Brotherly Love and Sisterly Respect

Garen left Dawn Castle in a state of anxious haste.

He had no time to visit the Noxian embassy. He hurried back to the barracks, packed a few things, mounted his warhorse, and galloped north toward Freljord.

The horse beneath him charged forward at full speed.

As he rode, Garen rose and fell with the horse's stride, turning over what he would say when he faced Luxanna.

In theory, Luxanna had already become the founder of the Luxanna family. Garen could hardly act like her older brother anymore.

But looking at it another way, what gave him the right to criticize her for this?

At least in Garen's eyes, Luxanna was still his rebellious little sister—the kind who could do something like this!

So Garen quickly worked out what to say. He lowered his head and began muttering it over and over, committing it to memory.

He had to talk some sense into Luxanna!

If he couldn't... then he might have to break his vow never to hit his little sister!

Luxanna, Luxanna, what on earth had gotten into you?

Meanwhile, in Freljord, Luxanna had been ready to face her brother almost as soon as she sent the letter. She didn't need Karya to remind her: she knew that once the letter reached Demacia City and Jarvan IV, Garen would come looking for her.

So Luxanna was preparing herself, too.

In Luxanna's eyes, her brother Garen was a good man who was a little dense. He was a noble, but not particularly skilled at managing or exploiting others. Even after becoming an officer in the Fearless Vanguard and gaining fame as the Power of Demacia, he still ate and lived alongside the soldiers. Aside from a few insignificant embarrassing incidents, he was practically the perfect soldier.

Luxanna and Garen had