The Sound of Life

After enjoying a delicious lunch, Li Yan followed Flamme into the Magic Continent Association Branch to handle various trivial matters in Wigster City Town, as punishment for Li Yan's willful behavior in the morning.

"A Yan, could you process this document?"

"A Yan, I'm thirsty."

"A Yan, my back is sore, give me a massage."

All afternoon, Li Yan busied herself helping her Godmother, Flamme, with various trivial matters. Unlike her usual Godmother, after the wonderful evening, her Godmother had changed her attitude and style towards her.

At this moment, the Godmother was like a spoiled little girl, longing for my protection and care.

As a male mother, Li Yan had such a novel experience for the first time: his gentle, warm, and caring Godmother he had known since childhood, was now acting cute and asking for a hug.

"Okay, Godmother, leave all these things to me!"

Defeated by the coquettish tactic, Li Yan was full of enthusiasm. The text then lists various classifications of mages within the limited territory of Wigster, a novice mage's magic suggestion form, and the treatment tables for mages at different levels within the Magic Continent Association Branch.

After three hours of relentless effort, Li Yan was completely exhausted. This was even harder than fighting or learning unfamiliar magic. He felt as if he had returned to the diligent study state he had during his college entrance examination days—no, it was those nights when summer vacation was about to end and he still hadn't finished his homework.

"I can't go on, Godmother, I need to rest for a while."

Li Yan lay listlessly on her Godmother Flamme's lap. This job was truly impossible for her to do. She didn't know what her Godmother was thinking, making her do so much every day when she could easily assign other tasks to others.

"Tired? Are you still going to work out tonight?"

Flamme chuckled as she stroked Li Yan 'Li Yan black hair and gently rubbed her face to relieve her fatigue.

"I'm not tired, I can keep going. This little bit of work is nothing."

Upon hearing the word "exercise," Li Yan licked her lips with anticipation.

"Godmother, how about we have an office discussion session?"

Li Yan's eyes lit up, her face full of anticipation.

"No, the work isn't finished yet," Flamme said softly, a blush creeping onto her face, a sweet feeling welling up inside her. Why A Yan so restless?

"Oh well, it doesn't matter at work."

Li Yan raised an eyebrow.

"It depends on your performance."

Flamme whispered, her long, black-stockinged legs, as if delicately drawn with a brush, crossed her legs.

"No need for further words, Godmother, I'm going to stay up all night to finish this work!!"

A confident smile appeared on Li Yan's lips; at this moment, no one could stop him.

The scent of grass, the sweetness of fruits, the office, the swimming pool, the exceptional beauty of the starry night sky, and the free sweat poured out during work.

Black and white blend together, the water and sky merge into one color.

It was already October, and as the snow gradually fell from the sky, Li Yan gazed tenderly at her heavily pregnant wife, Flamme. Hard work always pays off; according to the Church pastor's assessment, there was a new life growing inside her—twins, no less.

Frieren, clutching the Magic Tome, curiously poked her master's belly. It had been perfectly fine when she arrived; how had it suddenly grown so big?

The thought of seeing her master's child in the future brought a touch of joy to Frieren's face.

Serie stared blankly, unsurprised by the result. Humans are always like that; emotions can't be judged by magic.

She was somewhat dazed. Little Flamme was so adorable. Her favorite magic was the Flowering Magic. She remembered how little Flamme, running on the hillside in the natural forest, with a joyful child's smile on her face.

"Godmother, when are you going to resign? The Magic Continent Association has stabilized, and you can't be too busy at this stage."

Li Yan spoke with concern, not only out of care for her Godmother, but also out of concern for her future child's thoughts and suggestions.

"No, A Yan. Although the Magic Continent Association has stabilized for now, everyone still needs me. There are still many spells for me to explore, and the members of the Magic Continent Association haven't truly matured yet."

Flamme gently touched her belly, where two little lives were sleeping peacefully.

"My suggestion is to let the Grandmaster take charge for a while, so you can rest well. If it really comes down to it, I can take over your position."

Li Yan spoke with concern, saying that this was no joke and that anything related to the child's future development deserved careful consideration.

Why am I being dragged into this?!

Serie grumbled as she bit into her hamburger; she wasn't a working person, and she would never work a job in her life.

"Grandmaster, my Godmother is pregnant. She can't work anymore; it's not good for her health," Li Yan earnestly advised, all for the sake of her child and her Godmother's health.

"But what does this have to do with me? Just have a baby and leave the work to others. The Magic Continent Association can still function without you. If it really can't function, then the Magic Continent Association you created is just garbage!" Serie said indifferently.

"A Yan, forget it, I can manage. Don't bother your Grandmaster." Flamme gently shook her head and hugged Li Yan's arm with her full figure.

"Sigh~ It's all my fault. My magical skills and other aspects are not up to your level, otherwise I could have taken over your work."

Li Yan couldn't help but sigh softly.

"It's not your fault, A Yan, it's all my fate!"

Flamme said in a dejected tone.

Seeing Li Yan and Flamme's dejected expressions, Serie's face darkened.

"A few days?"

Serie said, frowning.

"What? Grandmaster, you want to help? That's not a good idea, since you've never liked getting involved in these kinds of things," Li Yan said shyly.

"A few days? Hurry up, or I'll regret it." Serie frowned.

"It will take about three more months, mainly two months for childbirth and one month for recuperation."

Li Yan counted on her fingers as she calculated.

I'll keep an eye on things for you during this time; you should get some rest.

Serie remained calm, said nothing more, and turned to leave.

Frieren stared blankly, as if something was amiss, but also as if it wasn't a big problem and had nothing to do with her.

"Isn't it wrong to trick Master into this trap... A Yan..." Flamme said with some concern.

"How can you call it deception? This is consensual. Besides, your body really can't keep up with the fatigue. Get some rest. My mother might be coming to see you soon." Li Yan gently brought her head close to Flamme's belly; it was the sound of life.