Sword Village

"A Yan, could you get me a towel?"

Flamme's voice came from the bathroom. Li Yan put down the magic book in his hands, picked up the white towel Flamme had carelessly left behind, and walked to the bathroom door.

"Coming, godmother. Open the door, please."

The bathroom door opened, and Li Yan reached in with his little hand to pass her the towel. But a damp, delicate hand pulled him inside. At the sight before him, Li Yan felt the moisture in his nose was about to run out. Without a care, Flamme took the towel and began drying her wet hair. "A Yan, help me wipe my back. Why isn't there any magic for wiping your back? What a bother."

Li Yan wiped away the moisture beneath his nose and looked at the snow-white back before him. The sight struck him like a meteor streaking across the Milky Way.

"A Yan?"

Receiving no response, Flamme turned to look at the dumbstruck Li Yan. Suddenly, as if she had remembered something, a teasing look appeared on her face.

"Oh my~ I'd forgotten. Our little A Yan is a big boy now."

Having dried her hair, Flamme hugged the dumbstruck Li Yan, her face full of a mother's loving smile.

Critical hit!

A hundred percent critical hit!

A critical hit not meant for someone his age!

Li Yan suppressed the panic in his heart and calmly stared at the reflective floor.

Through the floor, Li Yan caught a glimpse of something mysterious, a treasure someone his age couldn't afford to keep.

"A Yan, here, take the towel. Make sure you wipe my back nice and clean."

Flamme squatted on the floor, her graceful body like a sight of unparalleled beauty. Her hair blocked his broad view. Li Yan took the towel and obediently set to work without complaint.

After coming out of the bathroom, Li Yan felt as though steam was rising from his head, and his face was as red as a boiled crab. Watching Flamme flop onto the bed and dive headfirst under the covers, he could only silently pick up a magic tome to dispel the distracting thoughts in his mind.

"A Yan, go to sleep. Reading late at night is bad for your eyes."

Flamme gently patted Li Yan's back. Li Yan put down the magic book in his hands and obediently lay down on the bed. A triumphant look appeared on Flamme's face as she locked him in her embrace.

"Hee hee hee, A Yan, you smell so nice. Be good and go to sleep, A Yan. Godmother will protect you."

Flamme brushed a kiss over Li Yan's little cheek and held him in her arms. Li Yan was already used to her behaving like this.

It was the eleventh year since Li Yan had come to the other world. He had been studying magic for five years and had spent about a year traveling and training with Flamme.

At Sword Village, Li Yan looked up at the snowy mountain peak, where snow filled the sky. Amid the peak stood an ancient little village that guarded a Holy Sword capable of saving the world.

"What are we doing here, godmother?"

Treading through the snow and holding Flamme's hand, Li Yan walked into the peaceful little village on the snowy mountain peak.

"Why, we're here to find a weapon that suits you, of course."

Flamme smiled and gently stroked Li Yan's little head. Stepping along cheerfully, she looked toward the little village, where thin wisps of cooking smoke rose.

"Long time no see, Flamme."

The village chief of Sword Village wore thick, fluffy brown clothes and waved a little hand in greeting.

"Little Rabbit, long time no see. Have the monsters been bothering the village lately?"

Flamme walked forward and gently patted the little head of Sword Village's chief, who stood less than 1.3 meters tall.

"Of course we've been affected. Because of the Holy Sword, those monsters feel threatened and keep coming to bother us. Flamme, you took too long to get here!"

The petite Chief Little Rabbit hopped up and down indignantly. Only after Flamme soothed her did she calm down, though her little cheeks were still puffed out.

"Hahaha, sorry. I've been teaching my beloved disciple and godson, A Yan, lately."

Flamme laughed and explained, pointing at Li Yan, who was looking curiously at Chief Little Rabbit's height.

"Flamme, you've taken a disciple? And he's your godson too? This little fellow must be a genius, then."

Chief Little Rabbit stood in the snow, blinking her big eyes as she looked up at Li Yan, who was a head taller than her.

"Hello, I'm Li Yan." Li Yan smiled and offered his hand in greeting. Little Rabbit had to raise her arm to manage a handshake.

Chief Little Rabbit stared closely at Li Yan's face for a long time before slowly speaking. "Flamme, did you take him as your disciple because he's cute? You were so obsessed with this cute little boy that it took you this long to visit me, you magic-crazed super-duper fangirl."

Li Yan watched the tiny, delicate little potato of a chief angrily wave her cotton-soft little fists at Flamme, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Led by Chief Little Rabbit, Li Yan and Flamme came to the entrance of the cave where the Holy Sword was guarded. At the entrance, a huge ice and snow bear was exhaling foul breath, its eyes fixed fiercely on Li Yan and Flamme.

"Flame Triple Strike."

Li Yan raised his staff, and three magic circles appeared in front of him. The next second, three Flame Rays shot swiftly toward the ice and snow bear.

Facing the scorching flames, the ice and snow bear's eyes flashed with wariness. It swung its enormous icy paw fiercely, unleashing a breath of piercing cold.

The flames collided with the icy breath. The first flame was quickly scattered, while the two Flame Rays following it deliberately curved toward the ice and snow bear.

A violent roar rang out, and the ice and snow bear's body crashed to the ground. Two enormous, flaming wounds had appeared on its chest.

"Amazing! He's so young, but his magic killed the ice and snow bear in an instant."

Chief Little Rabbit's little mouth hung slightly open, her face full of shock.

"Heh heh heh, naturally. Just look at whose disciple he is."

Pride appeared on Flamme's face. She gently rested her delicate hand on Li Yan's little head. "Beautifully done, A Yan. That's my beloved disciple for you."

Li Yan silently enjoyed his godmother's doting. He had also heard of Sword Village's Holy Sword. Supposedly, in the anime, even the hero who defeated the Demon King couldn't pull it out; it was like a Holy Sword sealed in stone.

"Come on, A Yan. The Holy Sword here is very famous. Hardly anyone can pull it out. You can give it a try too. Maybe you're the next generation's hero!"

Smiling, Flamme took Li Yan's hand and walked into the cave where the Holy Sword was guarded.

"Hey, why are you two magicians trying to pull out the Holy Sword?"

Chief Little Rabbit hurried after them. If a magician could pull out the Holy Sword, that would be the biggest joke in the world.

Entering the cave, Li Yan immediately spotted the Holy Sword, which was capable of killing the Demon King. It stood majestically in a stone stele.

"I'll show you how, A Yan. Just give it a little tug like this, and it'll come right out."

Flamme gripped the Holy Sword with a smile on her face and tugged with all her might. The Holy Sword was like a massive mountain and didn't budge an inch.

"What a disobedient sword. A Yan, I'll leave it to you."

Flamme puffed out her cheeks and gave the stone stele a gentle kick.

"Hey, hey, hey! You two magicians, don't treat the Holy Sword like a toy! This is a Holy Sword that only the chosen hero can pull out."

Chief Little Rabbit approached indignantly.

Li Yan nodded gently. He had never dared to dream of pulling out the Holy Sword. At present, all he wanted was to travel with Flamme, learn all kinds of magic, and study and create more convenient, quick magic, such as flight, see-through, and theft magic.

If he were flying in the air during a battle, aiming precisely with see-through magic, holding his staff aloft and making his words law as he took away a female enemy's panties, what an interesting expression would she show?

At the thought, Li Yan casually grasped the Holy Sword. He had no intention of pulling it out and planned to let go after giving it a gentle squeeze, but the Holy Sword seemed unwilling to let him go. Like glue, it clung tightly to his palm.

When Li Yan made a habitual motion to draw the sword, the Holy Sword came out of the stone stele the next second. There was no dazzling radiance, no shaking of heaven and earth. It was as though an ordinary, ornate longsword had been drawn from an ordinary stone stele, just like pulling out a radish.

"Huh!!!"

"You pulled it out!!!"

"How could you possibly pull it out!!!"

"Aren't you a magician?" Chief Little Rabbit's eyes widened. She rubbed her eyes with her little hands, disbelief written all over her face.