Sleepy

"Does this subordinate think we should inform the Ancestor?"

Lionheart Hidden Guards made a tentative inquiry.

What do you think?

Lionheart King glanced at his guards, a hint of worry on his face. He was a monarch born for peace and entertainment, but he had been drawn into the Kingdom's war during the Demons race's decline.

The Lionheart Hidden Guards dared not utter a sound, kneeling on the ground silently, awaiting the Lionheart King's command.

"Pass down the order: the assassination operation begins. Since they intend to assassinate my Lionheart King, Lord Fern, then prepare for war."

"Anyone who assassinates the rulers of any nation, regardless of who it is, and any leader or relevant person who harbors any intention to harm the ancestors of Fern, shall be executed."

The Lionheart King spoke indifferently. He was already forty years old. When he was ten, he witnessed his father being hung up and whipped for several days and nights for angering the ancestor. In the ancestor's words, even if the sky fell, he would hold it up. If someone was timid and hesitant, no one could stop him from beating people.

"Yes!"

The Lionheart Hidden Guards responded and left.

In the empty study, Lionheart King couldn't help but sigh. He had made a bold decision this time, just to avoid being beaten and to protect a teenager, by assassinating the rulers of various countries ahead of time.

"The ancestors of Fern?"

Lionheart King pulled a photograph from his drawer. It was a family photo, showing all the senior members of the Family. In it, the young ancestor Fern was being held in the arms of the younger patriarch, who had a loving smile on his face.

"If the Ancestor knew, the various kingdoms might perish. However, that would be too drastic, and I don't like that."

Lionheart King sighed and put the photograph back in the drawer.

On a bright and sunny morning, a familiar voice rang out from outside Li Yan's room.

"A Yan, it seems like some cats and dogs have been bothering me lately. I'm thinking of staying at your place; it's quiet."

It's Celia, Grandmaster Celia is bothering us again.

Li Yan rubbed his ears in annoyance. His sweet dream had been disturbed, and he was helpless. After all, the other party was his Grandmaster. In his dream, he slapped Serie's bottom a few times. Li Yan rubbed his eyes and got up to wash up.

With Xiaoxue and Xiaowu attending to her, Li Yan walked comfortably into the living room, where she saw her grandmaster, Celia, sitting on the sofa stroking the sleeping cat, Awula.

"What kind of nobodies are they, Grandmaster? I'll go and beat them up."

Li Yan clenched her fists with an angry expression, standing up for her grandmaster, Serie.

"They're assassins. Even if A Yan is incredibly powerful, she can't possibly catch all of them. These annoying guys can't be killed off completely, so it's better to use this as an excuse to rest."

Serie looked relaxed and at ease, clearly unconcerned about the group of nobodies assassins. Perhaps she was just looking for an excuse to come here because she found them too annoying.

"Ugh, why have I never encountered something like that?"

Li Yan accepted the breakfast that Xiao Wu handed over with great interest: steamed buns and soy milk. The steamed buns were filled with beef, made from top-quality real beef from the southern grasslands, and the soy milk was made from the finest soybeans from the largest farm in the western region.

Serie rolled her eyes at Li Yan, "You actually want to encounter something like that, be assassinated? Those guys are risking their lives to kill you, even though they're weak, not even one ten-thousandth as strong as you, A Yan, just a bunch of ant-like assassins."

"Which country is so audacious? You are the president of the Magic Continent Association. Aren't they afraid that you might destroy their Kingdom in a fit of anger?"

Li Yan asked, her eyes wide.

"How could it be that exaggerated? I'm not even sure which country they're from. They've programmed their minds with a memory self-destruction device that will activate immediately even if they're captured alive, instantly blowing their heads off."

Serie spoke casually, gently stroking Aura's head. She was already somewhat used to assassins; over the past thousand years, many fools had come looking for trouble with her, but now the grass on their graves was almost ten meters high.

"Is there such a method? That's terrifying."

Li Yan couldn't help but sigh. Coincidentally, Frieren, carrying her sleeping pillow, walked out and sat down in front of Li Yan in a daze, clearly wanting Li Yan to comb her hair.

"Why is Grandmaster here? Are you feeling lonely and empty?"

Frieren, feeling sleepy, rested her head on Li Yan's lap. Li Yan sighed and waved to Xiao Xue. Recently, Frieren had been asking him to comb her hair. According to her, she liked the way her senior brother styled her hair.

"Frieren!"

Serie puffed out her cheeks and clenched her little fists tightly. It wasn't because she felt empty, lonely, or cold; she was just bored at the Magic Continent Association. It was much more interesting than A Yan's home, where there was not only delicious food but also fun things to do and Demons. It was much better than the environment where she dealt with official business every day.

"Oh, I said it without thinking."

Frieren blinked, becoming more awake from her drowsy state.

Li Yan chuckled as she tidied Frieren's hair, which had gotten prickly from sleeping. "Alright, Grandmaster must be bored at the Magic Continent Association. It's good that he comes to visit us cute little grand-disciples once in a while."

"Oh, oh."

Frillie puffed out her cheeks and glanced guiltily at Celia. She had accidentally blurted it out while sleepy, and wondered if she would be bullied by her grandmaster Celia.

Li Yan styled Frieren's hair into a trendy bun, then gently patted the drowsy Frieren to wake her up.

"Junior Sister, breakfast is ready. Eat your fill before you go to sleep."

Watching Li Yan gently wake Frieren, Serie frowned slightly. Frieren's life was something she envied every day; she was always being woken up to work, it was a world of difference.

"Damn it! A Yan, you were too gentle with Frieren. You should have used Water Magic to wake Frieren up. Sleeping in late is no good."

Serie offered her suggestion with a mischievous grin.

Li Yan shook her head. "Grandmaster, please stop teasing Frieren. She's still young."

"Small?"

Serie rolled her eyes at Li Yan, completely baffled by his idea. It was utterly ridiculous. Although Frieren might look like a naive elementary school student, she was actually a complete idiot, nearly a thousand years old, yet still acting like a child.

"Waaah..."

Frieren woke up from her sleep, her hair was fixed, and now it was time to wash up.

Still half asleep, she was pulled up by Xiao Wu and Xiao Xue and led to the bathroom. Seeing that Frieren was still holding a pillow before leaving, Li Yan reluctantly took the pillow away.

"Go away, go away, you need to bring your cushion with you to the bathroom."

Seeing the cushion being taken away, Frieren squinted and opened her eyes slightly. When she realized it was her senior brother, she had no choice but to leave with a pout.