Irelia's breathing was flustered, her chest heaving violently, and the man in front of her was so strong that she couldn't break free at all.

"Can you let me go, do you have to talk like this?" Irelia sweated profusely, biting her lip and smothering her growl in her throat. If the Gentiles were so "enthusiastic", then she wouldn't like it at all.

"It's just a means to get you obedient. The way you are nervous now, don't you still care about your reputation as an admirer? Jeno looked left and right, and after realizing that the eyes of the others in the cemetery were blocked by the big tree in front of him, he still didn't let go of Irelia.

"No, I was only pushed up when I became the leader at that time, and you will spread bad rumors like this, it is related to my reputation, please ......"

Irelia tries to explain to Jano how important a woman's reputation is in Ionian tradition, but is interrupted by Jeno's domineering words.

"I know what you're worried about, and I don't want to embarrass it. Don't talk yet, I'll get out of myself after I'm done. ”

Jeno knew that what had plagued Irelia for years was a philosophical problem that was not so easy to explain, so he took such a reckless approach in a hurry.

Irelia was surprised by Jeno's sudden strange phrasing, but such straightforward words brought a more intuitive feeling, and she probably understood Jeno's true thoughts.

She steadied her breath, and Jeno organized her words.

"Irelia, I know that after the Battle of Stand, you have been burdened with a lot of infamy and forced to make many choices. I know your suffering, but it's useless to remember the past in the midst of pain, if you don't make changes, you will be obsolete by the times, and this time the situation is critical, and you must once again lead the Ionians to fight for the Newborn Land. ”

Jeno was looking at Irelia expectantly for the first second, but as the conversation shifted the next second, his eyes turned to deep concern for the future.

"But that's not enough. You've confronted Svein, and you know how terrible his strategy is, just to take Presidon with a group of veterans who have been redeployed, and if Noxus' reinforcements can meet him as planned, you will be killed on the spot, let alone cut off one of his arms. And now that Svein has fused demons in his severed arm and regained his life, and has become the Grand Commander of Noxus, he has made a comeback this time, but with the belief that he will win. The whole country is dispatched, all of you are united, such a Noxus, do you think you can stop it? ”

Of course not, Svein won't fall twice in the same pit.

Jeno is helping Irelia understand the difficulties of this war from the perspective of a bystander, which directly casts a shadow over Irelia's eyes, and even though Jeno has let go of her hand, she still looks dumbfounded.

Instead of confronting Jeno's question, she turned to Ionia's current condition, which seemed to be more serious than the threat of an external enemy.

"I still can't understand why the Noxians brought war to this pure land, when Ionia had never influenced the history of the outside world." She said in a daze, picking up the blades from the ground and piecing them together into the shape of a family crest.

In front of her are three fragmented motifs, representing the Zan's family, her hometown, and the rest of the Newborn Land, harmoniously connected together.

"You don't know what the war has brought us, I have lost all my family in the war, and Ionia is no longer what it used to be, the newborn lands are torn apart and hostile to each other, and the war is no less tragic than it was during the Noxian invasion. In the aftermath of the war, some people became quick to settle disputes with violence, even against their neighbors. People have lost their former harmony, and their loved ones have lost their lives in the war. Perhaps that's why the prophet Karma decided not to do it anymore – once the seeds of violence are planted in people's hearts, they can never be eradicated, and maybe I am the one who sowed the seeds. ”

The fierce struggle between the radical warlords and the traditional pacifists has made Irelia in the middle of war and peace miserable. Following peace means losing one's homeland, and listening to violence leads to the loss of ancestral traditions, which is why Irelia is confused.

"It's not your fault, if you hadn't done that, Ionia would have fallen, is that what you want to see? Do you expect the Noxians to live peacefully with the prisoners of war? Is this possible? ”

Jeno's aggressive tone made Irelia cow uneasily, but it was difficult to change the preconceived notions.

"But what I'm afraid of is that while I fight for Ionia's freedom, I will forever lose the stability that this land has inherited for thousands of years." As she spoke, her eyes lost their brightness.

With the hard lessons of the past, Irelia fears that her actions will once again sow evil consequences in the land, as evidenced by the Brotherhood's swords against her own people, as she killed so many Assassins with her own hands, just because they felt that Irelia had failed to convince them that the traditionalists would also raise their butcher knives and unite with them.

"The world has changed. Today is no longer the past, and there is no need to hold on to it. While making changes can cause some loss of tradition and cause us a lot of pain, it's important to remember that the traditions that were made back then weren't tailored for today's world. Since we live in the present, we must adapt to the world in the present way. Kalmar said, don't be afraid of change. Arelia, you need to know that change lasts! ”

"Make a difference...... Did the prophet really say that? ”

Jeno's words rekindled the flame of rebellion in Irelia's heart, and her eyes regained their brilliance.

"Probably...... Possibly. Jeno was vague.

"Probably? Maybe that's just your side of the story? ”

"She really said it." Jeno was sure, but he didn't listen to her.

Irelia's smile was rare again, but it quickly faded into endless worry.

"Speaking of change, according to what you said, Noxus has become stronger, and Ionia is torn apart, can I really lead everyone to win this war?"

The situation was different, and Irelia felt that even if she did her best, it would not be enough to lead the rebels to defeat the invaders, how could a refueled army of iron-blooded soldiers be defeated by a group of rangers?

Jeno knew of course that Irelia alone wasn't enough. In his vision, Irelia would only be responsible for rallying the people and fighting together, and the Resistance's admiration for her could be transformed into a force to be reckoned with.

As for how to defeat Noxus, it depends on whether he can bring those transcendents together.

"Have you forgotten that you have also grown? If you were able to defeat Svein once when you were a girl, you can do the same now. Since the broken blades can gather into a family crest in your hands, then the divided Ionia will surely be united under your leadership. ”

"I'll try to do it, stranger, but thank you for your advice, albeit abruptly."

"No thanks, you just need to reconcile the contradictions between the people and lead the rebels, and I'll help you find reinforcements." After the most important instructions, Jeno left the cemetery quickly.

Without delay, after helping the backbone of the rebels to strengthen his faith, he must immediately go to find the next transcendent.

The next stop, let's go to Weili to find the little junior sister of the Balanced Sect, the outlier Thorn Akali.

"By the way, can you tell me your name before you leave?" Irelia's questioning voice came from behind her.

Jeno, who was leaving quickly, heard this, and almost fell down, but he didn't expect to talk so much for a long time, and people didn't even know who to talk to, which made him feel that he was seriously overestimating his charm.

But also, after all, he and Irelia have only known each other for less than half an hour, and they were forced to listen to so many big truths when they first met, and it was already rare not to think of themselves as neurotics.

"Introduce yourself formally. My name is Jeno, Mrs. Piltworth, and it doesn't matter if you don't know me, you'll hear it from other mouths soon, I promise. ”

Jeno turned to face Irelia and saluted his chest, his demeanor and deeds showed nobility and confidence, but after turning his back to leave again, the aristocratic temperament he had just formed immediately pulled across, casually holding his arms and walking away, as if his front and back were completely two people.