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"A Yan, let's talk about this when we get back."

Flamme patted Li Yan's head. In the Kingdom, it was inconvenient to discuss this in detail.

"Um."

Li Yan responded softly.

After picking up Serie and Frieren, the group left the palace and returned to the inn where they were staying.

Frieren lay carefree on the hotel bed, engrossed in reading Magic Tome, her snow-white little feet gently dangling. To her, this was just an ordinary, comfortable, and relaxing trip.

"Godmother, you know, all my belongings are in my Grandmaster's castle; I can't leave."

Li Yan lowered his head, feeling more lost than ever before. It wasn't just because his Godmother was about to take several members of the royal family as disciples, but also because his future would no longer be closely connected with his Godmother's, and they would go their separate ways.

"A Yan, you've grown up. You can be independent and self-reliant. Your Godmother is so proud of you."

Flamme gently stroked Li Yan's head. Only by staying by his master, Serie, could he learn more. Just like the previous time he studied, Li Yan went from just mastering Space Magic to using it freely.

"Huh? What's wrong?"

Frieren looked back at her master and senior brother with a puzzled expression. This conversation felt so much like a farewell. Had her senior brother been chosen by the King to be his queen?

Strange thoughts swirled in Frieren's mind.

"Junior Sister, Master needs to stay in the Royal Capital to handle some matters. Why don't you stay and keep him company?"

Li Yan gave instructions softly, and Frieren nodded her head, seemingly confused.

"I'll send you a few Mechanical Magic Puppets to wake you up and get you to eat. They'll take you to the street to buy pretty dresses and delicious food, so you won't get tricked by some blond-haired bastards with just a barbecue."

Li Yan spoke with a serious expression, while Frieren scratched her head and continued reading the Magic Tome. She decided to ignore her senior brother's nonsense and figured getting up was out of the question.

"A Yan, now that we have the Mana Chariot, it's so convenient to travel back and forth. Master will be waiting for you to come see me."

Flamme's gentle voice rang out again, and her snow-white jade hand gently pulled Li Yan into her arms, holding him tightly. The mature and sweet fragrance was so familiar, and a moistness appeared in Li Yan's eyes. His Godmother would be very busy from now on. He could no longer go to his Godmother to act spoiled like a child, and he could no longer accompany her to experience the wonders of magic.

"Godmother, what's the name of that person you used to like, the one who was still a child?"

Li Yan sat on Flamme's lap, biting his lip lightly. He already had the answer in his heart, but he dared not fully trust his own judgment.

"Him?"

Flamme parted her lips slightly, a smile playing on her lips, and whispered close to Li Yan's ear, "He's in my arms right now, my favorite boy."

On the day he left the Royal Capital, Li Yan watched his Godmother Flamme, and Frieren waving goodbye at the City Gate. He felt a pang of loss, and a tear rolled down his cheek. Although it was only a short separation, they were already going their separate ways. His Godmother wanted to fulfill her long-held wish, and he could neither stop her nor do he want to.

"Why are you crying? Your Godmother isn't dead."

Sitting on the soft little sofa, Serie spoke up without any politeness, saying, "You're so dejected after just a short separation, what a coward."

After being mocked by his unromantic grandmaster, Celia, Li Yan silently turned and walked to the driver's seat, turning his grief and anger into motivation. Along the way, he would kill those damned demons. The demons bore some responsibility for his godmother's survival.

Grandmaster Celia is a proud and clumsy person who doesn't know how to comfort others, something he already knew. She has a sharp tongue but a soft heart; she cares more than anyone else, but her words are as fiery as chili sauce.

The Little Fool carefully walked to Li Yan's side with the juice and quietly sat in the other seat of the driver's seat. She didn't understand why the young master was crying. Sister Xiao Wu and Sister Xiao Xue had said that tears were because of sadness, but she didn't understand what sadness meant. However, Sister Xiao Wu and Sister Xiao Xue had taught her that if the young master was sad, she should stay quietly by his side.

"Master, why is my senior brother so sad? It's only a few days' trip."

Frieren blinked, feeling inexplicably that her senior brother was being overly sentimental, even though it wasn't a big deal.

Flamme gently patted Frieren's head. "That's your senior brother's love for us, Frieren. You'll understand later."

As the sun set, Li Yan drove his Mana chariot, gazing at the surrounding scenery. He seemed somewhat distracted; five people had gone out, but only three had returned.

Along the way, Li Yan drove like a bumper car. When she encountered Monsters, she would throw the Little Fool who used flying magic out, and then use levitation magic to pull her back after the Little Fool defeated the opponent. When she encountered Demons, she would personally kill them.

Just as Li Yan was feeling fortunate to have encountered another group of Demons soldiers, and was about to drive his Mana chariot to deliver a revolutionary blow to the Demons he encountered, a sudden thick fog instantly put Li Yan on alert.

The clear sky was shrouded in a thick fog, and this eerie sight made Li Yan feel threatened. The other party was a magician, and a very, very powerful one at that, who even possessed the Mana to alter the natural climate and shroud the entire forest in fog.

Looking at his master Celia, who was still sleeping on the lower bunk, Li Yan stepped out of the magic chariot. He couldn't drive in the fog, especially in the forest. If he didn't kill the guy who caused the fog, this trip would probably be delayed.

The Little Fool followed behind Li Yan in a daze, and with the help of her Mana perception, she realized that there were powerful enemies around them.

"Demons? It's quite a strange sight to see Demons such a weak human."

In the thick, murky fog, a short-haired man in a gray robe stood atop a tall ancient tree, speaking slowly. Two curved, bull-horn-like demonic horns on his head were particularly conspicuous. Below the ancient tree was a squad of well-equipped Demons soldiers.

Li Yan watched silently. Using his Mana to detect magic, he had already sensed the opponent's strength. The Mana power was probably around level 70, which was no ordinary great Demons.

"Who are you? There are powerful beings like you among the Demons?"

Li Yan frowned as she looked at the other person. Having read a lot of the original plot, the other person was extremely unfamiliar. It was neither Aura, who liked to play the violin with his sword, nor Schlacht, who could foresee the future, nor Mahat, the gold manufacturer.

"Hey, you little Demons girl, how about becoming my subordinate? What's the point of toying with food? This kind of boring, perverse pleasure is nothing compared to the exhilarating thrill of freely slaughtering humans."

The short-haired Demons atop the ancient tree looked at Li Yan with disdain, his gaze sweeping over the Little Fool.

"Won't even say their names? What stingy creatures, Little Fools! Go and kill them all!"

Li Yan squinted at the short-haired Demons, a slight smile playing on his lips. He wasn't in a good mood; this Demons in front of him was a good punching bag.

As Li Yan finished speaking, the Little Fool puffed out his cheeks and stepped forward. This time, the opponent was not only powerful, but also had a group of Demons subordinates hidden in the thick fog.

"Young master, I understand."