Demacia

That day, the game version updated and a new hero, Ornn, was released. Coincidentally, Little C had to go home for a family emergency, so I went to the internet cafe alone. On the way, I ran into a robbery:

Two thieves on motorcycles were snatching a girl's bag!

Seeing the helpless cries of the passerby, I decided to help stop the thieves. But to my surprise, they didn't slow down at all and crashed directly into me...

Most people have fantasized about flying. This time, I really flew.

Perhaps to onlookers it didn't look high, but to myself, I felt like I soared into the heavens. As I fell, I could clearly hear the sound of the wind rushing past my ears...

After returning to the ground, I rolled for a long distance before stopping. I didn't feel any pain throughout the process, only that my consciousness was unfocused, and my eyeballs were trembling uncontrollably...

They say people recall their most important memories before they die, but nothing appeared in my mind. Only the faces of a few friends and family members flashed before me.

These faces spun rapidly like a carousel, finally freezing on a strange one:

Round blue cheeks, pointed big ears, a water bottle in his left hand, an apple in his right. This was... Tristana, the Megling Gunner!

Immediately after, a surge of blood rushed to the back of my head, and I lost consciousness, passing out...

"Leivo, Leivo... Leivo!"

I heard a few calls. I didn't know whose voice it was, but the last one was spoken with such sternness that I immediately opened my eyes, only to be stunned by the sight before me!

I found myself lying on a noble and elegant large bed. Through the curtains beside the bed, even though my vision was blurry, I could tell the room's decor was incredibly luxurious, like stepping into a castle.

What was going on? Besides being shocked, I was also very confused, even ignoring the person who had just spoken.

"You look so surprised, did you have a strange dream?"

Hearing the voice again, I finally noticed the woman beside me: stylish short hair, proud eyes, and sharp eyebrows that made her look incredibly heroic.

With just one glance, I felt an intense sense of familiarity, and then a name blurted out:

"Fiora!"

"Are you surprised to see me?"

Fiora frowned, a look of confusion on her face, and I became even more bewildered.

Didn't I get hit by a motorcycle? Whether I was dead or alive, I shouldn't be seeing Fiora, the Duelist. She was just a game character.

It seems I'm still alive, and I'm dreaming!

With that thought, I lay back down. The intense drowsiness made me not want to get up, but before I could even settle in, I was pulled up:

"You didn't go to bed early last night, and now you want to sleep in? It's fine usually, but not today!"

Fiora tightly grabbed my collar, making it difficult for me to breathe.

It's been a long time since I had such a vivid dream. It seems something is pressing down on my neck in reality. But speaking of which, usually in dreams, I'd wake up when something like this happens. Why haven't I woken up yet?

Is the injury from the car accident too severe?

While lost in thought, Fiora spoke again: "Today is the day you accompany your father to meet the great King Jarvan III of Demacia. Hurry up and get up!"

Hearing her reprimand, I knew I couldn't keep sleeping, even in a dream. Fiora's tense expression softened slightly upon seeing this, and she called out towards the door:

"Nora, Noviya, come in and help the young master get dressed."

"Yes, Miss!"

After Fiora finished speaking, she left. At the same time, two maids, about seventeen or eighteen years old, entered. One was slightly plump and lively, while the other had quite a few freckles on her cheeks and seemed a bit shy.

"Young Master!"

They greeted me politely, then helped me dress and wash up. The professional maid service made me feel incredibly awkward...

Wait, they called Fiora "Miss" and me "Young Master." Could we be siblings? This dream is really interesting!

Once everything was done, I went to the mirror and saw a fifteen or sixteen-year-old kid.

My freshly combed brown hair was brushed back, and my features were quite handsome. The magnificent formal wear clearly indicated noble birth. However, suddenly being ten years younger was a bit disorienting, as I no longer possessed the youthful vitality to match.

"You look so handsome, Young Master! The King will surely favor you today!" the plump maid said with a smile.

"It's thanks to your hard work. You've worked hard."

"Oh, you don't usually speak like this. What's gotten into you today? Look, Noviya is even blushing."

So the freckled maid's name is Noviya, and this plump one must be Nora. I silently memorized their names to avoid calling them by the wrong one.

After putting on the formal wear, Nora urged me to go eat breakfast. When I left the room, I discovered that the outside was even more luxurious. The high walls were exquisitely decorated, and the spacious hall was resplendent, dazzling my eyes.

If this is a dream, I think it has surpassed my sensory limits, because these are scenes I could never have imagined.

There were five people in the dining room. Besides Fiora, I didn't recognize anyone else.

Judging by their age, the two elders should be the owners of this place, likely Fiora's parents. The other two younger girls should be her sisters.

"Leivo, you're too slow!" Fiora said sternly.

"I'm sorry, changing clothes took a little time."

I hurriedly apologized, then noticed everyone looking at me with incredulous eyes. A little girl ran up to me and looked me up and down.

"Brother Leivo actually apologized? What kind of day is this?"

"Alright, Felina, sit back down and eat. How many times have I told you not to run around while eating? Look how well-behaved Fiana is!"

The hostess chided the little girl, making her sit back down obediently. The host glanced at me without saying much, merely gesturing to the seat beside him to indicate I should eat.

I nodded and took my seat, my appetite whetted by the food on my plate.

Ever since I started university, I rarely ate breakfast. Just getting out of bed was a struggle, let alone having the time and energy to eat. For some reason, I felt hungry now.

I ate silently, minding my own business. The others were also cooperative and didn't speak, whether due to etiquette or because they found my actions strange. However, seeing their occasional expressions, I suspected it was the latter.

After breakfast, the host asked me to accompany him to the royal city. A carriage had already been prepared by the servants. Fiora sternly instructed me:

"You must behave well and not bring shame to Father or the Laurent Family!"

Laurent?

It seemed correct. This was indeed the Laurent Family's mansion, and I was their young master, Fiora's brother: Leivo Laurent.