Meeting Again

"Master, I've been missing you lately, so I brought my disciple to visit you and stay for a while."

Flamme spoke without batting an eye, while Frieren's mouth agape slightly. If she hadn't known the whole story, she probably would have believed him.

"Frieren, do you also miss your Grandmaster?"

Serie rose from her Throne and looked with interest at the blank-faced Frieren. Compared to talking about her casually accepted apprentice, she was more interested in her Elf grand-apprentice.

"My Grandmaster, I've missed you so much!"

Seeing that Serie didn't mention him, Li Yan immediately ran forward and hugged Serie's leg, letting his Grandmaster feel his warmth.

Serie was slightly taken aback when Li Yan suddenly pounced on her and grabbed her leg. Then, a look of disgust appeared on her face, and she swung her leg, trying to shake Li Yan off.

"Get out of here, get out of here! What are you doing back here? Is your butt itchy again?"

Although Serie spoke with disdain, her leg swinging motion was exceptionally gentle, causing absolutely no harm to Li Yan's body.

"I brought a Demons maid to serve you. After all, didn't you, Grandmaster, admire the Demons' dedication and talent for magic?"

Li Yan hummed softly as she got up, took off the hat from the Little Fool's head, revealing two delicate little horns.

"You found a Demons cub to be your maid?" Serie's face showed a hint of curiosity. Even if Li Yan didn't say it, she could tell that the Little Fool was Demons, since the internal body structure of humans and Demons is completely different.

Seeing that her master Celia had shifted her gaze away from Frilian, Li Yan breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that Frilian and her master Celia were particularly incompatible because they were of the same race.

"Say hello to Grandma, Little Fool."

Li Yan patted the Little Fool's head, urging her to seize the opportunity to cling to a powerful figure. The Goddess, but she had to hold on tightly to the thigh of the Elf archmage Serie, whose magic level was close to that of the Goddess.

"Grandma... hello..."

The Little Fool screamed in fear, as if she could feel endless pressure and the wails of countless Demons from the arrogant Elf girl in front of her.

"You idiot Li Yan, how can you call such a young Elf girl like me 'grandma'!"

Serie was speechless. Facing Flamme's godson and her grand-disciple, she seemed to be somewhat restrained. Not only did she use sweet words, but she also lacked the hypocrisy of a human noble. She was always cheeky and had almost stolen her anklet when she left last time.

"Oh, I forgot, Grandmaster is forever eighteen!"

Li Yan pretended to suddenly realize something, gently patting the Little Fool's head, "Quickly call her 'sister,' she's the most beautiful and lovely Elf sister in the world. Not only is she beautiful and has a sweet voice, but she's also gentle and generous. She's the young master's idol."

"Go to hell, Li Yan! Looks like your ass's itching for a bite again!"

Serie blushed deeply after Li Yan's words and excitedly kicked Li Yan's butt. Normally, she wouldn't be emotionally affected by anything; this is how the Elf race has always been—very indifferent to feelings and emotions.

But every time Li Yan spoke or teased her, her emotions would involuntarily rise. Perhaps it was because she particularly liked Li Yan; his magical talent was the greatest in human history, and he had mastered Space Magic that humans could not comprehend. Perhaps it was because of his talent that she cared so much about him. Serie thought to herself.

Watching her master and godson making a ruckus, Flamme smiled faintly. Compared to her good-for-nothing apprentice, her master, Serie, seemed to prefer her godson.

"Grandmaster, be gentle. I still have to cook tonight. My Godmother hasn't had my sweet and sour pork ribs in ages, after traveling for so long."

Li Yan gently rubbed his buttocks. Although Serie had kicked very lightly, he couldn't help but recall the pain he had experienced last time.

"Hmm, anyway, you only need to use your hands to cook. You can't possibly cook with your butt, can you?" Serie looked at Li Yan with an arrogant expression. She had recently been researching magic to cook with one click, but the taste of her cooking was indescribable and not nearly as good as Li Yan's cooking.

"Grandmaster, how about I make you your favorite hot and sour shredded potatoes and fries tonight? And fried chicken legs too."

Li Yan covered her buttocks with both hands and made the suggestion.

"You're smart to know what's good for you."

Thinking of French fries and fried chicken legs, Serie couldn't help but recall the time when Li Yan was around. She was idly reading Magic Tome, trying to kill some time, when Li Yan slyly brought over a plate of yellow fried food, claiming it was a mysterious delicacy that the world could not research.

Unable to resist Li Yan's enthusiastic invitation to try it, and out of curiosity, she couldn't help but use her telekinetic magic to bring a yellow object that looked like a chicken leg closer to her.

The aroma of the yellowish, chicken-leg-like object filled the air, and she couldn't help but swallow hard. She took a small bite, and that small bite led her into an endless abyss of fried chicken. Paired with the small, delicate fries and a black drink with ice, she experienced the meaning of life for the first time.

During the days Li Yan was away, she tried making the recipes herself many times, but she could never recreate the taste that Li Yan made. Compared to Li Yan's spicy and delicious dish, hers tasted like a burnt mess.

Now that Li Yan is back, and tonight she'll be making her favorite fried chicken legs and fries, Serie's face remained impassive, but the upturned corners of her mouth betrayed her inner joy.

Night fell in the castle of her grandmaster, Seria. Li Yan used telekinesis to clean all sorts of ingredients and cutting magic to cut countless ingredients into the appropriate sizes.

The Fire Magic ignited the stove fire, and as various ingredients fell into the pot, various spice bottles were lifted by telekinesis, with each spice falling into the pot at just the right moment.

Half an hour later, Li Yan placed the last plate of braised pig's trotters on the table. Tonight's dinner consisted of twenty-one dishes in total, with seven being spicy and extra spicy, seven being sweet and sour and seven being sour and spicy, and the remaining seven being Serie's favorite fried foods.

Faced with a table full of delicious food, Frieren picked up her chopsticks and, completely absorbed in the experience, savored every dish.

Serie, on the other hand, looked arrogant. Even though there were her favorite foods on the table, she didn't casually pick up various delicacies like Frieren. Instead, she elegantly and gracefully used her telekinetic magic to bring the food to her mouth and savor it in small bites.

Looking at his Grandmaster's elegant demeanor, Li Yan couldn't help but admire the grace of the thousand-year-old Elf magician, who was always so carefree and at ease no matter the occasion.