"We would have been the closest sisters, Ash!"

"Yes, my sister, but fate is always so impermanent..."

- The Poems of the Three Sisters of Freljord

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Throughout Sejuani's growth trajectory, it is completely inseparable from the three words of identity.

When he was a child, he longed for recognition from his mother, and when he grew up, he longed for recognition from his good sister Ash, and after becoming a war mother, he longed for recognition from the tribe and Freldrudzhub.

That's why Aslan has such a statement.

Of course; If it was just him, he might not say that, but with Tonya standing behind him, the effect of saying it would be different.

Looking at Sejuani, who had invited her, Aslan stroked her chest and saluted, "Maybe one day in the future we will be on the same front, but this time is not now. ”

Aslan's words didn't bend in the face of Sejuani, "Wait until the day you become a leader worthy of respect." ”

Sejuani looked at Aslan for a while, and finally when Udil thought she couldn't help but want to pick up the flail in her hand and open the scoop for Aslan, she spoke, "You mean that I don't have the qualifications to be a good leader right now?" ”

The atmosphere around them suddenly became delicate, as if the loot was growing on the ground, and the warriors of the Winter Claws who were buried in the battlefield all pretended to pick up the things on the ground, but they all pricked up their ears and listened carefully.

How fresh.

Finally, someone scolded our mother-in-arms and did what they wanted to do but didn't dare to do.

The corpse of the troll was still burning when it was set on fire in the snow, and Udir stood between Sejuani and Aslan, praying that the gods of Valhalla in the north would give him a solution to his dilemma, and Aslan seemed to be a good boy who should enjoy the feast of Winter's Claws, and should not let Sejuani fall here and cause him to return to the arms of the gods.

Save my old father, it's enough to worry about.

"You are undoubtedly the best Mother of Winter's Claw, but you are not the best leader of the entire Freljord, and the Claw of Winter does not represent the entire Freljord."

Facing Sejuani's angry eyes, Aslan was also looking at her with an indifferent expression.

After a few moments, Sejuani retracted her flail on the pylon on the back of the steel mane, "You wait and see, sooner or later I will be the greatest warmother in all of Freljord." ”

"I think so, but it's not enough to feed Winterclaw, and your rhetoric is very full, but your people are clearly hungry in the bitter cold."

Udir: "..."

"Your warriors are honorable, they are loyal and good at fighting, and they abide by the ancient precepts, and it can be said that in the minds of all the brave and fierce Freljord men of Winter's Claws, it is not sad to follow you to die on the battlefield, but it is a noble honor, this is their faith..."

"Death is not terrible, but starvation, freezing to death, after their own death, their families cannot get the protection and warmth of the tribe, and their children cannot grow up smoothly, which is the greatest disrespect for them."

"You can maintain your honor for being good at fighting, but you must also choose between the survival of your warriors and your own honor." Aslan didn't seem to see the anger rising in Sejuani's eyes, and almost all of the words she said caused the Winterclaw's War Mother to clench her fists and her blood pressure skyrocket, "It's cruel, but Freljord is cruel to everyone who survives here. ”

The warriors of the Winterclaws around them stopped their movements and looked at Sejuani.

As Aslan said, they can see the honor of a warrior to let them die on the battlefield, but the fact that they are freezing to death and starving to death cannot allow their offspring to grow up smoothly is the greatest insult to the warrior.

Aslan's words, like a bone scraper, cut a bloody wound in Sejuani's body, she never expected that someone would speak to her like this, and importantly, she couldn't find a suitable reason to refute it.

Because it's true, Freljord is in a harsh environment, and every day of survival is a brutal battle.

She fixed her gaze on Aslan's face again, then pouted, and everywhere she looked, the warriors of Winterclaw bowed their heads.

At this moment, Sejuani seemed to understand something.

She looked at Udir, at the sworn father who had been helping her, and her eyes spoke for themselves.

Udir was helpless, he had tried to persuade Sejuani more than once, but she didn't seem to listen, as if she were in the case of her and Ash, she didn't listen to anyone's opinion.

But today, it seems to be different.

...

The moonlight of Shurima Uzeris, like the midday sun in the desert of the Great Contest, sprinkled a rare crimson with a haughty attitude.

Cassiopeia sat in the garden, quietly looking up at the night sky.

She vaguely felt that since her mother received a letter, some of the atmosphere in the house had become unpleasant.

"Cassiopeia." Caterina saw her sister sitting in the garden, and she jumped briskly up to the treetops, "What do you think?" ”

Cassiopaia glanced at Caterina who was squatting on a tree like a sand and playing with the dagger in her hand, and gracefully picked her pink nails, "My dear sister, don't you think that my mother became a little abnormal after receiving a letter yesterday? ”

"Letter? Where did the letter come from? Catalina jumped down from the treetops, "Is it another marriage contract, or is it the boy from Madame Lestana's house?" ”

"Who knows?" Cassiopeia glanced at her sister, who was not at all graceful, "What order did you receive when you came back this time?" ”

Cassiopeia had little interest in Katerina's mission, but that didn't stop her from learning what she wanted to know, especially in this particular environment.

The pull of the Battle of Ionia has brought about a huge change in the top management of Noxus, and Cassiopeia has a keen sense of some important information.

"What are you two talking about?"

Walking out of the room, Soleana looked at her two daughters with warm eyes, twisted her waist and walked into the garden.

"Lady Lestana again?" Caterina seemed to ask casually, "Could it be related to that kid Aslan?" ”

Cassiopeia pursed her lips and gave Caterina a blank look.

"I think so." Soleana sat down on a bench in the garden, compared to Caterina, who did not like red makeup and loved arms, her outfit was completely aristocratic and delicate, and she did not forget to show the elegance and dignity of a mature lady at any time.

Dressed in a black soft gauze dress, a string of black pearl necklaces hung on her long snow neck, her skin and accessories showed a strong color distinction, which better reflected her soft skin and bulging chest, and her golden hair was also neat and smooth, and her lips were simply smeared with a little bright red, but it showed an elegance and charm.

It is a sense of elegance cultivated by the age of the moon and the long observance of etiquette, and there is a strong contrast that wants to pull it from heaven to hell.

She always did so, always maintaining her most elegant posture.

"How long will it take to be back this time?" Soleana looked at Caterina with a calm expression that concealed some emotion.

"It won't be long, just a few days." Caterina replied casually, "The Command has a new order to enlist my father to lead the war in Ionia. ”

"Really..."

Thinking of the Pale Lady's edict, Soleanna fell silent.

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[Soleana, the official background of Du Kekao's wife, the mother of Cassiopeia and Katarina, one of the sacrifices of the Black Rose, emm..., can only reveal so much for the time being. 】