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Lying face down on the table, LeBlanc felt little shame, only a slight surprise that Fane would continue their lovemaking. This brief astonishment didn't linger long in her mind, because having just finished one round, she hadn't even had a chance to rest before a new round began, her still-sensitive body experiencing intense stimulation. Since her illusion magic had been dispelled, LeBlanc no longer tolerated the sounds and began to pant and moan loudly.
Listening to LeBlanc's panting and looking at Fain's well-defined muscles, which were now working at high speed like a motor, Jinx felt a headache coming on. She couldn't help but rub her temples and ask, "You guys... never mind, did I come at the wrong time?"
“It is indeed a bit untimely, after all, we are just ordinary friends.” Hearing Jinx’s words, Fain said with some regret, “If it were Zeli and Seraphine, we could have really deepened their relationship.”
"Hmm? Seraphine... never mind, I knew she was hopeless when that Piltover girl signed the contract with you."
Upon hearing Fain's words, Jinx was quite surprised and touched her chin. She then stared at Fain for a while, mainly at LeBlanc. After all, the battle between LeBlanc and Fain on Piltover Street had been incredibly impactful for Jinx, making her realize for the first time that the myth of one person forming an army truly existed in this world, and wasn't just a legend.
But now, looking at the illusion mage beneath Fain, panting heavily, her breasts swaying wildly, each thrust leaving wavy, fragrant waves of flesh on her full buttocks, Jinx couldn't help but purse her lips.
"Logically, I should be slamming the door and leaving in a huff right now, but I don't feel anything at all? Tsk tsk, it must be because of that damn happiness factor, right?" Jinx asked with a hint of disdain.
“It is indeed related to the happiness factor.” Upon hearing this, Fain picked up LeBlanc.
Sensing the change in movement, LeBlanc obediently turned and hugged Fain. Her long, shapely legs clamped firmly around Fain, her arms wrapped around his strong arms, her face resting against his shoulders, feeling his large hands firmly gripping her plump buttocks, her slender waist swaying in rhythm with the force of his movements.
"While the 'happiness factor' can greatly alleviate stress and mental health issues, allowing people to directly experience happiness in the spiritual realm, it can also subtly create a favorable impression of me. This favorable impression can make people more accepting of the outrageous things I do."
Upon hearing Fain's words, Jinx nodded thoughtfully.
Jinx already knew about this, because back when she first took the Happy Factor, Fain had already explained all its side effects. However, Jinx hadn't paid much attention to it at the time. Now, although she had discovered that this 'subtle affection' made people subconsciously closer to and obedient to Fain, upon closer reflection, at least in Jinx's opinion, the harm was still much less than that of Glimmer.
"In every sense of the word, it's more surprising that you can say such things without any hesitation."
Jinx rubbed her temples, somewhat exasperated, and then took out a small radio, placed it on Fain's desk, and turned it on. A moment later, a strange woman's voice came through the channel.
“Amyst.” LeBlanc buried her head in Fane’s shoulder, her eyes unfocused, but still remembering her mission, and introduced him:
"So he's the commander of the Runeblade Legion... I'm not entirely sure, but since he dared to come here after my defeat, my original body must have made corresponding arrangements. My mission was to collect knowledge about Ixtal, so I don't know much about the Twin Cities... Well, there's not much to know about a place like this."
"Flowers and Swords," Amystine began another round of her speech on the other end of the radio. Farn, listening intently until the end, raised an eyebrow with interest.
Amyst's speech didn't offer any constructive suggestions or directions for action. It mostly consisted of laughable nonsense about retaking Zaun, restoring peace between the two cities, and bringing the illegal madmen to justice.
Ultimately, the biggest criminals on the entire continent of Valoran are Noxus. Especially since Fahn knows very well that Amyst's Legion is adept at using alchemical and chemical weapons that cause pollution. For such a group to clamor about upholding fairness and justice and restoring peace is no different from Fahn dragging Zephyr to Janna – they have no good intentions.
"These guys... what's with all this talk?" Jinx raised an eyebrow and said bluntly, "They don't have anything useful to say. Are those Noxians here for tourism?"
Fain remained silent, instead briefly recalling what in the Twin Cities might have any influence over him. After a moment, as if remembering something, Fain raised an eyebrow slightly and said with interest, "Who knows? But since we're already here, and as an honorary Zaunite, she's only just arrived and is already clamoring to reclaim Zaun. If we don't test her skills, she won't know what a dark hand is!"
Hearing the undisguised aggressiveness in Fain's words, Jinx raised an eyebrow and then said, "Should I call the others to join us?"
"Just tell them." With that, Fain suddenly gripped LeBlanc's soft flesh, instantly putting her into a frenzy. Losing all thought, LeBlanc instinctively clung to Fain. Then, Jinx, with a look of utter disgust on her face, forcefully ejaculated.
Pulling it out, the slightly supple baguette still maintained its astonishing size. A simple comparison caused Jinx's eyes to twitch involuntarily. As milk curd, thickened as if with added thickener, flowed from LeBlanc's body, Fain placed it on the sofa beside her, covered it with his clothes, and then stretched his shoulders, saying:
"Hurry up and finish off these Noxian guys too, so that Piltover can give up those unrealistic fantasies."
111. The Ultimate Move Against Fane
After finishing her speech, Riven followed Amyst to the banquet at Blue Smoked Manor.
Having changed into an evening gown that offered absolutely no comfort, Riven said with a look of utter disgust beside Amystine, "Seriously, do I have to come along? This outfit is just too uncomfortable."
As she spoke, Riven shifted her body slightly. The indigo evening gown was elegant and deep, clinging to her skin with a noticeable drape. But for Riven, it was worse than death—although the heels had been made as short as possible to accommodate Riven's feelings, it still felt like walking on stilts to her, as she was used to combat boots.
The evening gown she wore was very loose, hugging her body's curves without restricting her movement. While her upper body was relatively unrestricted, her lower body, particularly her hips, was fine, though slightly tight, thanks to the excellent elasticity of the fabric. However, towards her legs, to better accentuate her curves, the fabric felt noticeably tighter.
"I can't leave, I can't run. I wasn't even this upset when I met His Majesty Darkwell... They're just a bunch of merchants from Piltover, is it really necessary to act like this?"
Upon hearing this, Amystine couldn't help but chuckle twice. She then picked up a wine glass handed to her by a waiter, took a small sip, and said unhurriedly, "Who can blame us when our Riven is the face of the Runeblade Legion? It's just that the occasion isn't convenient right now. Otherwise, I would have liked you to bring the Blackrock Greatsword over. With war imminent, this could bring a lot of supplies to the Legion."
Upon hearing Amyst's words, Riven, though knowing that her intention was to allow the Legion to have more resources, still snorted unhappily.
Upon entering the venue, even though she had personally entered the Immortal Fortress to meet Emperor Darkwell, Riven couldn't help but gasp in amazement when she saw the magnificent Blue Smoked Manor.
While the Immortal Fortress is the emperor's palace, it actually predates the entirety of Noxus. Inheriting Noxus's consistent style, it is solemn yet pragmatic, lacking excessive ostentatious decoration. The primary colors are black and blood red, embodying the iron-blooded nature of a war-torn empire.
In contrast, the opulent and glittering Blue Smoked Estate literally conveys the prosperity and wealth of Piltover.
"Oh, the main characters of this dinner party have arrived!" Soon after entering the hall, people noticed the arrival of Amyst and Riven.
As the initiator of this banquet and the contact person between Piltover and the Runeblade Legion, Jaggu Mildal raised his glass with a smile: "Let us welcome Commander Amystane from the Noxian Runeblade Legion, and Miss Riven, a model warrior who was personally received by His Majesty Emperor Darkwill of Noxus and bestowed with the Runestone Greatsword in recognition of her outstanding achievements!"
Upon hearing Jaggu Mildal's words, everyone turned to look at the two and applauded in welcome. Amystique seemed perfectly at ease, responding with a broad smile. In contrast, Riven's smile appeared somewhat forced. Amidst this, Riven subtly sensed pairs of eyes scrutinizing her, seemingly curious about what kind of warrior could be received by Emperor Darkwell.
After discovering Riven's unique warrior-like demeanor even in an evening gown, their eyes were filled with curiosity.
After a brief welcoming ceremony, the distant band began to play melodious tunes. As the gentle singing sang, people walked towards the two of them, smiling and chatting, asking about the purpose of the Runeblade Legion's visit and their plans for the future. In her public speech, Amystine had uttered a lot of empty rhetoric, but the trading nobles had no objections to it.
After all, how could the real plan be revealed to ordinary people? If they knew everything, not only would the plan be difficult to implement effectively, but the sheer number of people who knew would prevent them from benefiting from it and making money from it.
While Amystine handled the situation with ease, Riven, after a brief moment of discomfort, simply remained silent with a cold expression. This left Amystine somewhat helpless, but considering that Riven had indeed fought her way up from the battlefield and had little experience or interest in such social interactions, she didn't pay too much attention.
When asked how to deal with Zaun, Amysthan smiled and said loudly, "Zaun is no longer a threat!"
Upon hearing Amystine's words, a murmur rippled through the crowd. Stevan Firos, standing in the middle of the crowd, coughed lightly twice to draw attention. Under their gaze, Stevan, with a refined and courteous demeanor, inquired:
"Farn, the leader of Zaun, is a troublesome monster! Although we have unwavering faith in your power and Noxian authority, Commander Amyst, that guy named Fann recently inflicted serious damage on Piltover. Commander, what methods do you plan to use to deal with those Zaunite thugs?"
Upon hearing Stevan's words, Amyst's lips curled into a smile, and she said, "I already knew about what happened in Piltover before I came here. And the fact that the Runeblade Legion still came under such circumstances naturally means they have certain confidence."
"Now that everyone knows that Zaun's current situation and Piltover's current predicament are both caused by Fain, then similarly, to solve this problem, it is enough to deal with Fain, who created this problem."
After saying this, Amysthan paused briefly, giving everyone enough time to react. As the curiosity in people's hearts began to build, Amysthan continued, "Nearly six thousand years ago, the most powerful empire in the world was Shurima, across the sea. In that era, Shurima was the center of the world, and the ancient kings of Valoran traveled great distances to Shurima, just to witness the splendor of that world's center."
"And everyone, do you know how Shurima rose from the yellow sands and dominated Runeterra for nearly four thousand years?"
Upon hearing Amyst's question, the many trading nobles exchanged bewildered glances, wondering why Amyst had suddenly brought up the ancient Shurima Empire.
Having made his fortune through archaeology and tomb raiding, Stevan Firos hesitated for a moment after hearing Amyst's words before saying, "You mean... a Celestial Warrior?"
112. Darkin Stellato
Although Stevan seemed rather ordinary compared to Camille, as the head of the Firos family, he was no stranger to the family's traditional skills.
The Feros family originated in the eastern part of Shurima and made their fortune through tomb raiding. They later made their fortune through the accidental discovery of Hextech Crystal veins, which gradually led to their transformation of their tomb raiding activities into historical research.
The origin of Hextech Crystals remains a mystery to this day—in previous versions, they were crystals formed during the slumber of the Shellmen. The prosperity of Piltover is built upon the suffering of the Shellmen, and the Crystal Vanguard Skarner hears the cries of his people being polished into crystals day and night, thus vowing to protect them and yearning for revenge.
However, after a major version update, Skarner has now become an elemental demigod of Ixtal.
There are many theories about the origin of Hextech Crystals in this world, including the Ascended origin theory, which suggests that they were formed from the dissipated energy of Ascended who died in the Shurima Collapse. Since the interests of the entire family are closely tied to Hextech Crystals, Stevan naturally knows a great deal about them.
Upon hearing Stevan's words, some of the dignitaries present looked thoughtful, while others remained completely bewildered.
The history of Shurima is largely a thing of the past. Apart from a few people born in Shurima who record some related legends, the rest of Runeterra is little known.
The primary reason for this is the sheer frequency of warfare over the past three millennia, the millennia following the fall of the Shurima Empire. From the Darkin Wars and the Rune Wars to warlord conflicts, compounded by occasional Void invasions, Runeterra has become severely fragmented, leaving the region largely ignorant of the situation and history of other areas and city-states.
In contrast, Noxus, the seemingly most detestable war empire, is actually the power that understands the situation in various regions of Runeterra the best. After all, this country, disguised as a war machine, has ambitious figures from all over the world.
Sensing the confusion of the crowd, Stevan smiled.
He enjoyed the situation where his wisdom and knowledge surpassed everyone else's. Thinking this, Stevan explained the legends about the Celestial Warriors and the anecdotes about the Ascended.
Upon hearing that Stevan knew about matters related to the Ascended, Amystine's face showed a hint of surprise, but she then chuckled and nodded, saying, "Yes, it seems the Firos family is quite knowledgeable about this."
Upon hearing Amysthan's words, Stevan's smile widened, and he then spoke in accordance with Amysthan's wishes: "The Ascended Celestial Warriors of Shurima are indeed powerful, but they are, after all, legends from thousands of years ago. I wonder, Commander Amysthan, why you suddenly bring this up—what method do you intend to use to deal with Fane?"
Upon hearing this, Amystine nodded, then said leisurely, "After the Great Collapse of Shurima, Azir, the last emperor of Shurima, perished and disappeared during the final Ascension ceremony, thus extinguishing the golden bloodline that commanded all Ascended beings. Although even now, there are people in Shurima who claim to possess the golden bloodline, according to our investigation, they are just charlatans using the golden bloodline as a pretext."
"Without the guidance of their golden bloodline, these Shurima Celestial Warriors no longer controlled their inner desires. Thus, Runeterra entered the era of Darkin warlords. The entire continent of Valoran and Shurima, with the exception of a very small number of areas, became the territory of these Ascended warlords. It was at this time that, because the Ascended began to tyrannize without controlling their desires, people's name for the Ascended changed from worshipped Celestial Warriors to the feared and loathed 'Darkin'."
"After the event known as the 'Twilight of the Gods,' all the Darkin were sealed into their respective weapons. Among them, one Darkin was sealed in what is now the lower levels of Zaun."
As she said this, Amyst also raised a finger and said, "That is Stellatu the Darkin Harp."
"Thousands of years ago, he was a general in the Golden Legion of the Shurima Empire, leaving behind a legacy of great achievements in Runeterra. Even among countless Ascended, he possessed astonishing destructive power. According to legend, in the battle against the Icathian rebels, he single-handedly burned an entire mage army to ashes, and countless cities were set ablaze by him."
“Once the seal is broken, both Farn and Zaun will suffer heavy losses in an instant.” Amyst’s face was filled with undisguised cruelty. “And all we have to do is reactivate the seal at the right time, and then we can descend upon Zaun as saviors and bring the two cities back to their original course.”
Upon hearing Amystän's plan, everyone looked surprised. But just a moment later, Stevan, standing nearby, said, "Commander Amystän."
"Ok?"
“There’s a problem here,” Stevan said after a moment’s thought. “Because of Zaun’s actions recently, a large number of Zaun sympathizers have emerged in Piltover University and among the general public. If we rashly release Stellatu, it may exacerbate the number of these sympathizers. If we don’t address this issue, even if we liberate Zaun from the tyranny of Jan Farn, we may still sow many seeds of trouble in Piltover, giving Zaun the possibility of resurgence.”
Upon hearing this, Amystine frowned slightly—this was indeed something she hadn't heard of. But seeing Stevan's expression, Amystine smiled gently and said, "This certainly requires careful consideration... I wonder if Chief Stevan has any insightful advice?"
"Haha, what profound insights? They're just some of my own superficial opinions."
Hearing the conciliatory tone in Amyst's voice, Stevan was secretly pleased, but he still smiled calmly and said, "We just need to have Stellatu appear in Piltover first when we release her, and we can naturally announce to the citizens that these are all terrorist attacks carried out by the Zaunites."
Upon hearing Stevan's suggestion, Amystine's eyes lit up, and she then said, "It is indeed a good plan, but what if Stellatu goes to Zaun afterward?"
"That's because the Zaunites messed things up, of course, so Stellato launched a retaliatory operation," Stevan said with a laugh. "At that time, we can announce, at the right moment, that we'll save Zaun without holding grudges! As for the location of the attack... what do you all think of Piltover's security?"
113 Backstab
Before Emistan could react to Stevan's suggestion, the surrounding crowd gasped in surprise.
Noticing the unusual behavior of the others, Amystia turned her gaze to Jaggu Middarda. Seeing this, Jaggu Middarda explained, "Besides Hextech crystal-related businesses, the main businesses of the Feros family also include Piltover's security..."
Upon hearing Jaggu's words, a hint of surprise flashed in Amystine's eyes. Seeing this, Jaggu glanced at Stevan again and said in a low voice, "However, it seems the Firos family's authority in this matter is directed by the head of the secret service..."
Although she didn't say much, Amystane quickly understood what Jaggu was trying to say, given the current situation.
Amystine, of course, had no objection to this, and nodded with a smile, saying to Stevan, "I never expected that Piltover would have such a great person as you, willing to sacrifice for the greater good. Rest assured, once everything is back on track, Noxus will definitely assist the Feros family in building an even more magnificent Piltover Garrison on the ruins!"
Upon hearing Amyst's assurance that the Feros family would be accepted in the name of Noxus, Stevan smiled.
Meanwhile, watching the people conversing, Riven, though not entirely clear on the details, was aware of the exchange of benefits involved, as this wasn't the first time she had attended such a banquet as a representative of the Runeblade Legion.
Especially after learning that Stevan's purpose seemed to be aimed at someone within the family, he couldn't help but frown, his expression filled with genuine incomprehension.
"Tsk tsk, her own sister is fighting bravely and risking her life outside. Before anything even happens, her own brother is already resorting to backstabbing."
Hearing the casual voice, Riven turned her gaze in the direction from which it came. Before her stood a tall man. He wasn't overly muscular, but rather possessed excellent proportions; even through his thin clothing, Riven could clearly sense the explosive power hidden within his body.
With a strong face and clear eyes, her short, choppy black hair gave her a particularly capable look, which made a very good first impression on Riven, who came from a military background.
Sensing Riven's gaze, Faen greeted her with an overly familiar air, "Nice to meet you. You must be Riven? I can tell that the atmosphere here is torture for you as a warrior."
"It's alright." Although she didn't know Fain's identity or name, Riven didn't feel nervous or wary—this was Blue Smoked Manor in Piltover, and a banquet attended by many dignitaries. Subconsciously, Riven assumed Fain was a guard or mercenary of some trading noble.
Thinking this, Riven shrugged and said, "It's precisely because I can't play mind games that I chose to join the army and let my strength and military achievements speak for themselves. Speaking of which, who are you? Which family are you from? You look like you have a good physique. Why not join the Noxian army and make a name for yourself instead of staying here as a guard?"
"I'm a security guard, protecting my family's safety~" Hearing Riven's words, which implied she couldn't bear to see him go unnoticed and offered advice, Fain remained unperturbed, leaning against the side with amusement as he said:
"I don't know where I'm going next, but to be honest, I'm glad I got here in time, otherwise I would have definitely missed this good show."
As he spoke, Farn also looked behind him: "Hey, did you all hear that? This is a conclusion reached by your own people in Piltover. Even I only found out now."
Upon hearing Fane's words, Jinx, who had come along with him, wore a smug grin. In contrast, Caitlyn's face was filled with anger.
“See? I told you we had to bring her,” Jinx said smugly to Fain. “Otherwise, we would have definitely missed this great show!”
Caitlyn wasn't originally supposed to be here, but after Jinx relayed the news about Amyst's public speech, Fain decided to quickly resolve the mess in the Twin Cities.
Considering that the banquet had already taken place, Fain simply informed Zeli and the others to make the necessary preparations before heading directly to the banquet venue with Jinx.
As Caitlyn's jailer, Jinx also requested to bring Caitlyn along, reasoning that since Caitlyn grew up at Bluefort Manor, she should be able to help during the infiltration—pure nonsense. Fane bets that Jinx actually just wanted to use this attack to make Caitlyn feel pain and torment.
But to everyone's surprise, before the war even started, a backstabbing attack from within Piltover left Caitlin stunned and unable to accept it.
As the head of the Giramanen family, Caitlyn had met Stevan on more than one occasion. She was also well aware that, as the biggest financial backer of the Giramanen family and the Piltover Guard, the Feros family's assistance to the Piltover Guard went beyond the most superficial forms of wealth investment; it also included a large quantity of Hextech Crystal powered weapons.
These power-equipped weapons give the Piltover Guards a near-overwhelming advantage when facing equal numbers of Zaunite thugs. Furthermore, as the head of the Gilamanne family, Caitlyn has heard her mother say more than once that the Ferocious family's most valuable asset is its intelligence network—allowing the Piltover Guards to often be among the first to know about any developments in Piltover.
In this situation, not only ordinary law enforcement officers, but even Caitlin herself relied heavily on the information provided by the Firos family—and when it came to lower-level law enforcement officers, this trust bordered on blind obedience.
And now... the Feros family is going to betray Piltover's security.
If she hadn't heard it with her own ears—or even if she had, Caitlin would still feel a strong sense of disbelief.
Just as Caitlyn couldn't help but walk towards the crowd, intending to confront Stevan in front of everyone, on the other side, Amystia raised her glass, pointing it towards the Piltover security and saying, "Now, friends, let's officially begin our plan!"
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Tomorrow is the final touches on the move; once that's done, everything will be fine. Starting the day after tomorrow, I'll update at least four times a day—mainly because I've missed too many updates recently, and I'll try to catch up during this period and not leave it until next month.
114. The so-called Stellatus
As she spoke, a faint magical light appeared in Amyst's eyes. Immediately afterward, clear magical trails appeared on her palms and the backs of her hands. At their peak, when the magical trails were at their brightest, the hundreds and thousands of magical trails clearly formed the silhouette of a rose bound by countless chains.
“Darkborn Stellatu… Ha, my original self is quite cautious. To prevent anything from happening, he didn’t even tell me that the Darkborn was sealed in the land of Twin Cities.”
A cold voice reached Fane's ears from the side. Although Fane heard it clearly, apart from him, no one else could hear it or even see LeBlanc, who was standing next to him in a dark purple robe.