celia's golden hair fluttered back and forth, shining brightly under the setting sun.

"Humans will surpass us elves."

In the picture.

Fulilian has put on a white robe with gold edges, holding her suitcase, and sitting in the carriage with Xinmeier on the way back.

Fulilian, sitting in the carriage, seemed to have sensed something and looked at Xinmeier beside her.

He put his hands on his knees and smiled proudly at the front.

"Don't neglect your exercise, Fulilian." Celia looked into the distance, narrowed her eyes and smiled to remind the young Fulilian.

In the picture.

The legs that resisted took a step back, Xinmeier held the sword and gritted his teeth to resist the attack of the monster on the opposite side.

A ray of light shot from Xinmeier's back, and a monster fell to the ground.

Xinmeier turned his head and gave a thumbs up to Fulilian.

Fulilian retracted the Half Moon Staff, stood on the ground and quietly looked at Xinmeier and Aize and Zain behind him.

"If someone can kill you." Celia looked into the distance and said to Fulilian behind her, "It must be the Demon King."

In the picture, Ende in the far north appeared, and Fulilian and Xinmeier stood together and looked at the Demon King's Castle.

Celia turned around and turned her back to the sunset,Smiling at Fulilian, "Or it could be a human magician."

Celiai finished.

A figure standing on a cliff appeared in the picture. From a distance, he was wearing a black cloak and holding a wooden staff.

It seemed to have purple hair.

[Fei Lun: It was me. ]

Looking at Celia standing in the sunset, Fulilian looked up and smiled.

"It's really exciting." Fulilian looked at the sunset in front of her, walked past Celia and walked forward, "Celiai."

Celiai glanced at Fulilian beside her.

Fulilian put her hands behind her back, just like Flame back then, she looked at the sunset in front of her and sighed: "From now on."

"I can see many magicians."

"I have seen all kinds of magic."

Celiai turned her back to her eyes and looked at this young elf who was half a head shorter than her.

The light sprinkled on Fulilian, her face was shining, and she looked forward with hope in her eyes.

[This scene is quite artistic, Fu Fu faces the sun, while the master faces away from the sun~]

[It looks like Flamme back then.]

[Facing the sun and facing the shade, implying that the two have different ideas.]

The picture gradually turns white.

The background music becomes exciting.

Fulilian flies into the air, looking at the gray-white self in front of her who is attacking with a half-moon staff.

The ‘Destruction Thunder Magic’ condenses in front of Fulilian.

Fulilian has not yet defended, but a smile appears on her face.

The clone “Flilian” narrowed her eyes.

Fulilian turned sideways, revealing the magic light behind her that had gathered and attacked.

[Ah! It’s Philen!]

‘Teng~!’ The light shot straight at her, at an extremely fast speed, with the magic power of the breath of destruction, breaking through the air and bombarding.

The attack range of the ‘murder magic’ is very large, and the clone “Flilian” is completely swallowed up.

Fulilian barely avoided the attack and dodged backwards.

The white magic light shone on Fulilian's face.

A proud smile bloomed on the corners of her mouth, and her eyes became sharper.

This was a huge range, and it was a "killing magic" that Fren used all his magic to attack.