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Kapitel 280: -274- The president's order!

Linwin rubbed his nose hard after being slapped by Janna, then walked out of the office.

Walking down the corridor, Linwin planned to go to the airship center to wait.

According to the time, it won't be long for the Demacians to arrive in the Twin Cities.

Rubbing his face with his hand, Linwin thought as he walked.

He keeps rubbing his face. Janna slapped with her full force, even Linwin felt a bit dazed.

But thinking about it, it was also Linwin's fault. He relied on his good relationship with Janna and then committed sacrilege against the goddess.

Sometimes, Linwin really couldn't regard Janna as a lofty goddess. After all, who can resist treating a cute chubby bird that keeps moving its butt on your head as if trying to build a nest as a pet?

"Orianna said they would arrive by noon today."

For various reasons, the Demacians are finally arriving today.

But the reason why the Demacians are late is also related to the sudden demands of the Twin Cities.

Ha, thinking about it now, King Jarvan III's approval is really generous.

Linwin suggested that Sejuani take two of her people to Demacia and then take an airship from the Hextech airship center in Demacia to the Twin Cities.

Well, King Jarvan III is generous, and Sejuani is bold.

The Freljordians in the north are fearless. Sejuani dares to agree to such a request. She didn't think about what to do if King Jarvan III suddenly changed his mind and captured her, a person who often threatened to raid Demacian villages.

"The student union can be established immediately, as for the clubs..."

Rubbing his face, Linwin murmured.

————

The airship was already above on the lakes of the Holdrum Canyon and was crossing the canyon at an extremely fast speed.

Lorana and Orianna sat side by side, and at this moment, Lorana nudged Orianna with her elbow.

"?"

Orianna looked at Lorana in confusion, only to see the redhead smiling.

"What's wrong?" Orianna asked.

"Cough, Orianna, what's the matter with that person?" Lorana, who came back to her senses, immediately coughed and said, lowering her chin, she glanced at the girl carrying a big sword in the distance.

"Are you talking about Cithria?" Orianna followed Lorana's direction and saw a girl wielding a huge sword on the spacious deck of the airship. Her sword moves looked very strange, and not far away stood a tower-like strong man, pointing at Cithria.

Next to the man in the beautiful armor, there was also a man who was not as wide as him but a little taller. The man had a square face but delicate features, combining masculine and feminine qualities. With his beautiful golden armor, he looked extremely majestic.

Holding a spear, several dauntless vanguard soldiers stood by his side, guarding him.

He is the crown prince of Demacia—Jarvan IV.

"She's different from those noble ladies in Demacia. From the moment I saw her, she always seemed to be alone in a corner," Lorana said.

"Speaking of which, those noble ladies of Demacia seem very polite, but in fact, they all treat us as county bumpkins. I heard it when I went to the bathroom last time. They said we were rude women who wield hammers and wrenches every day," Lorana said disdainfully, looking at those noble ladies who insisted on using umbrellas even though they had been told that Hextech airships could block ultraviolet rays.

"Look at them, I've told them several times that they won't get sunburned, but they still want to take up space and use umbrellas. It's like farting while wearing pants and not wearing pants, it's the same thing!" 

Orianna listened to Lorana's words and thought Lorana's analogy was vivid. Although gossiping behind others' backs is not good, being treated badly by those noble ladies in the past few days, even the kind-hearted Orianna is a bit unhappy.

Kindness is kindness, she is not a saint!

"How about inviting Cithria to have lunch with us later?" Orianna looked at the girl who had finished her sword practice and was now cuddling with her wooden sword in the corner, and suggested after thinking for a moment.

"Will she come?" Lorana pursed her lips.

Lorana's personality is as hot as her hair. A few days ago, she always saw Cithria coming and going alone. The only person who would talk to her was Garen. So Lorana greeted Cithria, but unexpectedly, the other party immediately apologized to Lorana and quickly retreated to another place.

It made Lorana seem like she was bullying her. But after watching her training, even ten Lorana wouldn't be able to bully Cithria.

Clearly she's very strong, so why is she so timid?

But of course, Lorana wasn't angry. The reason for the other party's actions is not hard to guess, it must have something to do with those noble ladies.

"I had dinner with her last night. I think we should be friends now?" Orianna tilted her head and said to Lorana.

Lorana was stunned for a moment, then immediately approached Orianna and said, "Wait! Dinner? Just you and her? What about me? You didn't tell me?"

"It was because you overslept last night," Orianna pushed Lorana with her hand.

"Huh, really?" Lorana touched her head.

"Then you go try?"

Orianna nodded, stood up, and walked towards Cithria, who was dozing off in the corner, holding her head.

"Cithria?" Orianna bent down, supported her knees, and stood in front of the drowsy girl, calling softly.

"Hmm?" Cithria raised her head drowsily, with some shiny water stains on the corners of her mouth.

"Huh....Huh!?"

When she woke up, the girl quickly stood up, picked up her big sword, and bowed to Orianna, saying:

"I-I'll leave right away!" With that, Cithria lowered her head and quickly walked away.

Orianna immediately reached out and grabbed her.

"Wait!" 

"Huh? Do you need me to do something?" Cithria looked at Orianna timidly.

Upon leaving Cloudfield for the first time, leaving her hometown, after the initial excitement of seeing the capital faded away, Cithria was left only with unease and anxiety.

The world outside Cloudfield was not as beautiful as she thought.

After leaving her mother, no one would take care of her.

The noble girls who formed their own circles would look down on her, perhaps seeing Cithria, a child from a common family, as unworthy of their association.

These students sent to the Twin Cities for study were all problematic children from various noble families. The well-behaved ones from good families were either sent to the military or into politics. Otherwise, they were sent to the Royal Academy for further education. Who would stay at home?

The nobles of Demacia were certainly constrained in various ways, but no matter how many constraints there were, corruption was inevitable.

As a result, those sent out by various families were all the second generations of nobles who had been spoiled at home and would only be sent to remote areas of Demacia to become small land owners in the future.

Cithria was not afraid of training; on the contrary, she could endure hardship.

But mental stress far exceeded physical stress. Being ostracized and looked down upon, Cithria couldn't resist, she could only silently endure.

"We had dinner together last night, don't you remember?" Orianna grabbed Cithria's arm with both hands, leaning her body back, pulling Cithria hard.

Wha....

I can't even move an inch!

Orianna pouted, exerted force with her legs, her plump body leaned back, but what was the result?

The result was that Cithria stood firmly and quickly answered Orianna's question, "No, I remember you, Orianna."

"Why are you always in a hurry to leave? Let's have lunch together."

"Huh?" Cithria looked puzzled at Orianna.

"I said let's have lunch together."

"But why?" Cithria asked puzzled.

"Because I am the future student council president, so you have to listen to me," Orianna said after thinking for a moment.

This girl's character is very shy, or rather, she seems to have no experience of interacting with peers like herself before.

This inevitably reminded Orianna that..... If it weren't for Lorana, maybe Orianna would be like Cithria now?

In the words coined by Councilor Linwin, that would be social anxiety.

But people with social anxiety also yearn for social interaction.

"The student council president? Why should I listen to you just because you're the student council president?" Cithria looked at Orianna strangely, then asked, "I'm sorry, and I don't understand what you mean by student council president."

"The student council president is the one who serves and manages the students. When you become a student of the Twin Cities University, and I am the student council president, you will be under my jurisdiction."

"."

"Really! I was named the student council president by Councilor Linwin himself." Seeing Cithria hesitating, Orianna immediately added.

"Councilor Linwin? Is it Linwin Lorant?" The excited Cithria suddenly became excited in front of her, "The Councilor Linwin you mentioned, is he the hero Linwin who killed the undead general Sion and even slaughtered the gods?"

The girl who admired heroes immediately became excited.

And her raised voice also attracted the attention of the surrounding area.

A group of women wearing waistbands and beautiful gauze skirts first looked disdainfully at Cithria and Orianna, and then they lowered their heads and began to whisper to each other.

Among the group of men, a group of distant noble young masters would occasionally glance over at Garen.

The Garen of the Crownguard family.

That's the most famous noble in Demacia.

And beside Garen, the eyes of Jarvan IV narrowed, and he patted Garen's shoulder, saying in a low voice, "Garen, do you believe that someone can kill a god?"

"I don't know." Garen shook his head, but thinking of what Lux had said, he thought for a moment and said to Jarvan IV, "But I think if a man can face that undead general alone and defeat the Runic Legion, then the man called Linwin is indeed powerful."

"Hm, can there really be a human being three meters tall and two meters wide in this world?" Jarvan IV raised his eyebrows.

"No, Jarvan, what you heard are all rumors. According to what Lux said, Linwin is a very gentle young man with black hair and a handsome face. He looks thin and normal, more like a civil servant than a warrior."

"If such a person really defeated Sion, then I think I would rather believe what the rumors say." Jarvan IV shook his head.

Garen understood the meaning of Jarvan IV's words, which involved the prince's humiliating past.

An experience where he was captured.....

Thinking of this, Garen patted Jarvan IV's back hard.

Jarvan IV turned to look at Garen, shook his head, and said with a smile, "Don't worry, it's in the past."

"I have accepted that failure."

"People have to look forward, Garen." Jarvan IV patted Garen's shoulder back, "That's what the steward told me."

Garen nodded.

Demacia's steward was a man even his aunt acknowledged in secret.

His martial arts and willpower are extremely powerful.

——————

"Have you been eating this all along?"

Three girls gathered together, each taking out their own food.

The speed of the Hextech airship was fast. It could reach Zaun from Demacia in at most one day, so there would be no ready-made food on the airship, so they had to bring the food themselves.

So, Lorana was now staring blankly at Cithria, who was holding a simple piece of hard bread. Although the bread didn't look bad, could such bread really be eaten without anything else?

"Have this." Orianna took out two cans from her bag and handed them to Cithria.

Cithria subconsciously took them, then quickly handed them back, shaking her head as she did so, "No, no, I don't have money."

The beautiful cans alone didn't look cheap.

Inside, there was water and brightly colored fruit pulp.

"It's fine, I order you as the student council president to eat this." Orianna forcibly stuffed the fruit can into Cithria's arms.

Lorana thought for a moment, then also took out a box of crispy biscuits and placed it on top of the can of fruit.

"I am the vice president, and even the vice president's words must be obeyed."

Cithria blinked: "."

"Thank you very much."

"No need to be polite, when you get to the Twin Cities University, you'll know what good food is."

"Lorana is right, when you get to school, you'll have good food every day." Orianna licked her lips.

As they neared the Twin Cities, Orianna began to think about the stewed lamb in the school cafeteria.

Just need a dozen or so copper coins, and then you can eat six or seven large pieces of fatty and lean lamb.

Hmm!

She started to drool!

"But, but I don't have much money."

Cithria hesitated for a moment, took out her cloth bag to show Lorana and Orianna, and it made a clinking sound, but very softly.

Her father and mother gave Cithria quite a bit of money, dozens of silver coins, and a pile of copper coins.

A dozen or so silver coins would be enough for Cithria's family of several to live in Cloudfield for two months.

But after arriving in the capital, Cithria realized that a dozen or so silver coins were worth nothing at all.

And just when Cithria was feeling uneasy, Orianna suddenly said loudly:

"That's plenty enough. Although I don't know the exchange rate for exchanging Twin Cities currency, even if you can exchange a dozen or so silver coins, that's enough for you to eat at the cafeteria for a while."

"I'll find you a part-time job at the university, don't worry, Cithria. In the Twin Cities, as long as you're diligent, no one will go hungry!"

Lorana nodded in agreement beside her.

And it was at this moment that a young enforcer appeared on the deck of the Hextech airship.

"Everyone, pack up your things."

"We've arrived."


Kapitel 281: -275- Lady of the Cloud

The Hextech airship slowed down, allowing the people on board to finally stick their heads out and see the scenery. And as they looked out:

"Wow! What is that thing?"

"Look, Jess, there's a floating island over there, is that a statue? It's even bigger than the winged guardian statue I saw in the temple!"

"Is that Piltover? Then where's Zaun? I heard Zaun is an underground city."

"So many Hextech airships."

The enforcer sneered at these astonished country bumpkins. Throughout the day and night, he had grown tired of hearing them gossiping about non-stop and complain about the Twin Cities.

But as an excellent enforcer, he had to follow his mission directive—to ignore these people and safely deliver these noble children to the Twin Cities; that was his task.

But what the enforcer didn't expect was that the shocked ones were not only Demacians.

At this moment, even Lorana, a fellow Piltover resident, was stunned beyond belief. With wide eyes, she looked at the massive island below, her expression shifting from shock to pride as she listened to the aristocratic girls' exclamations.

It was a floating island in mid-air. While too far to see any structures on top, the statue... That statue must be of the great and benevolent goddess Janna.

Though only a prototype, every citizen of the Twin Cities could tell that it was the statue of the goddess Janna.

However, one person remained calm. She was tall, with sharp features, and a proud figure, wearing a gray short shirt.

Sejuani tied up her washed white hair, clenched her fists, and silently watched the island below.

This miraculous island didn't surprise her.

In Freljord, she had seen too many of such things.

Turning her gaze away, Sejuani cared more about the lives of these people.

She had used Hex-tech-made household items and knew how useful and convenient they can be.

"Lorana! Look, they really did it, but this is more than just land reclamation," Orianna exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and down and hugging Lorana's arm, thrilled.

As a member of the Twin Cities University, Orianna was well aware of Zaun's land reclamation project. She and Lorana had almost participated in the project, but they were eventually excluded because their studies were not suitable.

But now, upon closer examination, the now-calm Orianna noticed something amiss.

"This doesn't seem right, Lorana. Is this land reclamation? Land reclamation should involve filling the sea with sand to form land, but this..."

This wasn't land reclamation; this was a miracle—a massive floating island.

Even Demacians would be amazed by such a miracle.

And these young aristocrats, while being disregarded by their noble families, were all determined individuals with a sense of justice and honor. But now they were all gaping in awe and shock.

After some time away, the Twin Cities had changed dramatically. Orianna almost didn't recognize it, but this was the Twin Cities.

Before the advent of Hextech gems, who could have imagined that the future of Piltover would be filled with amazing Hextech products.

Before the Twin Cities were established, who would have thought of the emergence of Hextech water heaters, Hextech refrigerators, and Hextech air conditioners?

These things were all manufactured in a short period. The people of the Twin Cities had never stopped their pursuit. Even though the Twin Cities were already powerful, their scientists continued to explore the hidden possibilities of Hextech gems.

"Is this island created by your god?" Cithria clutched the railing nervously, timidly peeking below.

In truth Cithria was afraid of heights.

That's right, Cithria had just realized she was afraid of heights!

"No, this is created with our own power," Orianna said immediately.

"Your own power? How is that possible? Even the strongest magic can't sustain an island floating in the air." Cithria quietly retorted.

"You'll see. Once you learn about Hextech, you'll understand," Orianna said proudly, puffing out her chest confidently.

"Be careful," Lorana noticed something and stood behind Orianna, wrapping her arms around her.

"What's wrong?" Orianna didn't understand Lorana's meaning, looking up at Lorana with a pair of big eyes full of confusion.

"Be careful not to fall."

Lorana tightened her arms again.

Cithria, hearing Lorana mention the words "fall," quickly stepped back three steps, trembling with her sword in hand.

Dear god.... if someone fell down, wouldn't their body be lost forever?! It's too scary!

"What? How could we possibly fall?" Orianna broke free and then saw Cithria trembling a few steps away. She immediately said to Lorana, "See, you scared Cithria."

"Don't worry, Cithria, Lorana is just joking. We won't fall. The Hextech airship has a transparent protective shield. Even if you jump out, you'll be bounced back."

Falling down... That was definitely impossible.

The Hextech airship was moving at an astonishing speed. At such a high speed, if the open-air Hextech airship didn't have a shield, everyone on it would be blown away when it started. How could human strength stand against it?

"I..." Cithria didn't believe it.

Lorana and Orianna coaxed Cithria for a long time before she finally believed that the Hextech airship was not in danger.

The little sparrow from Cloudfield gained courage and stuck their heads out again.

And as they did, Cithria saw many people.

They were standing on a broad platform, looking at Cithria curiously as she peeked out of the airship.

A group of men wearing blue and white clothes, boots, and holding rifles were also solemnly watching the airship.

They stood straight, thin but with an imposing aura that even the dauntless vanguard on the airship were stunnee. Garen and a few soldiers all tightened their grip on their swords simultaneously.

In front of the crowd, a man stood with his hands behind his back, and beside him stood tall, handsome, but overly flashy man.

If Linwin knew what Garen was thinking, he would only smile smugly.

The Demacian Dauntless Vanguard was indeed powerful, and no one could refute that.

But the enforcers behind Linwin, they had emerged from the battle against the Noxians and even dared to fight against Nagakabouros in the Battle of Bilgewater. How could they be intimidated by the dauntless vanguard?

Well if Kayle would come flying out, there might be a chance to scare them.

As for you?

Heh.

"Alright, the airship is steady now, let's all get down."

As soon as the blue ladder appeared, the enforcers began urging people to disembark.

Orianna and Lorana rushed down eagerly, both of them running to the central platform of the airship.

"I'm back!" Orianna raised her hand and exclaimed loudly!

Sure enough, the smell at home is still pleasant!

In the air..... Huh, what's with this floral scent? Did I smell this when I left?

Orianna became confused again. The floral scent in the air was faint, not strong.

Could this be some kind of air freshener developed by the twin cities?

Then....

"Orianna!"

Colin squeezed out of the crowd and called his daughter's name loudly.

Orianna also saw Colin and then...

"Dad!"

In Colin's astonished gaze, Orianna ran towards him and then...

"I'm back." Orianna eagerly breathed in the scent from Colin.

A hint of metallic scent, and a bit of gasoline smell.

And this was a familiar smell to Orianna.

"It's good that you're back....." Colin had many things he wanted to say, but in the end, he just patted Orianna's back gently.

After emotions stabilized, Colin said, "Alright, Councilor Linwin has something to discuss with you. You'll be busy this afternoon, so let's talk properly tonight when you come back, okay?"

"Oh, right." Orianna nodded and looked up at Colin, smiling, "Sure, see you tonight, Dad."

Handing her backpack to her father, Orianna clasped her hands together again and said, "And, please take care of this."

Colin reached out to take the backpack, nodded at Orianna, and smiled. When his daughter turned away to walk towards Councilor Linwin, he smirked.

Orianna suddenly turned back and waved to Colin.

"!"

Colin immediately reined in his smile and nodded solemnly at Orianna.

This was his last bit of parental pride!

"Welcome to the Twin Cities, Your Highness."

Approaching, Linwin looked at the man in golden armor, extending his hand.

It's not hard to guess that this man isn't much shorter than Jayce and is probably handsome—no doubt he's Jarvan IV of Demacia.

Jarvan IV looked at Linwin's hand, hesitated for a moment, then removed his gray-black leather gloves and shook Linwin's hand.

Jarvan IV's hand was even larger than Linwin's.

"Thank you, but you are....?"

"Let me introduce myself." Linwin nodded, retracting his hand, and said, "I'm Linwin, I'm sure you've heard my name from His Majesty. And the one beside me is Councilor Talis of Piltover."

"Hello, Your Highness." Jayce also extended his hand. He was slightly taller than Jarvan IV and was wearing the noble dress that Mel prepared for him.

Standing there, Jayce had a broad shoulder, a muscular body, and long legs—a top male model figure.

Jarvan IV raised his head, somewhat surprised, as he looked at Jayce.

It was the first time he had seen a man who was even taller than him. Moreover, this outfit was in no way inferior to his golden armor.

Those shining gems.... Jarvan IV could tell their value.

The two men shook hands.

"Are you Linwin Laurent?"

From the ranks of the Vanguard, a soldier stepped forward, squinting at Linwin.

It's just like what Lux said.

Looking at the normal, quiet man who looked like a civil servant, where's the warrior's look?

But this man killed Sion and single-handedly defeated Noxus's army?

"Garen?"

"I've heard Lux mention you." Linwin nodded to Garen.

"Garen?" Garen silently looked at Linwin, his hand secretly activating his sword, but the feedback stunned Garen.

Can't detect?

Linwin looked at Garen, furrowing his brows.

Because just now, Linwin felt like he was pricked by something, and the one who pricked him seemed to be Garen.

Linwin ignored Garen's gaze, clapped his hands, and behind him, every enforcer swiftly approached with a package of clothes.

"Jarvan, this isn't a suitable place for conversation."

"Next, please change into these clothes and follow me."

Linwin smiled.

"Outrageous!"

As Linwin finished speaking, a soldier from the Vanguard stepped forward, his eyes like an eagle fixed on Linwin.

"How dare you address His Highness by name?"

Jayce stood beside Jarvan IV, arms crossed, with a smirk on his face. He was starting to enjoy the show.

Linwin always seems to encounter such situations, even though he's already so strong. Various rumors about Linwin have spread all over the world, but as soon as people see him in person, the doubts started to grow, and some even think, "Ah, rumors are just rumors and shouldn't be trusted at all."

He has a handsome appearance, a normal body, and lacks any intimidating presence, looking as if anyone could bully him.

Linwin glanced at the soldier and shook his head without saying a word.

He's used to it already...

Once known as the enforcer of the undercity, when he takes off his white robe and mask, he becomes a youth that anyone wants to bully.

He's just too gentle-looking.

Yes, he's just too gentle-looking.

"Why is this clothing so ugly? It looks like something a commoner would wear. I refuse to wear such clothes."

"Why aren't there any dresses? How dare you make me wear trousers?"

"The style of this clothing is exactly the same as that Orianna's. I refuse to wear such clothes."

The young noble of Demacia sneered at the clothes handed to them by the enforcers.

With a sigh, Linwin said, "Hurry up and change your clothes. All of you must."

"Students should look like students. Demacia sent you to the Twin Cities to study, not to play. You should know your mission, right?"

Linwin simply picked up the clothes from the enforcer and walked straight to Jarvan IV beside Garen.

"You!"

The soldier ignored by Linwin reached out, showing restraint by not drawing his sword, but moving forward to try to stop Linwin.

Calling out the prince's name directly was certainly disrespectful.

Even if they were allies!

But when Linwin approached him directly, at the moment when this dauntless vanguard got close, Linwin's hand somehow pressed against his face, and then, with just a gentle push.

Garen's eyes narrowed as he watched the soldier fly backward for over ten meters, rolling several times on the ground. He looked solemnly at Linwin approaching Jarvan IV.

"Jarvan III should have told you."

Linwin raised his head, looking at Jarvan IV.

Linwin smiled gently and said, "I've made quite a few agreements with His Majesty, and one of them is to make sure to manage you well. So technically speaking, I stand on the same level as your father."

"This isn't Demacia, Your Highness. This is the Twin Cities."

"This, is my territory."

Extending his hand gently, Linwin placed the clothes in Jarvan IV's arms.

"Why doesn't she have to wear them?"

Jarvan IV looked at Linwin, his expression unchanged as he asked.

"Oh, you mean her?"

Linwin turned his head and looked at Sejuani standing with her two tribesmen. It's easy to recognize the Pig Lady.

Among women, there are few who are as tall as her, plus her white hair and cold features, Linwin recognized her at once.

Sejuani stood quietly as she noticed that the conversation suddenly involved her.

But Sejuani was also curious how Linwin would respond.

Linwin explained, "She's different from you. She didn't come to the Twin Cities as a student but as an ally of the Twin Cities Federation."

Far away, Sejuani nodded in satisfaction.

They came to the Twin Cities to strengthen their relationship as allies.

The Winter's Claw raid and fight for survival.

The largest ranch in Freljord was taken by Ashe, and the northeast was dominated by the Witch Lissandra.

Unable to farm, unable to hunt.

What's left for Sejuani is only the path of plunder.

But now, the Winter's Claw has found a new way out.

"..." Jarvan IV nodded and said, "I understand."

He looked at Linwin, hesitated for a moment, recalled his father's words.

Then, he bowed his head and said, "Uncle."

"Huh?"

Linwin was stunned.

System notification, Jarvan IV and Sejuani's favorability has increased significantly, but can Jarven who looks about the same age as him really call him uncle?

And just at this moment of this little episode, a girl walked in straightforwardly, completely ignoring the tense atmosphere.

—Orianna.

Lorana couldn't stop her!

"Councilor Linwin, good afternoon!" Orianna walked up to Linwin and saluted in front of him, raising her hand to her forehead.

"Welcome back, our future student council president."

Linwin smiled and patted Orianna's shoulder.

Professor Moss already told Linwin what Orianna need to do.

After hearing it, Viktor and Zevi even thought about accepting Orianna as their disciple, but after thinking about it, they gave up.

If Orianna really succeeded in her creation, then she could possibly open up a brand new path for other to walk on.

Hextech Petricite Battle Doll, the combination of Hextech and Petricite, it's power and usefulness wouldn't be inferior to the Hextech Drake.

"Have you already met them?" Linwin asked Orianna.

The result was Orianna shaking her head vigorously.

"Except for Cithria, I don't know anyone else." Orianna pointed to the girl who was looking around.

"Cithria?" Linwin paused, not taking it seriously.

Ding: ★★★★★ Champion "Lady of the Clouds" is watching you.

Ding: "Lady of the Clouds" is curious.

Ding: "Lady of the Clouds" wants to know more about you.

Ding: "Lady of the Clouds....."

Ding:.....

Linwin looked at the girl: "???"

Lady of the Clouds?

What's that?

Does the League of Legends have such a champion?

No, there's definitely no champion named Lady of the Clouds in Demacia.

Cithria... Cithria?

His brain was running fast, and Linwin was desperately digging into his memory.

"Ah!"

Wait, isn't the protagonist of the First Shield called Cithria?

When he read that official novel, Linwin was a bit annoyed. Throughout the story, there were hardly any Demacian champion with plotlines, but instead, this soldier named Cithria, half of the book were about her! Now, seeing this, the officials are really playing a big game!

So... is this supposed to be someone like Zeri?

Is she a... champion?

Linwin looked at Cithria, who was also looking at him timidly.

Cithria looked at the hero named "Linwin Lorant," who didn't seem as tall and wide as rumored.

Instead, he looked... weaker than herself.

But after what just happened, Cithria certainly didn't think that man was weak.

Huh?

Is he looking at me?

Why is he looking at me?

Did I do something wrong again?

The little sparrow's head lowered even more.

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