Extra 1: Grandmaster Hates Fatherly Love

"Grandmaster, aren't you going back to work?"

Li Yan gently patted Serie, who was leaning against the windowsill gazing at the scenery outside.

"Isn't there Flamme? Why would I need to take over her job? I've been working for her for three thousand years already! That so-called Continental Magic Association she created is such a pain in the ass."

Serie frowned, looking displeased. Flamme, the founder of the Continental Magic Association, wasn't going back to work, but instead was asking her, an agent, to go instead.

"Flamme has just recovered and is not yet clear about the changes over the past three thousand years; she needs time to familiarize herself with them."

Li Yan gently spoke to Flamme. Not only Flamme, but also Fern needed to get acquainted with them. As for their parents, the maids and Royal Family descendants were there to help them get to know each other. It was a bit funny, though. Li Yan's father was completely bewildered looking at his descendants, who were already old enough to form an army, and Li Yan had to introduce them one by one. After all, they were all his descendants.

"A Yan, don't tease Grandmaster. I'll have Frieren show me around later so Grandmaster can rest at home."

Wearing an apron and holding a plate of pastries, Flamme, having just recovered, was particularly fond of making desserts, perhaps because the first food she ate was Macarons, whose sweet taste left a deep impression on her.

In her words, "Meeting A Yan again after a thousand years was sweet and Immortality."

Frieren lay sprawled on the sofa, waving her tiny white hands as she played with a fruit-cutting tablet. She blinked innocently, "Can I go too?"

"Lady Frieren, don't be so obsessed with your tablet! I caught you sneaking up at 3 a. m. last night to play Plants vs. Zombies!"

Little Fern, dressed in a snow-white princess dress, puffed out her cheeks as she lectured Frieren, who was much, much older than her. Due to the toxins and the Immortality Magic, her body would need to grow for about ten more years before she could revert to her Giant Piranha Plant form.

"I just wanted to play for a little while; I couldn't sleep at the time."

Frieren touched her two fingers together shyly, mainly because the recent Plants vs. Plants vs. Zombies Plants vs. Zombies Hybrid was so much fun that she couldn't stop playing it after playing the original version. She felt restless if she didn't play it for a day.

She especially loves opening blind boxes lately. Every time she gets an Ice Cat or Queen, she feels refreshed and relaxed, like she's enjoying air conditioning, eating potato chips, and watching TV in the summer.

"Frieren, you should play fewer games. Lately you've been playing every kind of game imaginable."

Although Flamme didn't know much about video games, looking at Frieren's obsessive expression, she could imagine how addictive they were. For example, the Golden Spatula game relied entirely on luck and strategy, and CS: GO relied entirely on reaction speed and skill. As for Identity V, she didn't want to say much. She thought Eggy Party was pretty good, something for casual entertainment.

"Okay."

As the youngest member of the family, Frieren could only reluctantly turn off the fruit-cutting game and put down her tablet.

With a smile, Flamme led Frieren to the Continental Magic Association. As the founder of the Continental Magic Association, she wanted to see what it had become.

After Frieren and Flamme left, Serie chuckled, ran to Frieren's spot, and picked up the tablet. That rascal Li Yan had only prepared one tablet for them to play with; usually, that internet-addicted Frieren would monopolize it, but today it finally fell into her hands.

Watching his Grandmaster the Golden Spatula game, Li Yan shook his head helplessly. In this entertainment-driven era, the video game craze has swept in, and even his Grandmaster has fallen for it, which goes against his original intention.

With a wave of emotion, Li Yan sat down next to Serie, watching his Grandmaster start using the Golden Spatula. Currently, the Golden Spatula is in the Chaotic Season, with one of the five-cost cards from each season returning, and they are all the strongest five-cost cards.

"Grandmaster, don't use the Demon's Contract at the start! This is the Eighth Prince's Contract."

Li Yan gave instructions with wide eyes.

Serie ignored her advice and immediately leveled up to seven. The moment she refreshed her deck, she got a Soraka that healed and a Heimerdinger that could generate gold.

"Tsk, you've got good luck."

Seria's incredible start piqued Li Yan's interest, prompting him to follow along under Seria's guidance.

While eating cookies and drinking milk, Fern was also drawn to the two's passionate game. She nestled in Li Yan's arms and watched. Although she didn't quite understand what they were watching, she enjoyed being in Li Yan's arms. When she woke up, her Godfather was right beside her.

While playing with her Golden Spatula, Serie seemed to find her lying position uncomfortable. Seeing that Fern had taken up all of Li Yan, she unceremoniously squeezed in with her little bottom, taking over half of the spot.

"Fern, you can't keep all of Ayan to yourself, A Yan belongs to everyone."

Having secured a spot, Serie revealed a triumphant smile.

Fern's little face puffed out. Her Grandmaster had taken half of her spot, instantly ruining her previously good mood. She couldn't take it back, as that would be disrespectful to the elder.

"Alright, alright, you two, why are you still acting like little kids?"

Li Yan gently stroked their heads with his large hands, warm and soft. The pleasant fragrance of Molly and the scent Fern White Roses emanating from his Grandmaster's body blended together, creating a somewhat refreshing feeling.

"Can I sleep with my Godfather tonight? I'm a little afraid of the dark."

Fern spoke softly, clinging expectantly to Li Yan's arm.

"Hmm? Sure."

Li Yan chuckled and kissed Fern's chubby little face. Little Fern was so adorable as a child.

"Don't show off in front of me, you two awful guys."

Serie reached out and pinched Li Yan's cheek. After three thousand years of companionship, she had long regarded Li Yan as an intimate family member. At home, she considered herself a mother figure, but in front of Li Yan, she always felt like she was being treated as a daughter, and a disobedient one at that.

"Does Grandmaster want it too?"

Li Yan in surprise, then lowered her head and lightly touched Serie's cheek, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

"Damn it, don't wash my face with your saliva."

Serie wiped it away with disgust; she didn't need Li Yan's fatherly love.