The preparations for the long journey were quickly completed, and after a long and long thought about the secret goodbyes to the people around him, Lester decided to leave behind the magic steel mask, which symbolized the lord's authority.

When necessary, Jisi, who is about the same size as Lester, can disguise herself as the lord of the Emerald Collar, as a pillow man for more than ten years, it is not difficult to imitate a man's behavior and movements, plus with the support of the Angel Sisters, Margaret and Epsol, even if someone guesses that it is fake, there is no qualification to question it.

As for the magic steel mask, which can suppress personal aura, for Lester, the effect has begun to become smaller.

In the past ten years, Elena who suppressed the red rune fragments has not not grown, although it is still impossible to do a detailed conversation, Lester can also let Elena withdraw the life energy that is scattered all the time into her body through psychic communication, and has lost the bonus of [Charm Aura] from life energy.

Even if you look at your face, there are very few people who lose their minds because of an attractive face, so they won't incur all kinds of trouble simply because of their charm.

When Reze had just left Demacia's borders, Lester, riding Thea, also left the Emerald Territory and headed east, flying to the Immortal Fortress.

After landing outside the immortal fortress, Lester settled Thea on the mountain, hired a carriage and entered the majestic military fortress.

Relying on a special pass from Noxus, the carriage went straight into the streets of the Black Thorn Rose, and Lester found the mage stationed at the entrance of the street.

"I'm Lester, excuse me, is Lady Rose home?"

First, she looked at the man with vigilant eyes, and it was not until she saw the man's undisguised face, combined with Ms. Rose's rumors, that the female mage suddenly realized.

"You're the Lester mage who invented the amplification circle, right? I almost wouldn't recognize you without a mask...... Ms. Rose is at home, please come in. ”

"Thank you."

After thanking him, the man gradually approached the familiar mansion, just as fifteen years ago, Rose's house was still the highest and the largest, for fear that others would not know her high status.

Standing in front of the carved gate, for Lester, the house in front of him is half his home.

With a pull of his hand, the door opened, and Rose did not lock the door as always.

Closing the door and locking it with his hand, Lester slowed down and looked at the unchanged layout around him, and couldn't help but feel a little nostalgic.

Whether it is by the magic stove or on the dining table, there have been traces of intimacy between the two.

Lester walked up the stairs to the second floor, pushed open the hidden door, and sat on the edge of the bed with a woman in her pajamas and long silky black hair, her hands behind her back, her eyebrows crooked.

Some things have changed, some things haven't.

Let LeBlan's be LeBlanc, and Rose's to Rose.

A moment of hesitation made the man more enlightened.

"Stinky man, you finally know that you came to me, I thought you forgot your old love when you had a new love."

In the face of Rose's teasing, Lester sat on the bed without saying a word, took the woman's hand, looked at the woman's charming eyes, and said softly.

Iron, Iron, >Iron, Iron

"I'm sorry, even if I'm busy, I should have come to you, it's me who is wrong."

Rose was stunned, rarely, she didn't notice a trace of hypocrisy on the man's face, it was just, just like a real emotion from the heart, the woman instantly had the feeling of being snubbed by her husband as a wife.

In normal times, LeBlanc would hold her stomach and laugh for three days, but at this moment she found that she couldn't laugh at all, playing with her emotions as a drama.

originally wanted to end the special relationship between Rose and Lester as soon as possible, but at this moment, Rose was a little reluctant again, and her eyes involuntarily turned red.

The aggrieved woman tilted her head and pulled her hand away from the man's palm.

"Anyway, it's enough for you to have Misha and Sheena, and I'm what kind of person you're in, you don't have to apologize to me."

The man ignored the woman's struggle, and directly opened his arms and gently hugged him.

After a symbolic 'struggle', Rose, who couldn't exert her strength, decided to go with the flow.

This body can never refuse the man in front of it, and this has become a huge flaw.

Holes that must be erased.

"You've been an integral part of my life for a long time."

The woman silently bowed her head to the man's chest, and the man's deep voice continued.

"When I was most confused and helpless, it was you who gave me a home and made me feel like a human being again, you are not my person, you are the home that makes me feel at ease, and it is my most inseparable bond."

Rose's body shuddered.

She recalls her first meeting fifteen years ago, when the man humorously tripped Dort to the ground like a stupid bear, and she became interested in the man who spoke an unknown language.

Obviously he just wanted to dig up the secrets of the ancient relics, but he inexplicably fell into it, turning one person's house into a home for two people.

Before a man leaves the house and shines to the world, his favorite thing is to stay with a man at home, and at that time, Rose was the real Rose.

Cooking together, putting rice grains on each other's faces and laughing,

Sweep together, use wind magic to smear the dust all over the man's face, and make the man as black as the bottom of the pot become the bottom of the black pot,

Learn together, speak clumsy and funny spoken language, and express your emotions with the most lame gestures,

Sleep together and let each other's warmth become a haven for cold nights......

At a certain time, the crook of a man's arm is the place where a woman likes to rely on the most.

Morning and twilight, bit by bit, inadvertently, passed abruptly.

The flower that has been watered with countless painstaking efforts is as fragile as an ice flower, which will shatter at the touch of a button.

False sincere feelings, I don't know when, changed.

Rose's Rose, not Rose after all,

Rose's Rose, the Pale Witch, is LeBlanc.

An ancient warlock who will stop at nothing to achieve his goals.

Closing her blurred eyes, the woman's tears were like pearls, but the corners of her mouth were full of smiles.

"That is, if I die one day, you will be sad and cry for me?"

Nodding, Lester wiped the tears from Rose's eyes with his fingertips.

"I will cry, I will be sad for a long, long time, until I forget you completely, who taught me Noxus, forget my home on the street of Black Thorn Rose, forget that there is a person who accepts my gift."

"Then if you can't forget, don't you have to be sad forever?"

"Since you don't want to make me sad, why don't you give me a reason not to be sad?"

After a pause, Rose smiled.

"In this world, who can really control their own life and death except the gods?"

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