I walked and talked with Riven. Before I knew it, we'd left the temple. A little while later, we heard someone nearby talking. We quietly went over and found Kled.
Kled didn't like banquets. Now, he sat alone on a rock, pouring himself drinks and talking to himself.
To be precise, he was drinking and talking to a large chest. I knew that Sion's bones were inside.
"Hey, kid, do you remember when we first met? You were one of the few who dared challenge me and didn't get knocked flat. Looking back, that must've been hundreds of years ago, right?"
"You were a typical hothead, relying on brute strength in every fight. But the Goddess of Fortune really did favor you. You won every time, except when you attacked Demacia."
"I don't know what it feels like to die, because I can't die. But when I heard the people of Demacia had killed you, I was still a little shaken. In my long life, you really did leave me with some unforgettable memories."
"Actually, I was against those sneaky bastards bringing you back from the start. But they always told me one thing and did another. When I let my guard down, they dug up your grave anyway. So when you lost control, I didn't step in. Ha! Their miserable faces were pretty funny."
"This time, I agreed to Swain bringing you back, because he said you might regain your senses. If that had happened, you could've had a drink with me. But after you came back, all you cared about was fighting. I couldn't see anything different about you."
"I don't know if I should thank that kid Yasuo. He actually managed to stir your fighting spirit, and in the end, you even spoke."
"You said you wanted