Dreaming

Li Yan felt a pang of worry. He gently stroked Frieren's arm, which had been turned to gold. The hard texture and the gleaming gold made him feel both heartache and amusement.

Why are you touching my hand?

Frieren frowned as she stared at the masked man who kept touching her golden arm. She felt that the man in front of her was particularly strange, and there was a strange sense of familiarity about him.

"Ahem, Frieren, how long has your arm been golden? Is there still no way to remove it?"

Li Yan removed his hand from Frieren's golden arm and began to inquire about the details of Frieren's golden arm, since he couldn't undo the Diagoldze.

"No, it's been decades. I've gotten used to it. It might take decades more to find a solution."

Frieren squatted down nonchalantly, holding up her golden arm, which still felt a bit heavy. She felt her arm was heavy every time she slept, and she could only eat with one hand. Living was more troublesome than losing an arm.

"Aren't you going to ask Serie for help?"

Li Yan asked gently. It had been a very long time since he had been this close to Frieren. It seemed that ever since Flamme was sealed away, he had begun to improve his own strength, research magic, and start searching for Lifespan Magic...

"Don't tell Grandmaster. I can handle this myself. I'll go back to Grandmaster after I've finished."

Frieren spoke somewhat flusteredly, not wanting her Grandmaster to know about her embarrassing moment—being so afraid of powerful Demons that she naturally turned to staying home and did so for decades at a time.

"Honestly, there's a much easier way to solve it, but they insist on finding the most cumbersome method."

Li Yan couldn't help but sigh softly. He longed to hug this strong Elf girl in front of him, gently whisper in her ear, and tell her, "You don't need to work so hard anymore, I'll take care of you."

"Let's go back to the Royal Capital and have that guy who cast the Diagoldze cast it a few more times for you. By studying his magical concepts, you can speed up your research into the magic to undo the gold transformation from your golden arm."

Li Yan removed the mask and gently placed it into the Alternate Space Storage Magic. Looking at how miserable Frieren was after leaving him, Li Yan only wanted to give Frieren a little comfort at this moment and a warm hug. Although Flamme was sealed, her senior brother was still there.

As the mask was removed, Frieren involuntarily raised her head to look at the face beneath it. A familiar and handsome face appeared before her, and she froze on the spot for a long while before finally uttering, "You look like someone I know."

"Junior Sister, come home with me..."

Li Yan gently hugged Frieren and held her in his arms.

Holding a man who looked exactly like her senior brother when he was young, Frieren's eyes widened, and she was completely bewildered.

"I must be dreaming..."

Frieren murmured to herself, her senior brother already had white hair, having died along with the Demons hundreds of years ago.

Perhaps it's because of the recent battle with the Phantom Demon. Those despicable Phantom Demon love to use illusion magic to disguise themselves as people who are most important to humanity in order to hunt. Last time, they transformed into the appearance of Flamme and his senior brother.

Frieren thought it was perfectly natural, feeling like she was still dreaming. Otherwise, how could she wake up to find her senior from her younger days knocking on the door and hugging her with concern?

After sorting out her thoughts, Frieren made a rational choice: to take advantage of her sweet dream to tell her senior brother about the hardships she had endured over the years.

"Waaaaah... Senior brother, I miss you so much! Those Demons are so terrifying! Just one spell and my arm turned into a heavy piece of gold. I don't dare go back to Grandmaster; Grandmaster 'll scold me."

Frieren couldn't help but shed tears, and snot involuntarily streamed down her cute little nose. As if feeling free to do whatever she wanted in her dream, Frieren decisively flicked the snot onto Li Yan's shoulder.

Li Yan intended to gently soothe Frieren's emotions, but when he glanced at her and saw Frieren wiping her snot on her clothes, he fell silent.

Frieren cried for a long time, her tears and snot making Li Yan's new clothes a mess. Li Yan could only smile wryly and gently pat Frieren's back.

After a while, Frieren calmed down, and Li Yan breathed a sigh of relief. After putting on Frieren's small staff, Space Magic was instantly activated, spanning hundreds of kilometers. Relying on the spatial anchor point, Li Yan accurately returned to the Royal Capital.

"Wow, that's amazing! Your Space Magic has become even more powerful, Senior Brother!"

Frieren couldn't help but admire him; she hadn't expected her senior brother from her dreams to be so powerful, able to return to the Royal Capital in just a moment.

"Young master, welcome back."

"Lord Frieren!"

Xiao Wu and Xiao Xue called out softly with smiles, and Solitär smiled as well.

"Young master, welcome back."

Macht was dressed in a dark green Noble suit, with a dark blue coat draped over his left shoulder. His long, purplish-red hair was exceptionally free-flowing, and two large demon horns adorned his forehead.

"He has the air of a butler, very nice, Macht."

Li Yan couldn't help but praise.

"You... you... how did you end up in my dream? It was supposed to be a beautiful dream..."

Frieren instinctively hid behind Li Yan. The Macht in front of her was the Demons she had feared most for decades. In the blink of an eye, she was instantly killed by his Diagoldze.

"Senior brother, kill him quickly! He's Demons!"

Frieren pointed a trembling finger at Macht and whispered. She hated him, not only because he was Demons, but also because he had almost killed her last time, crushing her like a blade of grass, doing whatever he pleased.

"Junior Sister, don't be afraid. He's our steward now. He won't hurt you; on the contrary, he'll protect you."

Li Yan knelt down and gently stroked Frieren's head. Her smooth white hair was a little tangled, probably because she hadn't tidied it up after waking up. Li Yan gently soothed Frieren's panic, and as if sensing Li Yan's gentleness, Frieren calmed down.

Everything before her eyes was just a dream... The Demons before her was merely an illusion in the dream. As Demons, he should have been on the northern border, where there was a strong defense barrier and the empire's strongest magic organization stationed. He couldn't have crossed such a long distance to appear here. Thinking of this, Frieren became more and more certain.

The appearance of Xiao Wu and Xiao Xue further confirmed Frieren's guess. After all, she had witnessed Xiao Wu and Xiao Xue being sealed away hundreds of years ago, so how could they appear in front of her now, safe and sound?

The appearance of the senior brother from his youth, the resurrected Xiao Wu and Xiao Xue, the Demons Macht who became the senior brother's butler, and Solitär who was with Macht, are all impossible things to do, not even Goddess could do them.

Everything before my eyes is just a dream, a mixture of good and bad dreams...