The Musician
Looking at Li Yan's serious expression, Uldis hesitated deeply. Thinking of his lost legs, his last bit of loyalty to the Demon King turned into a desire to survive.
After gritting his teeth, Uldis lowered his head, but just as Li Yan was about to swing the Holy Sword, Uldis finally raised his head:
"It's a magician named Flamme. The Demon King ordered me to assassinate her!"
"Why?"
A wave of emotion surged within Li Yan, but his years of aristocratic etiquette kept his face calm and composed, making it impossible for outsiders to discern his true feelings at that moment.
"I don't know either. I didn't concern myself with the Demon King's orders. Anyway, it was just killing a weak human," Uldis said nonchalantly.
The next second, the Holy Sword ripped his head off. Li Yan coldly stared at Uldys, who had already turned into Mana particles and scattered, "She is not a weak human!"
After dealing with Uldis, Li Yan returned to the location of the Mana chariot. Serie, yawning impatiently, said, "Why did it take so long? A Yan, let's go, we should set off."
With a thousand thoughts swirling in his mind, Li Yan opened his mouth slightly, wanting to tell Celia what had just happened. However, thinking of his godmother Volame's resolute expression before leaving, he hesitated. If his grandmaster Celia knew about the demons' plan to assassinate his godmother, would she still ignore Volame and keep her in the kingdom? Would she throw a tantrum and force Volame to come back to her side? He couldn't afford to gamble, nor did he want to. He already had a clear idea in his mind: he had a long time ahead of him, but his godmother's time was only a few decades.
"What are you waiting for? Drive!"
Seria, wearing pure white stockings, lightly kicked Li Yan's buttocks. Under Li Yan's careful observation, the soles of his master Seria's feet were completely free of dirt. It seemed that his master Seria's magic could prevent dirt from adhering. It was a bit of a pity that the pure white could not be stained.
As for why stockings exist in this era, Li Yan said that the world may be destroyed, but girls cannot go without stockings. Just like a celebrity once said, you can only appreciate the most beautiful leg shape by putting stockings on a white radish.
Therefore, during the period when the Mana Chariot was being manufactured, Li Yan sent designs for various types of clothing, such as stockings, cheongsams, Lolita dresses, school swimsuits, and JK uniforms, to the tailors in her Family, giving the Family a new path to wealth.
Grandmaster Celia possessed pure white thighs, and only pure white stockings could perfectly complement her. Giving them to Grandmaster Celia under the pretext of keeping her warm was also exceptionally appropriate.
Compared to her master, Selene, her godmother, Volame, was more suited to black stockings. Volame in black stockings was invincible, at least that's what Li Yan thought. Lying on them was indeed comfortable.
Of course, Godmother Flamme had also tried white stockings, showcasing her perfect leg shape. Li Yan couldn't suppress her filial piety. White stockings were taboo, while black stockings were for everyday appreciation, at least that's what Li Yan thought.
Urged on by Serie, Li Yan got into the car with a lot on her mind. After drinking the juice that the Little Fool handed her with a fawning expression, Li Yan activated the Mana chariot's autopilot function and began planning the rest of the trip.
Given the nature of the Demons, the failed assassination attempt on the Seven Sages of Destruction Uldis would obviously provoke them to send even stronger Demons. According to the anime's plot Flamme was not killed by the Demons, and the establishment of the Magic Continent Association went exceptionally smoothly. Flamme's life was very peaceful, and he created many types of magic for humanity, making the greatest contribution to resisting the Demons' attacks.
Even though she already knew that her future Godmother would not be harmed, Li Yan was still extremely uneasy.
It's unknown when the Demons will learn of the death of the Seven Sages of Destruction, Uldis.
After a period of anxious contemplation, Li Yan rested her head on her grandmaster Selie's lap. Rather than dwelling on useless thoughts, she decided to go back and take decisive action.
"A Yan, you're not a child anymore, get up and go somewhere else."
Serie gave Li Yan's head an impatient push, but seeing that she couldn't move it, she stopped trying and started using her drifting magic to look at the Magic Tome. Although she didn't know what the Demons had said to A Yan seemed to be in a bad mood at the moment, so she decided to let him use it as a pillow.
Grandmaster Celia's legs didn't feel as good as her godmother Vlame's. Resting her head on them wasn't as reassuring as she had imagined. Celia even used them as a reading table. Looking at the magical tomes covering her face, Li Yan was speechless.
That capricious Grandmaster is really going too far; he's nothing like my gentle Godmother.
With a comfortable white silk pillow, Li Yan didn't think too much and simply enjoyed the peaceful lap pillow. There were still several days left on her journey home.
My face feels like it's been stepped on... The scent is the natural aroma unique to Elves... Frieren?
When Li Yan slowly woke up, she found herself sleeping on the lower bunk of a double bed, with a pair of snow-white, lotus-root-like short legs in her arms.
Looking at his master, Seria, who had fallen asleep like a child, Li Yan somewhat blankly put down his jade feet. He had a musical dream, holding a snow-white guitar and singing joyfully. Now it seems that he has escaped a beating.
With a lingering fear, Li Yan got out of bed and headed for the bathroom. He needed to wash up and clear his head. His heart was pounding, and recalling the wild singing in his dream, Li Yan felt weak and unsteady on his feet.
In the bathroom, Li Yan cupped a handful of water and wet her face. The refreshing water woke her from her drowsy state. Li Yan slowly calmed the unease in her heart and recalled the feeling of holding the snow-white guitar in her dream. At that time, Li Yan had marveled at the smooth material of the guitar and its excellent tone.
The Mana chariot, in autopilot mode, continued its journey. Occasionally, it would encounter Monsters blocking its path, but it could dodge their attacks at lightning speed. Li Yan was somewhat disappointed that it lacked counter-attack and defensive devices, otherwise he could have cleared a safe path straight to the Royal Capital.
"Young Master, are you awake? Would you like me to make you some noodles from the kitchen?"
The Little Fool sleeping on the top bunk poked his head out from under the covers, looking like he'd just woken up, still half asleep.
"No need, you should get some rest."
Li Yan rubbed his stiff lower back. He hadn't been doing much physical exercise lately, and he hadn't been able to complete his daily routine of 10,000 standard push-ups and strength training. Now that he had some free time, it was a good idea to use it to exercise.
After a three-day journey, Li Yan and his group returned safely to their master Seria's residence. As usual, mechanical puppets were clearing away fallen leaves in their master's castle, and the familiar atmosphere made Li Yan feel at ease.