Kled's Home

I didn't tell Twisted Fate what had just happened, otherwise he would definitely pester me about Evelynn's whereabouts, and it would be even worse if he misunderstood. 🐼♡ ❻9şĤǗX.ⓒόⓂ 🍮♪

Twisted Fate was somewhat disappointed; the glimmer of hope he had finally found after a long and arduous search vanished without a trace.

Judging from Evelynn's words, she doesn't seem to dislike him; she just wants something new. These two are really interesting.

Thinking back on the meeting, I find it quite unbelievable. Before, I thought Evelynn was a heinous demon, but after talking with her, I don't think she's so wicked anymore. Her idea of using Life Rune to fight the Shadow Isles also seems quite credible.

Of course, I still can't believe her. She has already admitted to being involved with the Void Cataclysm and the Vastaya, something that can never be forgiven.

Let's take it one step at a time. There are too many unknowns right now. Focusing on dealing with the present is the key!

After chatting with Evelynn for a while, all my worries disappeared. It was time to go back since we had been away from the banquet for so long. I invited Twisted Fate to come with me, but he seemed not to hear me and left on his own.

Before I even got back to the banquet hall, I saw a short man on the lookout tower of the Temple of Bahru. Kled, who never liked lively banquets, was sitting on the tower admiring the moon.

I slowly climbed up, deliberately making my footsteps louder as a greeting. "What are you thinking about, sitting here all alone?"

The room was so noisy it sounded like flies swarming around a pile of dog poop.

"Haha, with that description, isn't Darius also mentioned?"

"He's the biggest piece of shit!"

Kled's words made me laugh, but I noticed that he seemed to be in a bad mood today, and it wasn't just a simple case of being irritable.

"Are you in a bad mood? Did something happen? I've never seen you like this before."

"Do I need a reason to be in a bad mood? I just want to yell at them!"

"Haven't had a real fight in a while and you're itching for a match? Come on, let's have a go, and you can give me some pointers."

"Forget it, I'm not in the mood."

Kled's words surprised me greatly. Since I've known him, I've never seen him refuse a fight. After all, he is the will to fight!

This confirmed my earlier thought: Kled did indeed have something on his mind, which even made him lose interest in fighting.

However, he won't tell me even if I keep asking. I'll just keep an eye on him later, or maybe ask his two deputies. Silvan and Jikerd are two hotheads; they definitely can't keep secrets.

"Then you can stay here and enjoy the moon. I'm going to find that pile of dog poop and flies."

After I finished speaking, I was about to go back when I heard Kled whisper, "I might have to go back now, I can't play with you guys anymore."

"Go back? Back to the world of the Yordle?"

"Yes, the Old Chieftain said the Enforcement Elder has died, and I've been chosen as the new elder. I have to go back to take up my post soon."

"Dead? I thought you Yordle were immortal. Besides, you're so free, do you even need law enforcement?"

"Where there is life, there is death. There's nothing strange about that. It's just that we have a longer lifespan. Some the Will of the Yordles is more destructive, so it needs to be restrained. My will as a fighter is more suitable for this task."

Going home should have been a happy occasion, but Kled wasn't. He had found joy in this world and considered it his home, so leaving suddenly was incredibly difficult.

Although our relationship wasn't very deep, we had fought side by side many times, and I already considered him a friend. Seeing him like this, I wanted to help him!

"Could we discuss with the Old Chieftain the possibility of appointing someone from the Yordle world as the enforcement elder?"

"No, the law enforcement elders must be powerful enough to stop acts of vandalism; otherwise, they cannot maintain order."

"Aren't there any other powerful Yordle besides you? I think there are other suitable candidates."

"That's not important. The Old Chieftain said I should go back, so I will. Anyway, you are already very powerful, Runeterra has united. There won't be any more battles to fight."

"Who says so! The Shadow Isles are right before our eyes, the Vastaya haven't been eliminated yet, and the Void is stirring. How can you say there's no war to fight?"

"Alright kid, hurry back. I'm going to have a few drinks with you. I'm leaving tomorrow!"

Kled stood up, dusted himself off, and made an exception to attend the banquet, while also resolving to return to his post. I had nothing more to say about that.

When we got back, everyone was still drinking and having a good time. Darius was slightly taken aback when he saw Kled at the banquet. In all the years they had known each other, he had never seen Kled join in the fun.

"I've called you so many times and you never gave me any face, but you come as soon as Yasuo calls, haha..."

"You have absolutely no face to speak of, and besides, I wasn't summoned by Yasuo; I came here on my own."

Darius hesitated for a moment, sensing something amiss. "Are you leaving?"

"Okay, I'll leave tomorrow."

"It seems the annals of Noxus are going to get even thicker; recording your achievements will require a hundred people to discuss it."

Kled picked up the glass Darius handed him and drank it down in one gulp, panting heavily from the spiciness. To combat the damp chill of the sea, all the drinks in Bilgewater were strong liquor.

"What kind of wine is this? It tastes awful! When I get back, I'll bring you some Yordle's nectar, that's real delicacies!"

"Then you'd better come early, or if you're not careful, I might just die of old age."

Silvan and Jikerd also noticed Kled's arrival, and they quickly squeezed over to offer a toast. "Great General, what brings you to this banquet? You never come to your own army."

"Silvan, you're my favorite subordinate. Simple-minded, brave in battle, and you've earned a lot of merit over the past decade. Go find Swain to collect your reward, then go home!"

Silvan didn't understand Kled's meaning and thought he wanted to get rid of him, so he panicked and said, "Great General, I..."

Kree stopped him, then said to Jikerd, "You're even more reckless Silvan. It's not easy for you to have survived the battlefield. Go with him to Swain reward, and then go back too."

After hearing this, the two dropped their glasses, completely baffled as to what was going on. They were indeed simple-minded and physically strong.

Darius patted the two on the shoulder. "General Kled has family matters to attend to and will no longer be staying with the Sandstorm Legion. No one else can handle the two of you, so he's sending you home. Don't be sad."

"Go home? Isn't the Sandstorm Legion the general's home? It's also my and Silvan's home. No, we're not leaving!"

"You brat! You don't even listen to me anymore, do you?"

Jikerd wanted to say something more, but Silvan stopped him, giving him an awkward wink that didn't seem to mean anything.