"Don't you like magic that much?" Jax asked her. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"Hmm." Lisandro hesitated slightly, but finally nodded, "If it's just a dream, I'd rather be a dancer." "Dancing in this silvery white world, being a free dancer, not in the secret room of the tower every day." ”

It's a naïve ideal. Even if you are a dancing girl, it is difficult to feel at ease, you always have to laugh against your will, and you have to dance for people you don't like, and it is a blessing to be able to dance in an elegant restaurant instead of a smoky speakeasy, let alone dance in such a beautiful ice and snow world.

Girl's heart is always easy to think about problems and too simple.

"But it's good to be able to use that power to help the tribe, like Mafule-sama." She added.

Of course. If you have a superpower that overrides the laws of nature, no one will hide it in a righteous and awe-inspiring way, even if it is regarded as a gift of fate, and you will hope to use it to help the people you love.

It's just that some people love the world, some people love the people, some people love their relatives and friends, and some people only love themselves.

"I don't know if I really love the tribe, maybe just because I'm going to be the Snow Dancer. But sometimes, no, a lot of the time, I find them weird......"

"Strange?" Jax continued to ask.

"I think so." Udir said.

"Like, they're all dead people......"

"No, I just confirmed that those priests, they are all living human beings."

"No, I mean, they just do their own thing every day." "I've seen a few tribesmen in the tower before, but none of them want to talk to me, they just go about their own business, and when they're done, they leave. It's like the whole tribe is like that. ”

So since she was a child, her memories will always be of ancient scrolls, the gloomy inner chambers of the tower, the Mafule Mentor, and the hurried, lifeless tribesmen.

Maybe it's the extreme cold in the north that makes their hearts numb too? She thought. Everyone is like a piece of polar ice.

"When I become the new Snow Prayer Dance, I will also train the next successor, no matter what the rules are, I will never let her live in the tower all day like me." "I'll take her all over Freljord," she said, wistfully. ”

Jax looked at her eyes, maybe a lot of things, when they grow up, they will be different. Reality or something, responsibility or something, will tear everything beyond recognition, but he can't bear to say it, because he has no ideals, he no longer dares to look at those who yearn for and pursue ideals.

"I have heard that the most beautiful place in Freljord is the coast of the far north, where there is a huge crust of ice floating on the blue sea, and the frozen shore is washed by the sea all the year round, and there is only a thin layer of ice, and you can see the sea only half a finger long, and the blue channels are cracked between the ice." As best he could, Lisandro's eyes sparkled, and his mind was drawn to the sight.

Udir looked at Jax, who was verbally sketching an ideal picture here, and Lisandro, who was spinning in circles with happiness on his face, fluttering his white hem. I can't help but secretly think to myself, if this guy Jax becomes a god one day, just with this mouth, he can lead many people astray every day.

Although he didn't have the slightest affection for the strange tribe of the Frost Guardians, he sincerely hoped that she would fulfill her wish for this child, because every Snow Prayer Dance had a strange personality, and he didn't know if it was the traditions of the tribe or some other reason, but one thing was definitely that in the impression of the Northlanders, each Snow Prayer Dance had a very similar style, and it was a perfect inheritance, as it had been for generations.

He didn't know the reason, he had left the Northland with the will of the beast spirit, and in the years he had walked on the Valoran continent, he had read many history books left by civilizations, and such "rigid" situations were simply rare.

"Mafula-sama said that it won't be long before I am qualified to become a Snow Prayer Dancer!" Lisandro raised her head and smiled brightly, the girl's smile shining brightly against the plain white snow.

"You're so weak, how did you become the Snow Prayer Dance?" Udir looked at her and couldn't help but smile and tease her.

"Mistress Mauffle said, as long as it ...... Well...... As long as you have mastered the most basic polar ice magic, it is good because ...... Shhhh ”

"Okay—" Udir elongated his voice like a child.

"The magic of the Snow Prayer Dance has been passed down from generation to generation, not by practice, but directly by inheritance."

"Inheritance......" Udir frowned slightly when he heard this.

Although this method of gaining power is the most rapid to improve, no matter how it is used, the side effects are immeasurable...... Perhaps it is for this reason that the character of each Snow Prayer Dance is also affected by this, right? He thought.

"Hmm!" The girl nodded heavily. "Actually...... There's another reason why I'm not a big fan of polar ice magic. As if remembering something very important, she opened her mouth again, her slender palms spread out in the air, and the snowflakes fell lightly between her palms and rose again.

"Because...... The polar ice is a dead thing, but the snow outside is a living spirit, and when they become the toughest and sharpest polar ice, they become dead things......"

……

A few years ago, the War College, the top of the Sky Tower.

In front of the balcony railing on the top floor, two people stood staring at each other and were silent for a long time.

The wind blew his robe with a hunting sound, and the plain white robe fluttered in the wind, and he crossed his arms, and behind him were high white clouds, and the sky was clear.

He was Reginald Ashram, the Supreme Councilman of the War College.

There are not many people in this vast war college who have not heard of his name. As the founder, he had the power of veto and the power to represent the college council in an emergency, which led to many criticisms of him, and of course, criticism was another ironclad proof of his fame.

The other person was also well-known in the academy, and he had never taken off his heavy long hat and porous mask similar to that of Master Wuji Sword Saint Yi. The wind blew on him, but it was as if it had been poured into a dry well, and it disappeared.

He's Jax.

"You can't go." It was Jax who spoke, and the voice was like a bell.

"No, I must. Li Qing's talent is one in a million, and he just made a small mistake. It was devastating, but it was a testament to his talent—"

"Such words are better explained to the council, and this is not what I am going to say."

"He can change this parliament with its own evil intentions. Only he has the most potential to be my successor, and I can't allow him to become a monk! ”

"Then you can't go either."

"Anyway, the War College must unite all the nations to join, right? In this way, they can resolve disputes through virtual battlefields rather than bloody battlefields. Sooner or later, an envoy to Ionia is planned, so it might as well be considered an envoy trip. ”

"Perhaps, you will run into war. Ionia had no intention of entering such a nonsensical organization, they only wanted to be quiet and enlightened. But as long as Ionia meets the big wolf dog of Noxus, he will naturally come to us for help. It's not too late. ”

"How do you want me to convince the council so quickly? War Colleges were created to avoid bloodshed, so why reap the benefits of a war? ”

"Not really, but it's pretty much the same. Ionia thought that she was detached from the world, like a child who was not afraid of heaven and earth, and when they felt pain, they would naturally mature. ”

"This is different from me going to Li Qing to go back to the academy. Even if there is a war there, it is not a bad thing. ”

"I know, you're thinking that if you are in danger at that time, it can be counted as an emergency, and the plenipotentiary will make a decision on behalf of the War College Council." Jax said calmly, not at all like a tentative question after speculation.

"That's right."

Jax was silent.

Reginald lowered his eyebrows and smiled lightly, and strode forward, his white robe making a wind-swept sound.

"You won't find anything there." Jax said suddenly.

Reginad paused, smiled softly, and continued to stride down the path he had taken.

……

He awoke from his dream, the fire burning in front of him, and he looked sluggish in the cold night of the Northland.

He could hear the sound of even breathing, and his sleeping lips and teeth were slightly emitting wisps of white air.

It's silent.