The Blade of Exile

We arrived at the Sage Tabor's dwelling and found his house quite ordinary, filled with various props on shelves of all sizes, making it look rather cluttered. ♛🍮 ☟🐯

According to his servants, the old Sage disliked others touching his things, otherwise his anger was terrifying.

I found it strangely amusing. What's an old man who struggles to walk like when he's angry? Curiosity aside, I had no intention of causing trouble.

At this moment, the Sage Tabor was lying in a rocking chair. The rocking chair swayed very gently, and each time it was about to stop, he would push the table with his hand to make it continue rocking.

How can I make it keep shaking?

"Why don't you just push it yourself?" Riven almost burst out laughing.

"But then I won't be able to sleep."

"You want to move around but you also want to sleep?"

"What's so strange about that? People sleep better when they're rocked. Have you forgotten how you fell asleep in your mother's arms when you were little, just by being rocked?"

"Uh... I really don't know."

I didn't rush to ask what the prophecy was; what was on my mind was something I wondered: Wasn't the Sage Tabor usually a slow speaker? He would stammer and take ages to say a single sentence, so why was he so fluent today?

I asked the waiter in a low voice, "Has something happened to the old Sage lately? Why does he speak so fluently?"

The waiter smiled helplessly, "I don't know either. The old Sage has recently shown signs of reverting to a childlike state, behaving like a child in his daily life, though he occasionally reverts to his original self."

That's strange. Is it really possible for people to reverse aging after reaching a certain age? Never mind, let's ask about something more important.

"Sage Tabor, what prophecy do you wish to bring us?"

"Sincere friends extended a helping hand, and the mighty tribe was saved from dire straits."

Just hearing the word "tribe" told me that this prophecy was related to Freljord, but fully understanding its contents was still a bit of a hassle.

In the Freljord right now, the only truly formidable tribe is probably the Avarosa. If they manage to escape their predicament, wouldn't Darius be doomed to defeat?

However, there's a prerequisite for surviving a desperate situation: having sincere friends lend a helping hand. Who will these friends be?

I shared my thoughts, Sage Tabor said my approach was flawed, "To interpret a prophecy, you must first look at the object of the prophecy. What this prophecy brings to you must naturally originate from your own experiences."

Starting with ourselves? So, our true friends are Riven and me. Then, who should we reach out to for help?

The Sage Tabor doesn't know the specifics; we'll have to experience them ourselves. And it's time for us to say goodbye.

Fiora has been coming over every day for a while these past few days, but she hasn't come today, so we went to find her directly.

The Tabor Family is very close to the capital, and the guards are familiar with us, so we came right in. Only Garen was there, leading a large group of people to handle state affairs.

"I'm sorry I've been too busy lately and haven't been able to visit you. It's so great to see that you've all recovered."

"This is all Tabor Family's all-out treatment. By the way, General Garen, do you know where Fiora is?"

"She took the day off today. I thought she was with you, but since she's not, she probably has something to do at home. Why don't you go to the Laurent Manor to find her?"

"Okay, thank you." I was about to leave when I suddenly remembered Lux and wondered if she had returned, "Oh, right, there's one more thing. Has Lux, oh no, Madame Dali, returned?"

"No, there has been no news since they disappeared that day. I've sent people everywhere to search, but to no avail."

"Don't worry, we've seen her. She said she'll come back once she's mentally prepared."

"Really! That's wonderful... Hmph, that willful girl!" Garen was delighted to hear about Lux, but then realized his attitude was inappropriate, since this disaster was inextricably linked to his sister.

"Don't blame her. That war left a deep shadow on her, which is why she's been reluctant to show herself. Besides, you can't blame her. You can't build something new without breaking down the old. Isn't Demacia more stable now?"

"Sigh, if it were a while ago, I would definitely have given her a good scolding, but now I just want her to come back safe and sound." Garen breathed a sigh of relief, no longer wanting to hide his feelings.

After saying goodbye to Garen, we headed straight for the Laurent Family. Reconstruction in many parts of Silver City was still incomplete, and we often saw people using simple magic to carry out their work along the way.

It seems that mages are integrating into the community faster than expected, and people are not finding magic difficult to accept, since it can be very convenient when used properly.

When I arrived at the Laurent Family's gate, I noticed that it was noticeably different from when I last visited. Although there were still very few servants, the place no longer had the lifeless atmosphere of before; everything was very clean and tidy.

Nora was overjoyed to hear we were back. She's now the housekeeper, and she takes care of everything in our lives.

The Fili couple have recovered, but they do not intend to continue participating in Demacia politics and have moved to the countryside.

Fiora is often away from the kingdom due to her busy schedule, so Felina and Fiana have become the true masters of this place. Without any worries, both of them look much better now.

It's funny to think back to when they first came here, they were just two little girls. It hasn't been that long and they've grown up so much.

Nora told us that Fiora went out early in the morning without saying where she was going. Just when we didn't know where to look for her, she came back, dressed smartly and riding a tall horse. She wasn't exactly beautiful, but she was very handsome!

"You've arrived! I was just about to look for you!"

"Where have you been? We went to the royal city but couldn't find you, and we still can't find you here."

"I went and bought a weapon. Didn't you say Riven's sword was lost? Try this one out!" Fiora unsheathed a greatsword from behind her, which looked quite similar to Riven's sword before it broke.

Riven took it, weighed it in her hand, and was very pleased. "This weight is just right for me, so I'll gratefully accept it!"

"I don't know why you always use a broken sword, but a complete weapon is much more powerful, isn't it?"

"That broken sword bears the weight of my sins, which is why I've never discarded it. Even now, I want to retrieve it!"

I know Riven hasn't forgotten about killing Souma, but carrying that burden forever isn't a solution. I hope she can let go of her resentment. "Finding it is fine, but just keep it safe. Don't let Fiora's feelings go to waste."

"Alright! From now on I'll use this sword! What should I name it?"

"Let's call it the Blade of Exile."

"Okay, I like this name!"