Frieren Sheds Tears

Hearing Celia's words, Li Yan's heart was filled with turmoil. Even Celia, who had lived for thousands of years, was helpless. As a great mage of the mythical era, Celia was at the top of the magic pyramid. The fact that even such an ancient mage who had lived for so many years could not effectively remove the 'colorless funeral' poison was enough to demonstrate the destructive and lethal nature of this poison.

Seemingly sensing that Li Yan was upset, Frieren gently bit her lower lip and patted Li Yan's back lightly.

"Senior brother, it's alright, Fern will be fine."

Comforted by his Junior Sister, Li Yan looked up at the ceiling. He dared not look at Fern's pale face again. She was only a teenager, yet she had already been poisoned by a drug that was ranked among the most banned drugs in the world.

"Um."

Li Yan wiped away her tears.

Recently, Lionheart King declared war on all nations, announcing the existence of Li Yan. The nations have been plunged into panic and suspicion. To wage war against all nations for the sake of a woman is simply child's play. Even in a novel, no one would be willing to write it like this. After all, any author who writes such a plot must be a complete failure.

But when the Lionheart King's army gathered at the nearest Kingdom, that Holy Sword cleaved through the city walls, and with a single stroke, all the soldiers turned to blood. Only then did the world realize what it meant for a beautiful woman to perish, for the Kingdom to be destroyed, and for a single sword to annihilate an army of ten thousand.

All high-ranking officials of the Kingdom suspected of assassinating Fern were subjected to a violent search using Memory Magic. The armies of the various kingdoms attempted to resist, but no army or magical force could withstand a Space Magic user wielding Holy Sword.

In half a month, more than twenty Kingdoms among the various states were completely destroyed, and the remaining countries all bowed down and submitted. However, Li Yan, who was already bloodthirsty, paid no attention to this. He developed Space Magic to a new limit. With the mobility of the super-large Spatial Gate, Li Yan led a million- Lionheart army to rampage through the remaining Kingdoms, killing only the Royal Family and powerful Nobles, and sparing no commoners.

A new era is about to begin. The storms of bloodshed have passed, and a new rainbow will surely follow. This world has only two words: Lionheart.

The Lionheart Kingdom has completely unified the world, and any dissenting voices have been silenced. After cleaning up the trash, Li Yan dragged his tired body back to the Royal Capital Castle.

Serie looked at Li Yan with a complicated expression. She now understood Fern's position in Li Yan's heart. The rumor that she was a woman capable of destroying the world had been completely confirmed. Fern had become a significant figure in history. This was the first shot fired by the Lionheart Kingdom to unify the world.

"Are all the masterminds behind the assassination of Fern dead?"

Frieren, resting her chin on her hand, asked. She had raised Fern from a young age, and her affection for Fern was second only to that for Li Yan.

"He's dead. They targeted Fern as a potential First-Class Mage for assassination."

Li Yan spoke indifferently. That group of people obviously did not expect the consequences of assassinating Fern to be so serious. The entire clan was wiped out, the clansmen cursed, the clansmen were filled with remorse, and even their friends were implicated. It was a true extermination of ten clans.

"Should we wake Fern up? We can't delay any longer; if we do, his condition will become incurable."

Serie asked aloud.

"Yes, wake her up. I want to say a few more words to Fern."

Li Yan gently held Fern's slightly cold hand, her eyes filled with tenderness.

"Well..."

Serie sighed softly, and a ray of green light entered the sleeping Fern's mind. As streams of Mana flowed in, Fern's fingers twitched slightly. Li Yan watched nervously. With an even more powerful Mana injected into him, Fern slowly opened his eyes.

"The magic will wear off in three minutes, hurry!"

Serie sighed, shook her head, and walked out of the room.

"Fern!"

Li Yan nervously approached Fern, his hands trembling slightly. It was his fault; he should have unified the country sooner instead of settling down at home and researching magic.

"Fern, are you alright? Did you feel unwell in your dream?"

Frieren reached out and gently stroked Fern's face.

"Godfather... Lady Frieren... It's so good to see you all again..."

Fern spoke weakly, a faint smile on his face.

Hearing Fern's weak voice, tears streamed down Li Yan's face. He was already losing control of his emotions. This was the princess he had planned to protect for the rest of his life, but he never expected that a single oversight would cause such a consequence. Even if he destroyed all the kingdoms and killed their Kings, he could not restore Fern's health.

"Fern, trust your Godfather. Your Godfather will ensure you live a healthy life. You just need to sleep it off. When you wake up, you'll be perfectly healthy again."

Li Yan looked at Fern with a hoarse voice, her heart aching.

Fern nodded gently, weakly raising his arm to lightly stroke Li Yan's face. "Godfather, you have dark circles under your eyes. You need to rest well these days."

Li Yan felt Fern's gentle caress. Only at this moment did he feel that Fern was truly still by his side, with her familiar voice, familiar touch, and familiar face.

"Lady Frieren, please take good care of yourself too. My Godfather is usually quite impulsive; could you please take good care of Godfather for me?"

Fern looked in Frieren's direction, a gentle expression on his face.

"Fern, don't worry, I will definitely take good care of my senior brother."

Frieren nodded earnestly, her eyes involuntarily welling up with tears. She couldn't help but recall Fern's growth from childhood to adulthood: his diligent study of magic, his yearning for recognition, his joyful expression while eating cake...

A tear rolled down Frieren's face. Despite her slow-to-express emotions, she could no longer control the tears, which wet her face.

(P. S., let's celebrate the finale tomorrow, everyone!)