Serie

"Hey hey hey, godmother, why didn't you say so earlier? It was just a subconscious thought of mine—when I saw Grandmaster's majestic appearance, I imagined what kind of genius figures there could possibly be in this era to defeat such a powerful Grandmaster."

Li Yan pulled a long face, biting his lower lip lightly, his entire expression written with panic.

"Oh? Is that really so?"

The elf girl leaned in toward Li Yan with keen interest, looking into Li Yan's eyes as they instinctively avoided her gaze.

Through the natural detection of mana, Li Yan did not dare look at the elf girl before him whose mana was surging to the heavens; her body radiated mana fluctuations sufficient to destroy the world, completely different from the tsundere, contemptuous of everything, arrogant little brat appearance he had first glimpsed.

It was not just the mana fluctuations; Li Yan could even perceive tens of thousands of wailing voices upon her, and among those wailing voices, there were not only demons, humans, and monsters, but also various bizarre life forms.

"Grandmaster, as a noble, everything I just said came entirely from the bottom of my heart, and I harbor no disrespect toward you whatsoever. You are my godmother's teacher, and as the old saying goes, 'a teacher for a day is a mother for life'; since you are my godmother's teacher, you are equivalent to my godmother's mother, so how could I possibly be disrespectful to you, my grandmother?"

Li Yan lowered his head humbly, his body moving slightly closer toward Flamme's direction by a step; standing too close to the mana-surging Grandmaster, his tiny heart almost stopped from fright.

"Flattery, and besides, I am not your grandmother."

The elf girl was amused by Li Yan's words and couldn't help letting out a smile, but soon, the smile on her face turned into a look of scrutiny.

"Your mana intensity is so-so, but your physique is trained reasonably well. Your Family Secret Technique also has a certain uniqueness to it, except that your training in it is not yet adequate. If there is time, I can also guide you with magic."

Li Yan nodded in flustered awe, just like a little chick pecking at rice, not daring to act presumptuously in the slightest.

As his godmother Flamme's teacher, this grandmaster of his was the most powerful mage of the Mythical Era, belonging to that tiny fraction of individuals at the very apex of the pyramid. Her battle achievements were terrifying enough that the demons had already somewhat blurred the memory of them, and she had once been the absolute nightmare of the demons, being the magic user closest to the all-knowing and all-powerful Goddess in this continent.

Flamme gently stroked Li Yan's head, soothing his panicked inner self; she knew her adopted son well in her heart, knowing he should only have been momentarily playful, and he was definitely an obedient and sensible good child.

"I didn't expect that I'd still get to see a living fellow clansman; it really is quite rare."

The elf girl cast her gaze toward Frieren. Ever since a moment ago, Li Yan had not only been able to withstand her own mana oppression, but he had also shuffled in small steps toward Flamme; his physical body had already reached the level where it could ignore this kind of latent targeted oppressive mana impact, weak though that mana impact was.

Though his mana standard belonged to mediocrity, in this current era he undoubtedly belonged to the ranks of minor geniuses, yet minor geniuses who had not grown up were not true geniuses.

Li Yan's powerful physique might allow him to possess an even grander magical future on his future magical path.

All in all, as a disciple of Flamme, he already possessed a certain degree of qualification.

Frieren looked blankly at the arrogantly expressive elf girl; even though the opponent's sense of mana oppression was full-blown, she didn't show the slightest change in expression either, which caused a trace of boredom to rise upon the face of the elf girl who had wanted to see Frieren's reaction when facing such massive mana impact.

Having failed to startle Flamme's second disciple, her mood lost its previous buoyancy and seemed to carry a bit of petty anger as well. She returned barefoot back onto the throne brimming with the traces of history, looking lazily toward Flamme.

"Flamme, these two disciples of yours really are each quite different, and they've even stirred up quite a bit of interest in me."

Flamme smiled and stroked Frieren's head; she naturally knew her own disciples well in her heart, just as she naturally possessed a unique understanding of the teacher she had accompanied for a long time.

"Hey, you two fellows, do you want to take me as your master? That mediocre person Flamme cannot lead you onto the true path of a magic user, but I, Serie, can."

The elf girl Serie on the throne suddenly changed the subject, beginning to contend for disciples with her own pupil.

For her, anyone who had a certain level in the magical domain and could win her approval, she wanted to lead them onto a more brilliant magical path.

She was exceptionally clear on Flamme's level; if taught by Flamme, their strength would inevitably be a mere cup of water, whereas if taught by her, their strength would definitely be a vast ocean.

"Can I refuse, Grandmaster Grandmother?"

Li Yan hid weakly behind Flamme, saying in a small voice.

A black line rose upon the face of Serie seated on the throne; an elf of her age was actually called grandmother by someone.

Even though her age was enough to be Li Yan's great-great-great-great-great-... ancestor.

"You may."

Serie on the throne spoke amicably.

"I refuse!"

Frieren uttered mercilessly, her indifferent expression causing black lines to once again fill Serie on the throne; her white teeth were clenched tightly, and smiles no longer remained on her face either.

Flamme left, taking Frieren with her, because Frieren did not understand social pleasantries, did not understand politeness, did not understand respect, did not understand flattery, did not understand bootlicking, and did not understand courtesy—Serie was very irritated.

Li Yan stayed behind, not only because he understood politeness, but even more so because the moment he opened his mouth it was "grandmother, grandmother," which made Serie blossom with joy. She decided to train Li Yan thoroughly with magic, vastly enhancing his resistance capabilities against magic and his physical impact resistance.

Malice Detection Magic had already detected Li Yan's inner thought of wanting to spank her little bottom. As a magnanimous elf and Flamme's master, she would attentively satisfy Li Yan.

"Flamme, you're saying that holy sword was pulled out by your disciple Li Yan?"

Inside a room filled with magical archives and classics, Serie wore a look of disbelief, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly—that little brat was able to pull out the Holy Sword of Destiny?

As a figure from the Mythical Era, that holy sword was unimaginable; the great might it wrought was perhaps the natural enemy of magic users... no, the natural enemy of all demons and monsters.

"It seems to be the case. I just took A Yan along with a try-it-and-see attitude."

Mentioning Li Yan, a trace of gentleness flashed across Flamme's face.