Cleaning Magic

"Stop! Stop!"

Li Yan interrupted his grandmaster, Serie's, reverie and began to explain. If Serie continued, he himself would start to believe that he was truly keeping two female celebrities as mistresses.

"Grandmaster, Aura is my cat, and Line is my human servant."

Li Yan's explanation made Serie suddenly realize something, and she looked at Li Yan as if she were a pervert.

"I never imagined that you, A Yan, would become like this after a thousand years. Without Flamme's restraint, you really have become a womanizer."

Serie spoke slowly, a hint of helplessness on her face, which left the already bewildered Li Yan completely dumbfounded.

"No, Grandmaster! They really are just my pets!"

Li Yan hurriedly offered an explanation.

"I know! I understand! No need for introductions, I get along with young people like you. Although I, your Grandmaster, don't like going out, I've seen plenty of people like you."

Serie waved her hand understandingly. She could understand; most people at Li Yan's level couldn't resist temptation. It was inevitable that someone without self-control would be subdued by temptation.

"No, Grandmaster! Let me explain, Junior Sister, please help me!"

Seeing his Grandmaster lost in her fantasy, Li Yan looked to Frieren for help. At this moment, only his Junior Sister could clear his name. As a man, the most important thing was undoubtedly his innocence.

"Senior brother! I finally understand why you raised Aura and Line."

Frieren looked at Li Yan thoughtfully. A thousand years ago, her senior brother started raising Demons, female Demons at that. So that's when her senior brother developed this hobby.

Pets are just an excuse. Who knows, my senior brother might suddenly become a beast and turn his so-called pet into a Fiji Fiji to vent his raging fire.

"Ah?"

Fern blinked, looking incredulously in her Godfather's direction. Had her Godfather always viewed Lady Aura and Line this way?

Is it possible that my Godfather might also have a secret he's hiding from me...?

Thinking of this, Fern blushed and looked at Li Yan with a hint of anticipation.

"You're kidding me!"

Seeing that explanations were useless, and even his Junior Sister, who stayed at home, was being led astray, Li Yan forcefully interrupted Frieren's fantasy with a slap on the head. Frieren, feeling wronged, touched her head and sat down on her own soft sofa.

Serie sipped her grape juice with ice, gently stroking the cat Aura's head, and lightly lifted her jade-like paw, letting it land on Li Yan's lap as if released.

"A Yan, give me a massage!"

"Grandmaster!"

"Um?"

"Okay."

Serie stared indifferently, and Li Yan had no choice but to obediently begin massaging her. There was nothing he could do; his Grandmaster was of a higher generation, and Li Yan believed in respecting his teachers.

Grandmaster's small feet were as white as sweet ice cream. Although Grandmaster was thousands of years old, his delicate skin was like a jade lotus root just emerging from the mud, which could only be admired from afar and not touched.

Gently stroking it, the smooth feel evokes a myriad of fantasies. Such legs should only exist in heaven, rarely seen on earth. This massage is priceless, only a beautiful woman's words can evoke such feelings.

Serie squinted her eyes slightly. The grape juice had a refreshing and pleasant taste with a rich grape aroma. With the addition of ice, it was even more refreshing. When she first tasted it, she could feel that its sweet and sour ratio was just right, neither too sour nor too sweet.

This sweet and sour balance gives a refreshing feeling, like a cool breeze blowing on a hot summer day, and you happen to be wearing a miniskirt, feeling that free breeze is absolutely wonderful.

"Um?"

The grape juice was delicious, but the leg massage suddenly got a little outrageous, with an intensity that sent me soaring to heaven.

Li Yan employed the unparalleled massage techniques of the male protagonist in "KonoSuba: KonoSuba: God's Blessing on This Wonderful World!!", each finger playing like a piano piece, as if performing the world-famous "Symphony of Fate," its stirring melody and powerful rhythm seemingly showcasing a spirit of defying fate.

It's also somewhat like playing the simple yet moving melody of "Canon," bringing a sense of ease and comfort.

"A Yan!"

Serie blushed slightly and called out softly, her snow-white feet awkwardly taking off Li Yan's lap.

"What is it now, Grandmaster?"

Li Yan chuckled and scratched his head innocently. To be able to make even his Grandmaster, a thousand-year-old Elf, unable to stand it, this finger technique is truly worthy of his many years of study.

"You, you, you've fallen!"

Unable to think of a way to reprimand her perverted grand-disciple after a long while, Serie snorted and looked at him with a hint of contempt.

Li Yan rolled his eyes as he was scolded by his Grandmaster for no reason. All he had done was practice a piano piece, and his Grandmaster was already like this. He hadn't even shown his true skills yet, which only showed that his Grandmaster was still too weak.

Sure enough, Elves are all simple-minded creatures, even ancient Elves that are thousands of years old.

"By the way, Fern, what magic did you and your Grandmaster request?"

Li Yan asked Fern, who was sitting to the side sipping grape juice, with curiosity.

"It's a legendary magic that supposedly appeared in the Mythical Era, Godfather."

Fern proudly took out his staff, wanting to let Li Yan test it out.

"Oh?"

A hint of anticipation appeared on Li Yan's face. He was very curious about the legendary magic from the Mythical Era. Although he knew from the original story that it was a magic for washing clothes, Li Yan wanted to witness it with his own eyes.

"Godfather, it's magic that can easily remove stains from clothes, just like this."

With a wave of her staff, Fern made Li Yan's slightly stained clothes instantly clean. The magic easily removed the stains, and the clothes even smelled of flowers.

"Wow, that's amazing!" Frieren, her eyes widening in surprise.

"Ah... my most precious magic..."

Serie looked distressed.

[P. S., thank you for the gifts, dear readers. Although I only earn twenty yuan a day, barely making ends meet, I will try my best to finish writing this month's chapters. I hope you can have pity on me and give me a small free gift, or even just a little something to help me out of my book drought.]