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"Hey, no, Godmother, let me explain."

"Not listening, not listening, not listening."

"Godmother, if it were me, if Godmother were attacked by demons, I would be just like Junior Sister—even if I had to risk my life, I wouldn't let Godmother suffer the slightest harm."

"Because Godmother is my family!"

Li Yan spoke with a completely solemn expression, which made a stirring rise within Flamme's heart. After a good while, Flamme wiped away a tiny trace of moisture from the corner of her eye.

"There's sand in my eyes. You little brat just love saying these things to make Godmother happy."

The elf girl, piggybacking on Li Yan's back, merely gazed on blankly with the corners of her mouth slightly twitched.

"Damn it, you brat, don't think that because A Yan fancies you as his junior sister you can do whatever you want."

"You must know that if I and A Yan hadn't passed by here, you would already be dead—and dead without any meaning."

Flamme angrily pinched the elf girl's little face, leaving the weak elf girl unable to resist.

Just as Li Yan felt that everything was resolved, a serious look appeared on Flamme's face. She stopped Li Yan's forward movement, and behind Li Yan, three fellows stronger than the Throne Balzart held staff-wielding hands, radiating massive mana from outside their bodies.

"You really are a group of interesting fellows. Clearly you were suppressing the mana on your bodies just a moment ago, wanting to launch a sneak attack, yet you suddenly appeared when you saw that all three of us are mages."

"Although you demons are both despicable and cunning, no matter what kind of demon, you are all extremely conceited about your own boring magic."

Flamme, who had originally worn a serious expression, suddenly spoke with a relaxed demeanor. Li Yan held his breath, clearly able to sense that the three fellows before him undoubtedly all possessed mana intensity of fully fifty-plus levels.

"Human mage, put down that elf girl."

One of the demons spoke out indifferently, completely unconcerned by Flamme's sarcasm.

"If we put her down, will you spare my life and my godson's?"

Flamme calmly inquired.

The demon who heard Flamme's reply spoke out indifferently:

"The Demon King's order is to wipe out the elven race. The lives of the two of you don't matter."

"They don't matter?"

A smile appeared on Flamme's face as she slowly began speaking and enlightening Li Yan about the demons. "I understand the thinking of powerful mages very well. The things these fellows are thinking about—naturally, I am also as familiar with them as the back of my hand."

"As for them, they place considerable trust in the magic they have researched up to now and are full of confidence in it. In other words, they also possess bullshit-like arrogance and carelessness."

Just as Li Yan was pondering the words Flamme had spoken, Flamme merely swept a contemptuous glance over the three demons emanating powerful mana fluctuations.

The next instant, a fierce magical shock erupted at the scene, and in that moment, the three demons turned to ashes right in front of Li Yan.

Gazing at the huge hole before his eyes as though it had been struck by a meteorite, Li Yan couldn't help swallowing hard, feeling a sense of anticipation about becoming an excellent mage in the future.

"Did you see that, A Yan? They seemed to think I wasn't a threat at all." Flamme's mouth curved slightly upward as she gazed at the giant hole before her, filled with emotion.

"Although these fellows are a group of excellent mages, they lost their lives because of their own carelessness. That's right—by restricting the release of external mana, making the opponent unable to correctly judge the strength of the mana, and then using that point to kill them, playing holy magic in the palm of one's hand—this is my combat style. Truly despicable and lousy, isn't it?" Flamme released immense external mana and spoke with a smile.

Li Yan, for his part, earnestly took hold of Flamme's hand and released a flowering magic spell from within the deep pit. The next second, countless beautiful flowers grew inside the deep pit.

"Godmother, I don't think this kind of combat style is despicable or lousy. As long as Godmother and Junior Sister are safe and sound, fighting like this for a lifetime is something I'm willing to do."

Li Yan plucked the flowers growing in the deep pit and placed them into the hands of Flamme and the elf girl.

"Keep it as a memento, to mark the arrival of the little junior sister."

Li Yan spoke with a smile. Flamme gazed at the sea of beautiful flowers before her and could only feel a surge of emotion in her heart.

"That's right, little junior sister, what is your name?" Li Yan curiously inquired of the elf girl riding on his back.

"Frieren."

The elf girl blankly grasped the flowers in her hand and whispered. The experiences along this road... perhaps would be unforgettable for a lifetime.

Along the way, Li Yan had originally thought his godmother would take him and Frieren to stay at an inn, but Flamme merely smiled and led Li Yan before a desolate, uninhabited hut.

"This is my former dwelling. I haven't been back in a long time."

Flamme stepped into the small hut. There were many things inside the hut, with various blueprints hanging on the walls, calculating items related to various magical tools.

Beside a simple wooden bed was a wooden cabinet filled with magic books and various bottles and jars.

"Such a simple environment!"

Li Yan couldn't help sighing with emotion, scooped up Frieren, and laid her on the wooden bed. As someone who was injured, Frieren naturally needed to rest properly.

"Godmother, there's only one bed. Where am I going to sleep tonight?"

Li Yan tugged at the corner of Flamme's clothes to ask, only to have Flamme smilingly point toward the woods outside the house. "I believe that as a warrior, A Yan can independently complete the construction of a house."

"Right, remember to make two more beds. Your junior sister needs one too."

"Huh?!"

The corners of Li Yan's mouth twitched slightly. Gazing at Flamme's slightly upturned lips, he naturally and instinctively understood that Flamme was being serious.

Speechless, Li Yan could only take the holy sword out from his backpack, go outside, and start chopping down trees to build a house belonging to himself.

Perhaps bolstered by his past life's experience of watching Boonie Bears, Li Yan had exceptional experience in tree-felling. With the holy sword taking aim at the proper spot, with a single strike, several large trees instantly fell to the ground.

"Good sword!"

Li Yan's eyes lit up. He had only exerted slight force just now, yet he hadn't expected the holy sword to be so formidable—it certainly didn't live up to his expectations.

After cutting down a full several dozen large trees, Li Yan shaved them into planks for building a wooden house. The holy sword, acting as a tool, was exceptionally formidable, and relying on the addition of magic, he hammered various iron nails one by one into the appropriate positions.

Perhaps Li Yan possessed the max-level construction talent attribute, as the final result of the wooden house he wanted to build was exceptionally massive. Gazing at the wooden villa before him, Li Yan nodded in satisfaction.

Flamme, who had come out to check, stared at the small wooden villa before her and couldn't help slightly parting her mouth. She had originally thought Li Yan would need her help, but she hadn't expected that in a mere two hours' time, Li Yan had already completed a small wooden villa.

"Next, I should make two beds."

Li Yan exhaled a breath of stale air, grasped his tree-chopping sharp weapon, and began building the large beds. Flamme leaned against the small wooden house and quietly watched. After a bit of comparison, she always felt that her own small wooden house looked like a place where a beggar lived, and she decisively formed an idea.