Verse 7: Aftermath of the Finale

"If it is still rain after the rain, and there is still sadness after the sorrow, please let me face this parting calmly, and smile and wait for you who will never appear again. - "Queen" Michelia

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One

Insol had spent four years at the War College and supposedly knew all about the Outtown, but he swore he never knew there was such a strange place. Valoran has an exclusive term to "describe" this place, called the "dark alley area", which is simply a place where brothels are located. Saiwen is probably a celebrity in the dark alley area, because when he walked here, the women around him threw flattering eyes, and some even came up directly to kiss him, he never refused to come, just kissed one, he would take the other party's lip powder and saliva to kiss the next, you know, he may only be sixteen or seventeen years old.

"Hey——!" Insominia patted Severn on the shoulder, his ribs were probably broken, and the limit of what he could walk this far was, "Haven't you reached it yet?"

"That's the one up ahead!" Severn pointed to a large sign not far away, which was a very different style building. All the brothels were painted red, and the entrance was marked with two very high red railings, but the building was painted black, and the door was tilted 45 degrees to the southeast, which would not have been noticeable if it were not for the fact that the sign was a little bigger.

When Insol walked to the door, he saw the black letters on the wooden sign - "rain room", he frowned, he was confused, he didn't understand what "rain room" meant, and what made him even more puzzled was why Michelia and Severn lived in the dark alley area, and in such a strange house.

At that moment, the door was opened from the inside, and a tall woman walked out, looking to be in her early twenties, dressed in a white robe, with dark blonde hair draped over her shoulders, bangs to her eyebrows, melon seed face and a high nose, and her skin fairer than Severn's. The woman was eating an apple and was now looking at Insol with interest.

"Ahh

Insol narrowed his eyes at the young woman in front of him, feeling that his mind was a little messy, "She's Michelia? the summoner known to the people as "The Queen"? No, it can't be, she's not a few years older than me, and I can barely feel her force field, why is this happening? Could it be that Severn has multiple sisters?"

"Is this a friend you brought?" the woman slowly walked up to Insol's side and circled around the other for half a circle, "Well, yes, looks very handsome! I like it!" She suddenly smirked twice, and her appearance became a little cute, similar to the haughty look just now.

"He's called—" Severn got up from the ground and patted his brain, "what's your name!?"

"Insominia Spellbreaker!" Insol introduced his last name to a stranger for the first time, knowing that whether the woman was Michelia or not, he had to gain the trust of the other party.

Severn's sister took a bite of the apple, "The name is too long to remember!" As soon as she finished speaking, she coughed, choking on the apple she had just eaten.

Insol looked at the woman in front of him and frowned, "Are you okay?"

"Well——! good, good! Insol!" said Severn's sister, wiping her saliva hand with her robe, her red cheeks regaining their previous whiteness, "Come in! You look injured!"

Insol followed the siblings through a ten-foot circular corridor to a spacious living room. The four walls of the living room are lined with oak planks, and the floor is made of lapis lazuli, a very rare stone in Valoran. The dome of the living room is a thick piece of glass, and when you look up, you can see the second floor, which is supposed to be a flower room. "Excuse me—are you—Michelia?" he asked at last.

"Yes, that's right!" Severn's sister, Michelia to be precise, nodded, she threw the uneaten apple into the trash, and then sat on the sofa in the living room, "Severn, go get the potion to heal the broken bones!"

"Yes, sister!" said Severn, grimacing at Michelia's back as he walked up the stairs. The apple that had just been thrown into the trash flew out and hit him the head!

Insol just wanted to sit on the wooden chair next to him, but was stunned by the scene just now, although he was a summoner himself, he had never seen such magic. He swore he hadn't seen any gestures from Michelia or felt any flow of magic, but it did happen! "Is this what she's capable of? It's incredible! It's beyond magic!Who the hell is she!?"

"Oh my God!" Severn rubbed the back of his head and walked up the stairs.

"See, that's what happened to everyone who messed with me!" Michelia leaned on the armrest of the couch and looked at Causesol carefully, and for some reason, she suddenly grinned, revealing two rows of white teeth, "Do you have—um, lovers?"

Insol frowned, he didn't expect the other party to ask such a question. "Uh-I-haven't ...... yet" He knew he was lying, and all he felt was his cheeks burn.

"Oh, then, what is Sivir you?" Mishelia suddenly became serious, but it immediately turned into a debauched laugh, "As you can see, I'm the founder of the Summoner's Diary Society, and there's not much Valoran I don't know!"

As Michelia laughed and spoke, Insol noticed two details: first, that he had platinum-gold eyes, which he had never seen before, and second, that he was wearing a six-pointed star ring on the middle finger of his left hand, an ancient silver ring. "Fronza, what is his relationship with you?" he asked, staring into the other's eyes.

Michelia's eyes glanced away, though only for a moment, "He's a member of the Society, let's be friends!" she said, picking up the tequila on the table next to her and taking a big sip.

Insol analyzed two points from the details just now: "I drank a big sip of spirits, but I didn't feel anything at all, it seems that this person is sociable. In addition - her relationship with Fronsa...... She's lying!" "My companions, they were on the roof of a wine cellar, and Severn and I did not bring them to avoid the Inquisitor. He was a little worried about the trio, though he didn't like the hateful guys.

"Oh, damn the Inquisitor again!" Michelia blew the hair off her forehead, "What's their name?"

"Here's the medicine! here's the medicine!" said Severn as he ran down from the second floor and tossed a white vial to Insol, "This potion will heal your wounds quickly, but it tastes like cat urine!"

"Believe it or not, I want you to drink real cat urine!?" Michelia glared at Severn fiercely.

Insol took the vial and pulled out the cork, and a strong smell of urine immediately escaped, and it didn't take much effort for the whole living room to become like a latrine...... He pinched his nose and swallowed dryly, he didn't know why his luck was so bad, he had drunk a bottle of "horse urine" in the land of voodoo not long ago, and now he was going to drink "cat urine" here.

"Drink it——! "Cover her mouth and nose with her sleeve, pick up the agave on the table next to her, and pour a glass, "Just drink this later! Drink it——! I'm about to throw up!"

Insol closed his eyes tightly and drank the cat urine from the bottle, the feeling was indescribable, sour, bitter, and disgusting...... Michelia picked up the glass of tequila on the table and poured it into Insol's mouth......

"That's fine——! Michelia frowned, glancing down at the glass pane of the dome, the smell of urine that had been thick just now disappeared immediately, "now tell me—what are the names of those friends of yours?"

"Singana, Herbert, and Kimberly!" Insol looked at Michelia in surprise, he still couldn't figure out the other party's ability, but at least he knew that the potion was very effective, and the pain in his body was gone.

Michelia poured herself another glass of tequila, raised her glass and drank it down, she didn't look like a woman at all, more like a barbarian man to be precise. However, none of this was important, and something surprising had already happened - on the floor of the living room, a six-pointed barrier composed of amethyst suddenly appeared, and a dazzling silver light flashed, and the trio in a dying state appeared in the barrier......

Insol stood up, his black eyes about to crack, he couldn't believe that what was before him was real, that his once-calm and analytical brain was out of order. At this moment, there is no need for so-called wisdom at all, because everything that is called experience and truth by human beings has collapsed!

"Let what you want to come true, this, this is simply ...... "God", is there really such a thing in this world?"

Two

"Brother Fronza, there won't be a judge coming to arrest us!" Coria looked at the tall walls of the obsidian city, which were even more magnificent in the warm morning light.

"They're not coming to arrest us!" Fronza stretched, then tilted his neck to look at Coria, "They won't even let us in!"

"Are you crazy, why are you taking us down the road now that you know?" shouted Asrema at Fronza.

"There are some things that you can't dodge, and the sooner you face them, the easier it will be solved!" Fronza patted Asrema on the shoulder, he looked at the nearly sixty-foot-tall walls of the Obsidian City, and smiled, "You've been waiting for us for a long time!"

As soon as Fronza's words fell, two red-robed inquisitors appeared on the stone road ahead. The one on the left is tall and burly, with a long sword behind his back. The one on the right is a little shorter, thin, somewhat hunchbacked, and looks old.

"Inquisitor!?" Eloni cried, fear written on her face, "us!

"Fronza!" Asrema said, summoning a six-foot-long metal rod as he stared at the two Inquisitors not far away, "My wounds have healed, and these two guys are handed over to me!"

Fronza turned his head to Asrema and covered the side of his mouth with his right hand, lowering his voice, "Remind you, the one on the left is called Moral, and he is the best of the Inquisitors in hand-to-hand combat!

"I don't care who it is! let them see the spells I've developed myself!" Asrema took two steps forward, pointed the end of her metal rod at the Inquisitor, her free right hand gripped her left wrist, closed her eyes slightly, and muttered a spell.

"Secret Method: Mana Flow!"

A powerful magical force poured out of Asrema's metal rod, forming a six-rayed barrier in mid-air, white light condensed in the center of the barrier, and with a piercing sound like cutting metal, an extremely fine white light struck the Inquisitors at unimaginable speed, and yet—Morar drew the long sword behind his back, and the blade of the sword cut an arc of light in midair, dissolving Asrema's spell, and leaving a deep mark when it hit the ground, and the deep scar continued to extend forward to Asrema's feet.

Fronza pushed Asrema away and used a zero-second teleport to dodge the deadly shockwave. "Very good spell! a direct hit would be enough to kill!" he dragged Asrema up from the ground, "but this spell can't deal with a judge of that level!"

Asrema tilted her head to the side and snorted vigorously, "I'm not reconciled!

"You're going to defeat them!?" Fronza finished the rest of Asrema with the rest of the words, "Save it, man, they're all battle-hardened, and time is fair for anyone!"

"Fronza Invoker!?" Morar slung his sword over his shoulder, "Hey, Fenogus, leave this guy to me!

"That's the bastard! just call those three idiots trash!" Asrema glanced at Anton Saron, Aroni, and Korya, "and you put me in trash!"

Fronza chuckled, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared next to Moral, "Long time no see, Brother Moral!"

"So—you're already in!?" Moral glanced at the chain around Fronza's neck, where a vintage six-pointed star ring was tied, "Hmph, let's make the six-pointed star a five-pointed star!"

"You don't look the same, Brother Moral!" Fronza said, and then he pulled off the chain and put the six-pointed star ring on the middle finger of his left hand, and what happened next is indescribable - Fronsa's body lit up with a dazzling silver light, and at the same time, his dirty gray robe turned into a beige robe of exquisite workmanship, a white silk scarf around his neck, and his long dark yellow hair fluttered in the wind, showing an inexplicable temperament.

"W-what is that!?" Aslema's eyes were about to fall out, and he couldn't help but grow his mouth as he looked at Fronza not far away.

"That kind of force field—" Anton Saron was already in a trance, and he felt an inexplicable pleasure in his heart, "No summoner I've seen so far can compare to it!"

"Tenise Spear!?" Moral's words were filled with surprise, "how could you have such a thing!?"

Holding a giant spear in his left hand, Fronza turned sharply and slashed horizontally with the sharp blade on the side of the spear. Morar gripped the hilt of his sword with both hands, barely parrying the fierce attack, and at the same time, a six-pointed barrier appeared under his feet, and the blade of the sword immediately lit up with golden rays. The ensuing battle between the two was unpredictable, they almost stood still, just striking each other with their weapons, and each collision of weapons would burst out with a powerful shock wave and make a deafening sound.

"The spear is a two-handed weapon, and it has always been held in one hand, is it too much to underestimate the opponent?" Moral's words concealed a hint of anger and resentment, and he felt that he was being underestimated by the other party.

"Brother Moral, you're relying too much on your own weapons!" Fronza said, plunging his spear into the ground.

"What!?don't you even need a weapon!?" Moral was completely enraged, and he shouted as he swung his long sword and slashed at Fronza's neck, "It's so underestimating others——!

Fronza caught Moral's attack with his right hand and held the opponent's sword body tightly, "I've spent too much time on you!" He slightly cocked the corners of his mouth and slammed the opponent's heart with the palm of his left hand - the huge impact made Moral fly out, and his body rolled on the stone road for a dozen turns before stopping.

"Goo——!!" Moral spat out a mouthful of blood and lay on the ground, "This is the power of cultivation!?It's just a palm, it's just a palm—it's impossible! The ribs are broken, he's so strong!"

"I don't want to kill, he can still be saved!" Fronza picked up the Tenise spear and looked at Finogues with a blank face.

"Is this the power of Fronsa's cultivation?" Anton Salon, looking at Moral who was lying motionless on the ground, showed a surprised expression, "Incredible attack!"

"I've wanted to kill that man for a long time!" said Finoguez, his voice cold and deep, sounding like he was sixty or seventy years old, "and all of you, I'm going to kill them together!" As soon as he finished speaking, a puff of black smoke formed under his feet, which looked like a black veil from a distance. The black smoke moved fast, and in a few moments it surrounded itself and Fronsa.

"Ah, I almost forgot, this is your ability!Black Mist, how many innocents has this spell killed?" Fronza said as he slammed the ground with the Tenyss Spear in his hand, and the silver light on the spear immediately spread out, repelling the black smoke......

"Tenys, how did you get this artifact?" said Finoguez in a low voice, "You've seen Exio!? No, you were a child when he left Valoran. ”

"There are a lot of things you don't know, although I don't want to hold such an artifact!" Fronza glanced at the Tenyss Spear in his hand, "A person of humble power like me would consume life force by using such an artifact—but I don't have a choice!"

"You're going to die anyway, it's better to be killed by my spell than to be devoured by Tenness's giant spear!" Finoguez clasped his hands together, and a red six-pointed enchantment immediately appeared under his feet.

"Forbidden Magic: Witch of Death!"

Dozens of thick puffs of black smoke struck Fronza at an extremely fast speed, and spun rapidly around his body, which looked like a human face, to be precise, the face of a skeleton...... "Don't you know that such a spell is ineffective against the wielder of the Tenise Giant Spear?" Fronza said, raising his spear-wielding left arm flat to the side of his body, and the huge force field brought a violent wind, blowing away the black smoke!

"Of course I knew, I knew it from the beginning!" Finogues sneered.

Fronza immediately understood what Finogus had said, and he turned his head to look at his companions, who were approaching them in a large puff of black smoke. "It's despicable!" he said, slamming the ground with his free right hand, and a blinding red light quickly stretched along the ground, and soon caught up with the black smoke—

"Forbidden Technique: Dragon Rock Barrier!"

A thick red rock mass rose from the ground, blocking between the black smoke and Anton Saron and the others, and there was a dragon head on the barrier, which was opening its huge mouth at the moment, as if it could tear the prey in front of it in a minute!

"Dragonrock barrier!?can't be—it's a spell that only Exio can do!" said Finoguez in surprise, watching the dragon's head that gradually devoured his spell grow larger and larger—

"That's right, it's indeed Exio's spell, but there's a second layer of the Dragonrock Barrier, and you're honored to be the first person in Valoran to see it!" Fronza chuckled, glanced back at the huge dragon head embedded in the rock, and closed his eyes slightly, "The second layer of the Dragonrock Barrier - Dragon's Fury!"

"No need to chant, directly activate the second layer of the forbidden art, it is impossible-who are you!?" Finogus summoned his silver staff, "Well, no matter who you are, my goal has been achieved!" As soon as his words fell, he used a zero-second teleportation to dodge the deadly flames that erupted from the dragon's head, and appeared beside Fronza, raising the staff and striking the opponent's heart.

"Forbidden Technique: Sentence!"

"Oh no! this is a judgment spell that only the Inquisitor can use!" Anton Sharon showed a surprised expression, "It can freeze the magic power in the summoner's body!"

What happened next made Anton Salon's worries unnecessary, and another self "appeared" in Fronsa's body, which seemed to be split into two identical selves, but in fact, it was the mirror image that was hit by Finoguez, and it was the ontology that broke away from it.

"Primordial Mirror ——!?" Coria grew her mouth, her big blue eyes twitched twice, "The strongest mirror spell! I've only seen descriptions in ancient books before, it turns out, it really exists!"

"The original mirror!? impossible!" Finogues could not have imagined that his opponent was so young and so strong.

"This blow is for all the innocents you killed!" Fronza frowned, his expression serious, and in the blink of an eye, he appeared behind Finogus, and the giant spear of Tenyss had pierced through the opponent's body and turned into a silver light, returning to his hand.

"Y-you killed him!?" Asrema looked at Finogus, who was lying in a pool of blood, "He's the Inquisitor, it's a felony!"

"No, I never kill anyone, I just teach him a lesson. Fronza turned and looked at Finogus with his dark green eyes, "Look at me, Finoguez! You've never seen us, you're out of town on a mission, only to be ambushed by the members of the Covenant Society!"

"What are you doing!?" Asrema glanced at Finoguez, then fell on Fronza.

"Modify his memories with telepsychia!" Fronsa's iris turned, and the color of his eyes faded a little, "Alright, the problem is solved! Let's go back!" he smiled at his companions, and the spear of Tenyss in his hand disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"Fronsa, why are you creating a conflict between the Cardinal Inquisitor and the Compact Society?" asked Anton Salon, puzzled, "They are all Inquisitors!"

"That's right, they're all Inquisitors, the Red-Clad Inquisitors are loyal to Lariva, but the Pact Society is loyal to Nasilon Maier!" Fronza spread his hands and pursed his lower lip, "It's like two opposing parties, there is a contradiction in the first place!"

"I've always thought that the Inquisitors are loyal to League of Legends!" Coria whispered.

"There are Judges loyal to League of Legends, but not them!" Fronza walked over to Moral's side, "Moral, look up and look into my eyes!" He looked at the other man's face hidden in the hood, his eyes turning green.

"Wow!" Eloni ran to Fronsa's side, tugged at the hem of the other's clothes, and looked at the other with affection, "You have the ability to modify other people's memories!, can you do me a little favor!?"

"No, this ability can't be used for boring things!" Fronza shook off Eroni's hand, and then glanced at the other man secretly.

"Am I not okay!?" Eloni blinked her big silver-gray eyes and bit her lip, her voice becoming delicate.

"Unless you promise me one thing!" Fronza squinted at Anton Salon, who was standing not far away, and put his mouth close to Eroni's ear, and whispered something secretly.

Eloni glared at Fronza viciously, and then pinched the other party's waist, "You actually put forward such a condition! Your image in my heart is ruined! I will ignore you again!"

"Hey, beautiful princess!" Fronza looked at Eloni's back with a helpless expression, "I'm kidding! But if you agree to my request, I won't mind!"

[Author's Note]

About Spell Channeling: In general, chanting is not required to cast a secret spell, but some summoners with very weak mana still need to use chant to activate the arcane spell. Forbidden techniques generally require chanting, especially the second and third levels of forbidden arts. In Valoran, there are less than twenty summoners who have mastered the ability to initiate the second and third stages of forbidden spells without chanting, a system developed by Exio. As for why Fronza has this ability, it will be revealed later.

Three

Insol looked at a piece of parchment pasted on the wall, and on the right side drew a girl with long hair flowing and a sad face, and on the left was a few lines of beautiful font, which was a poem:

"As always,

The wind leaves a burn that no one hears,

When all things that are barren wither

Like smoke dissipating

I always try to grasp and piece together those cloudy memories

This is my weakness and low self-esteem

maybe

It should not be lingering in repeated lamentations

What else can I say?

Everything that is cherished, everything that is lost

The eyes that once held each other, the breath that hugged each other

Perhaps the past can only be banished in the wind

can only resist the laughter of the years alone......

- Michelia"

Insol frowned and stared at the parchment for a long time, until Kimberly snorted softly while lying on the single bed, and he turned to look at the trio, whose cheeks were bloodied, and although they were still asleep, they had passed the dangerous period. For three days, Michelia took good care of them, and her mastery of alchemy nearly brought the strangers back to life.

"Are you healed, man?" Severn walked in, holding a candle in his hand, "It's too dark in the room, I'll fill in a lamp!" he said, hanging the candle on a nail on the wall.

"Why do you live in a-" Insol glanced out the door to make sure there was no one in the foyer, "a place with a lot of brothels?"

"Because it's the safest place to be!" Severn spread his hands, "The Inquisitors couldn't have imagined that this is the community headquarters of the Summoner's Diary!"

"Fronza said that your sister could easily kill the Inquisitor, I mean, you don't have to worry about the Inquisitor. Insol sat at a round table in the center of the room, where there were two wooden chairs.

"Well——! that's right!" Severn sat down in another chair, "My sister doesn't need to worry about the Inquisitor, in fact, all Inquisitors are afraid of her, but she needs to keep the rest of the community safe!"

"I don't understand, why the Inquisitor hates Summoner's Diary so much?" Insol frowned, looking into Severn's blue eyes and tugging at the beard on his chin.

"The top executives of the Eight City-States and League of Legends are cowards, and they are all afraid of those who have the facts in their hands and have the courage to tell the truth!" Severn poured himself a cup of coffee and raised his glass to signal Insol to have a cup as well, "The official is committed to deceiving the public, and my sister is committed to letting the public know the truth!"

"Your sister must have a very unbearable past!" Insol glanced at the parchment paintings on the wall.

Severn followed Insol's gaze, turned sideways, and stared at the parchment, "That's right, she used to love someone very much, and then—that person left her very ruthlessly!"

"Uh...... I don't think that's what I'm asking—" Insol touched his nose with an embarrassed expression, "I want to know, ...... she has with the Inquisitor"

"You know—" Severn stood up, glancing into the foyer, then closed the door, "Do you know why the Inquisitor is afraid of my sister?"

Insol frowned and stared at Saiwen, the other party's expression became serious, "Because of her ability? The ability to make imaginary things become reality?"

Severn shook his head, "Not that godly!But her abilities do belong to that category, but not completely!To be exact, a terrible spell called 'crystallization'! Three years ago, we were still living in Demacia, and the Cardinal Inquisitor found us, and my sister was in a meeting with the leaders of the Society—they were all killed, right in front of my sister!She was furious, yes, I've never seen her so angry, so—"

"What—what happened next?" Insol looked puzzled, desperate to know what was next.

Saiwen's tone suddenly became low, his expression seemed to be surprised and fearful, "Fifteen Inquisitors, all turned purple - 'Crystal People', I can only describe it as such, their bodies were crystallized, and then- shattered into crystal powder!"

At that moment, the door was kicked open from the outside, and Michelia, dressed in a white dressing gown, stood in the doorway, rubbing her eyes and yawning, "What are you two dead people muttering here? I'm woken up! I'm going to kill you if you don't sleep!"

Insol looked at Michelia's "heartless" appearance, and felt that what was standing in front of him was not a woman with a tragic past, but a great nobleman of a certain city-state, but he knew that all this was just a disguise.

"What happened to the three dying men?" said Michelia, tilting her head to one side and leaning against the doorframe, looking like she was about to fall asleep.

"Good—" Severn glanced at the trio, "thanks to your urine-like potion, it should be alive in no time!"

When Michelia heard Severn's words, she immediately refreshed herself, and she grabbed her brother, who was a head taller than herself, and threw him out of the doorway. It's like, it's not a stout lad, it's a skinny pup. "Dare to humiliate your old sister!" she squinted at Severn, who was moaning in the foyer, and then set her eyes on Insol, "Good night, Sivir's little lover, sleep in my stupid brother's room tonight!"

Insol nodded, "Oh, okay, thank you!" he glanced at Michelia, who looked languid, and walked over and grabbed Severn, "I can't see that such a slender woman has so much strength!" he whispered to Severn.

"I've been thrown by her like this for ten years, can I not have much strength?" said Severn grinning, clutching his ass.

Four

Time: Early evening

Location: League of Legends, Impartial Council Chamber

Characters: Mangucci, thirteen Covenant Keepers and head of the Alliance's Intelligence Department

(¤Thirteen Covenant Keepers sat around an oval conference table, with Lariva, dressed in red robes, and Manguchi standing beside Lariva to report on his work.) )

(¤Mangooch wears the exclusive attire of an Alliance intelligence officer, a red robe with a large hood, and a dark green cape over it, which is connected by a hoop fastened together in front of him, revealing a gold Wyvern accessory representing their rank.) )

Mangoch: My lords, that's what happened to the Dawn Star in the Plague Forest.

Drok: So, they defeated Curgewyn and got the rune amethyst back?

Nasilon Meyer: I want to know who defeated Curgwene!

Krossus: Fronza Supplicant, it's just that child.

Mangucci: I'm sorry Lord Narciss, but Corgwen sensed my presence, so I left just in time—

Nasilon Meier: So you missed the most important battle?

Mangoch: (bows his head) I'm so sorry!

Lariva: You've done a great job, Mangoci! You've given us a lot of information, and there's a lot more to do, so go back and rest!

Manguci: Thank you, Mistress Lariva—— and, my lord, the man is back!

Lariva: (grimacing) Who do you mean?

Manguchi: Marius Prosès!

(¤The camera gives a close-up of Marzahat, his purple eyes shining with a dazzling light.) )

Lariva: Thank you, Manguchi, and I hope you can provide us with more information in the future!

Manguch: It's a matter of subordinatery!

(¤Manguchi bows to the thirteen and disappears in the blink of an eye)

Drok: What are we going to do? Are we going to go ahead and get rid of the survivors, or are we going to open up to them?

Nasilon Meier: This matter will be handled by the Compact Society!

LeBlanc: I think a lot of people will object, Narciss!

Drok: (laughs) It turns out that the cruel old woman LeBlan, who also cares about other people, is it because of Fronza Supplicant? Hahahaha-

Kieran: I think we should listen to Mistress Lariva.

Lariva: (nods, fingers crossed on the table in front of him) I understand Narciss' thoughts, but this matter cannot be hastily decided, Bezod, I want to hear your opinion.

Bezod: It's possible that all eight of the surviving ones will leak the top secret of League of Legends, and if you give this to Narciss, I think he'll handle it well.

(¤Krosus gives Bezod a look and shakes his head)

Marzaha: Agreed!

LeBlanc: No! I strongly disagree with that! They have made great sacrifices in exchange for the completion of the mission, but we have to do this, how will future generations view our group of high-level leaders?

Sivir: I support Sister LeBlalan!

(¤Sivir smiled at LeBlanc, and the two were under the table, holding each other's hands tightly.) )

Droke: Why don't we kill Sivir here, and then make Fronza the new Covenant Keeper! I think that's more appropriate! Marzaha, you've probably wanted to do it a long time ago.

(¤Sivir wanted to say something, but LeBlanc hurriedly gave her a look and motioned for her not to speak)

Marzaha: You should learn to shut up, Drok, or I'll kill you first!

Larry Hughes: You're idlers, boring, boring, and stupid! You all know that if you do it, you're going to lose both, don't you?

Marzaha: (in a low tone) There's no place for you here, summoner!

Imina: Save it, Marzaha - and the two of you, LeBlanc and Sivir! As League of Legends heroes, the Blood Pact has weakened most of your powers, and Larry Hughes can kill you in five seconds!

Drok: (chuckles) Good sycophant, Imina!

Imina: I forgot to say, Drok, you're the same as the three I just mentioned! Don't think we don't know who you are if we change your name!

Krossus: Why do you have to do it like this in every meeting?

Droker: Perhaps, we should all learn from Andrea, who learned not to say a word in meetings when Exio was still in the chair!

(¤Andrea shuddered and turned her head to Droke, looking at each other with those cloudy blue eyes.) )

Bezod: Drok ——! (Diagonal Drock)

Droke: (hands up, gesture of surrender) Okay!

Agwana: My lords, let me say a word, okay?

Larry Hughes: As one of the high-ranking members of the Just Council, you have the power to speak!

(¤Droprock tilts his head to Kieran to the side and whispers, "I almost forgot this man, what's his name?")

(¤Kieran glanced at Droke and whispered, "Agwana, a new high-ranking councilor nine months ago.) ”)

Agwana: My lords, I don't think anyone can deny that the members of Dawn Star are heroes and saviors of League of Legends. If we kill the people who helped us at a critical moment, we will be condemned, both from the gods and from the heart! I believe that all of you here are good people despite their indifference and accidents on the surface! We don't want to do things against our hearts, do we?

(¤Deroke: I kind of like him!)

Krossos: So, what do you think?

Agwana: Establish a new pact to bind the eight survivors to ensure that they do not reveal top secrets.

Krossos: Our contract was created by Exio, and you may not know what Exio is capable of!

Agwana: I want to hear about it!

Bezod: Exio's abilities, known as "Supreme", have absolute uniqueness in his spells.

Agwana: I'm sorry, Lord Bezod, I don't understand.

Droke: Alright, alright - I'll give you an example, well, Valoran once had a person who had the magic of bringing the dead back to life, called Elaina.

Agwana: (smiles) No one in Valoran doesn't know about Elaina.

Drok: Elaine can resurrect a dead person in exchange for her own life, but if the person happens to be killed by Exio, she can't resurrect the person! This is the ability known as the "Supreme", which can be understood as "absolute negation" or "absolute uniqueness" in simple terms

Krossos: So, our contract is unique. The function of the contract is to bind the thirteen of us to keep the top secret, and there can only be one contract with the same effect!

Agwana: (chuckles) Our top secret is nothing more than two, the Rune Amethyst and the Book of Blood Pact. The so-called pact means that it is impossible for us to reveal any of them, but the eight survivors do not know that the Book of Blood Pact exists!

(Everyone looks surprised, they understand what Agwana means)

LeBlanc: That's right, we didn't think they knew about the Book of Blood Pact, as long as we re-established the contract and restrained them from uttering rune amethysts!

(¤Crosus whispered to Bezod: "It seems that Exio has already figured it out. ”)

(¤Bezod: "Freya foretold what is happening nineteen years ago, so Axio made a pact and elected thirteen Keepers. ”)

(¤Krossos: "So, did this Freya foreshadow Agwana?") With that, he glanced at Agwana not far away. )

(¤Bezod: "No.") ”)

Lariva: Agwana, you saved eight good summoners!

(¤Lariva looked at each one of them, and everyone was silent, and he nodded in satisfaction.) )

Lariva: Very well, in three days, our eight heroes will sign a new confidentiality pact here!

[After the meeting, all the silent people left]

Agwana: Lord Bezod, I've always wanted to have dinner with you, I wonder if you can enjoy it?

Bezod: No need, do your own thing!

Agwana: Aren't you interested in me? (smiles elusively)

(¤Bezod glared at Agwana, as if to leave.) Unexpectedly, Agwana grabbed Bezod's arm. )

Agwana: I see! This is your power, as if you can evaporate human blood from your body!

Bezod: Agwana, I advise you, don't look for death!

Agwana: Agwana will soon be dead, Lord Bezord!

Bezord: I knew it was a fake name, and your appearance was fake - your real identity is-

Agwana: "Commander of the Strategists" Swain! Yes, you're not like those guys, you're smart! But I'll tell you a secret! For nearly a decade, the third of the three high-ranking members of the Just Council, with the exception of Mistress Lariva and Mistress Narciss, seems to change every year. It's like a curse on the position, and the incumbent is either missing or killed—isn't that strange enough?

(¤ Bezod looks surprised)

Bezord: ——!? Sven, what the hell are you trying to do?

Agwana: In 10 years, it's really not easy to play nine people with different backgrounds, different names, and different looks! Who wants to do such a thing without a great plan? Soon, maybe soon you'll know!

[Author's Note]

*Nacis: This is Nassilonmeier's former name, so those who knew him well will still call him as such, and why his name became Nasilonmeier will be explained later.

Five

Time: Noon

Location: Noxus, Deep Water Hotel*

Characters: Mennu Amuel, Mocha Amuel, Aqueous Fiedria

(¤Mocha**** upper body, sitting in a dark room, he looked at his "new" right arm, as black as Mennu's body, with a golden glow at all joints.) Mennu, dressed in black robes, sat next to Mocha. )

Mocha: This prosthetic ...... I feel very bad!

Mennu: Your body is rejecting it, it must be hurting now, but in a week, it will be a part of you!

Mocha: What the hell is this? Uncle, your body—

Mennu: We use the same material, Mocha! It's a very special stone, and it's so powerful that it contains magical powers!

Mocha: Uncle, I've always wanted to ask you, who made you look like this?

(¤Mennu laughs twice)

Mennu: All of this—(gritting his teeth) It's all thanks to Exio, that guy destroyed my body with a spell, thanks to the "Xenomorph", a "Xenomorph" named Dimen Lose!

Mocha: I can understand that this Dimen Losest is the leader of the Black Cross of the Roses?

Mennu: At least for now—Dimon Losest has a younger brother named Dimon Val, and the two brothers are called "Lesser Dimon", and they dominate the Black Cross of the Rose!

Mocha: Why do we want to serve the "Xenomorphs"!? They're inferior creatures!

Mennu: We must use the Black Cross of Roses! Remember, kid, we must use this organization that can help us kill every murderer and kill every summoner in League of Legends!

(¤A purple glow suddenly lit up in the center of the room, and it was a void portal, and a young man stepped out of it.) The man was tall and thin, with short dark blonde hair, platinum blonde eyes, a melon seed face with a high nose bridge, long eyeliner, half-closed eyes, and a black robe with a black cross of roses. )

Mennu: Aqueous Fidelia!How did you find here!?

Aqueth: (looks around) The Deep Water Hotel, it's hiding in such a disgusting place! Is the blackheart store there? I'm going to say hello to him in a moment!

Mocha: Who is this guy!?

Mennu: "Xenomorph" doglegs!

Aqueth: Don't be so nasty! I'm not a dog, you know who I'm loyal to!

Mocha: Uncle, what's going on?

Aqueth: (looks at Mocha) Oh, you're Mocha Amuel, aren't you? Well, yes - Mennu, your nephew is handsome, hahaha - you don't know anything, Mocha Amuel!? League of Legends has taken control of Ka Garth and Ka Zik, and my mission is to help Mistress Dimen free the two, and of course, that's your current mission!

Mocha: It's not my job! I'm going to get revenge!

Aqueth: Mennu, you are so ruthless to your nephew!

Mennu: What are you here for? I don't have time to listen to your nonsense!

Aqueth: Lord Dimen is disappointed in you, your progress is too slow! The two of them want you to stop your original mission, and have assigned you a new mission - find the Demon Hallows! (Suddenly appears behind Mennu, mouth close to the other's ears) Brother Dimen is going into battle himself, not without the Demon Hallows!

Mennu: We don't know where the Magic Artifact is!

Aques: Oh, Mennu, how did you suddenly become so stupid? There is a very amazing thing in this world -- called prophecy! Looking at what is happening today from the point in time, those so-called secrets are not secrets!

Mocha: (stands up) You guy——! who the hell are you!?

Aqueth: Look at it! Your nephew is upset with me! He thinks I don't respect you!

Mennu: Sit down, Mocha—— then again, Fidrya, I don't think you can get the Book of Blood Pact!

Aqueth: And what did you do? Every time Mocha killed a member of the Four Angels, he would leave a dragon accessory next to the corpse, so that — would some people think that the murderer was the Inquisitor?

Mennu: I wonder - what would you do!?

Aqueth: Swain has broken into the league, and once he takes over as his true identity, he can steal the Book of Blood Deeds without any problems!

Mennu: So what? Even if you steal the Book of Blood, there's no guarantee that all heroes will leave League of Legends!

Aqueth: Well, you're right, but I can kill Arkaya before then!

Mocha: (chuckles) Kill Alkaya? Are you talking in your sleep? It's ridiculous! Alkaya is one of the "Three Sages", and nearly half of the heroes in League of Legends have been his disciples! How can you kill that kind of character at your age?

Aqueth: Alright, Mocha Amuel, do you miss Angela's milk tea?

(¤Mocha frowns and looks at Aquez, and on the bedside table behind him, a wooden cup inexplicably appears, which he recognizes!

Mocha: (surprised) No—it can't be! How can there be such magic!? Who the hell are you?

Aques: It's a secret!

(¤Aques stretched out his left index finger and tapped it in mid-air, and a seven-foot-tall void portal immediately appeared there.) Aqueous beckoned to Mocha, "Goodbye! Mocha Amuel!")

Mocha: Uncle——! what the hell is this guy-

Mennu: Dadimen was able to recruit this man to his command, it seems that League of Legends will not live long!

Mocha: The Four Angels still have Bezod and Freya unresolved, I'm going to kill them as soon as possible!

Mennu: With our current strength, we can't defeat Bezord, let alone Freya, the "Original Angel of Darkness", and we must rely on the power of Anton Saron Invoker to deal with Bezord!

Mocha: What does this have to do with Anton Salon!? (For some reason, he suddenly thought of Anrela)

Mennu: Who do you think led Corgwen to the Plague Forest?

Mocha: Is that you!?

Mennu: That's right, Anton Saron is a descendant of Exio, and he has what it takes to defeat Kogwen. Now, the two have become one!

Mocha: Two in one!? What do you mean?

Mennu: Anton Saron is now the "source of solitude and faith", and Kogwen has become a part of his soul and has liberated the power of cultivation within him.

Mocha: So what? There's no way he's going to join us and attack his mentor!

Mennu: Of course he won't, but another soul inside him will! I've sent Badogus the Soul Breaker, and you'll see the results soon!

[Author's Note]

Deepwater Inn: This is just a reference to this concept, and the details of this place are not until the second part.

The Three Sages: Refers to the "Archmage" Arkaya, the "Dragon Guardian" Serra, and the founder of the Sect of Equilibrium, Pavard. They are recognized by Valoran's strongest three.

Ka Garth and Ka Raz: Both are League of Legends heroes, Ka Garth is known as "Void Fear" and Ka Raz is known as "The Void Assassin", and they are very good fighters among the "Xenomorphs".