Chapter 115

There's no need to appease them.

Right now, LeBlanc's biggest concern is that man from Ionia — Chen Ce.

The latter repeatedly performed feats that exceeded her expectations, and she vaguely sensed that she was losing control of him... Now she only had two paths before her: take action, or cooperate.

As for the previously mentioned idea of giving a portion of Noxus to the other party... that's possible, but the other party might not be interested.

The man's mindset has shifted... He may want more than just "a part of Noxus" anymore.

They would never willingly be subordinate to Swain or the Black Rose.

This is dangerous...

LeBlanc, disguised as a human, is heading towards the safe house, but she hasn't decided which path to take yet.

Both options seem risky.

The only certainty now is that cooperating to eliminate Swain's threat is always the right thing to do.

"That's a nice smile..."

LeBlanc looked at her sweetly smiling self in the mirror and walked into the safe house with satisfaction.

But soon, her steps suddenly stopped.

She heard... some strange noises.

Um...

Okay, maybe we should wait.

Syndra... heh, what a beautiful woman...

Chapter 5 Syndra: Usually pulling up her trousers

Syndra seems to have been bullied, but then again, she doesn't seem to have.

Her cheeks flushed red, the color spreading to her ears. Her legs felt a strange, indescribable sensation—a little numb, yet also tingling.

Her slightly dazed, purple eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, a strange panting sound lingering in her ears—it was her own, and only her own.

The beautiful footed stockings had already been taken off and were now covering her slender waist. She could smell the scent of hormones, even though she didn't know what this somewhat pleasant yet unique smell was.

There seemed to be a hint of tears in the corners of her eyes, but she couldn't quite put her finger on why.

All she knew was that she had absolutely no strength left.

Even the magic power within his body began to become somewhat disordered.

But the figure in front of him stood there like a victor.

She probably did lose... utterly defeated in this war of active attack and passive defense.

This is roughly what is meant by "trying to tease someone but ending up being teased instead, or trying to reward someone but ending up being rewarded instead."

Even so, she would still shout it out in the calmest, proudest, most decadent yet still hopeful voice:

"One... generally..."

"Huh? Really?" Hearing the noise, Chen Ce turned around again and looked at the girl lying motionless on the bed in front of him.

"So-so..." Syndra repeated reluctantly, "Completely...so-so..."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ce gave a kind smile.

With such scantily clad figures, and even her footed socks removed, the curves of her lower body were particularly prominent and almost completely unprotected in her lying position... How dare she be so arrogant under such circumstances?

"We haven't learned enough lessons." Chen Ce raised one hand.

Syndra watched as the hand approached her slender waist and slowly moved downwards—she also caught a glimpse of her exceptionally prominent curves, and her beautiful eyes widened in slight fear.

She was going to be... disciplined like a child...!

Gurgle.

Chen Ce walked out of the room alone.

The gradually closing door concealed the image of the silver-haired girl blushing and burying her face in the pillow, seemingly "crying"—perhaps there was another part of her body that was even redder than her face.

Hmm, a red mark that made her feel a little pained, embarrassed, but even more pleasurable.

Chen Ce straightened his clothes, which had been slightly disheveled from being rubbed, and then prepared to go to the living room to pour two glasses of water as a "mid-game break."

But just as he walked into the living room, he unexpectedly saw a familiar figure.

I sat on the sofa.

And you could tell from her casual posture that she had been sitting there for a long time—as if she were at home.

Well, perhaps this manor was originally her "home".

After all, she was the one who prepared this safe house.

That would be LeBlanc, of course.

"Are you done with your work?" she asked with a meaningful smile.

"... Perhaps I should be the one asking this question." An unnatural look flashed across Chen Ce's face. "I need to question you about something, and you've been gone for half a day."

"Oh? Is that so? I'm truly sorry, I was busy with some urgent matters." LeBlanc still wore a fake smile, her tone flippant. "Urgent internal matters within the Black Rose... I think you can understand, right?"

How long have you been back?

"Hmm... it's actually been quite a while... about half an hour? Around that."

"You should have called me when you came back."

"I was afraid of bothering you."

LeBlanc revealed another meaningful smile, her alluring yet playful eyes making it impossible to discern how much truth and falsehood lay in her words.

"Don't worry, I don't have any of those weird fetishes, and I have absolutely no idea what happened in the room."

As she spoke, she extended a smooth, fair hand.

"Except for... that strange sound just now."

"Well... um... how should I describe it..."

"A snapping sound."

She deliberately dragged out the last syllable of the onomatopoeia very, very long.

Upon hearing this, Chen Ce remained outwardly calm, but inwardly he felt a little embarrassed.

But he quickly steered the conversation towards a more serious topic. "I don't want to discuss this kind of thing with you. I just want to ask you a few questions."

"Hmm~? Go ahead and ask." LeBlanc's relaxed demeanor clearly indicated that she had anticipated this moment.

"Swain know me?" Chen Ce asked bluntly.

"Because he saw you—you should know that—he has gained demonic power. Beware of the Raven's Eyes."

"You know my question involves more than just this."

"Sigh... alright, alright, I admit I told him about you—using my illusory clone, the General Whipples who led you into the meeting. Swain hasn't figured it out yet, but it's probably only a matter of time."

"This is somewhat different from what we initially agreed upon."

Chen Ce stepped forward, looking down at the cunning woman, and the aura of the Death Realm within him began to spread.

"You've been hiding something from me, my delicate, Pale Lady."

"Don't get agitated, I'm just trying to help you." LeBlanc still had a smile on her lips, but her posture shifted subtly, as if she were ready to run away at any moment—sometimes she wasn't as calm as she appeared.

"Taking Swain's position directly by force is not advisable—you should understand that he has secretly cultivated too many allies over the years, and he already knew about your Ionia identity long before I introduced you to him—he saw you through Raven's Eyes during that battle when Miss Syndra destroyed everything."

"Although I've tried my best to block his view, the demonic power he wields is truly unfathomable... You understand, right?"

"Under such circumstances, if I insist on letting you enter as the 'fourth member of the Trifarix Council,' he will inevitably fight you to the death—even if you kill him effortlessly, his allies will immediately announce your Ionia identity throughout the Empire and escalate this struggle to the national level."

"Then the war you finally ended will be reignited... You could have Syndra destroy the Imperial army again, but by then no one in the entire Empire would follow you anymore, and all you'd get would be Noxus territory—you said that's not what you wanted."

"Noxus do admire strength, that's true, but there are circumstances. Otherwise, no matter how much I manipulate things, I couldn't have made a useless piece of trash the Grand Commander— Braum Darkwill, you know him. Do you understand?"

"Therefore, I intend to give you a portion of Noxus in another way—a legitimate and lawful way, without any objections from anyone, and your followers will stretch from the capital of Noxus all the way to Freljord."

Trust me, okay?

After saying this, LeBlanc once again adopted that feigned weakness, her eyes flashing with pitifulness as if she had truly suffered the immense injustice of doing good deeds without being understood.

But Chen Ce knew that only half of what she said was true—or rather, only half of it was "sincere."

This is the old woman's specialty.

However... there is indeed some truth to it, which coincides with my own thoughts.

Taking Noxus by force is unacceptable—this isn't a matter of tolerance or not. Noxus citizens can't just blindly follow an outsider who killed their leader, can they? If that were the case, Swain wouldn't have needed to plot for so many years.

A piece of trash like Darkwill could never become the Grand Commander in front of a powerful figure like Darius.

One must take things one step at a time; conquering Noxus is not something that can be accomplished by simply killing a few high-ranking officials.

Political matters are never as simple as they seem.

"Okay... so what did you and Swain talk about me about?" Chen Ce took a deep breath and continued to ask.

"I introduced you to him," LeBlanc replied. "He saw you through the Raven's Eyes, and I deceived him with my shapeshifting avatar, saying that your goal was not only to protect Ionia ... I persuaded him to cooperate with you and brought you before him."

"What kind of cooperation?"

"Defeat the Black Rose, then give you all the 'cake' that originally belonged to the Black Rose, so you can replace the Black Rose."

"This sounds similar to what you promised me. Aren't you afraid I might really betray you?"

"Working with me will be much easier than working with Swain —you know the Black Rose's history is even longer than the history of Noxus as a whole."

"Perhaps you should go into business instead of politics," Chen Ce chuckled, tacitly acknowledging the suggestion.

The atmosphere eased somewhat, and LeBlanc resumed her alluring pose.

Her eyes were glazed over, and one hand gently traced her leg. "Please believe me, I will help you wholeheartedly from now on—to show my sincerity, I can give you two small gifts first."

"First, regarding 'Raven's Eyes': as long as we're in this safe house, Swain won't be able to monitor us—and in return, please only meet with me here."

"Secondly, regarding your identity: Swain gave you the identity of 'Trifarix's Envoy,' but I will grant you a completely new identity, allowing you to do whatever you want in secret— Swain will never find out."

"Won't he notice?" Chen Ce frowned in confusion. "Isn't it possible for him to monitor us once we leave this safe house?"

"That's why I had you wear a mask before the meeting." LeBlanc smiled confidently, as if she had everything under control. "That fox mask is a magical mask; it can prevent Swain from seeing the wearer's true face."

"But hasn't he already seen my true face? In Ionia."

"Not entirely, because the distance is too great, he can only get a vague outline from the Raven's Eyes."

"Then..." Chen Ce was still somewhat puzzled, "Since he already knows the general outline and has seen this mask before, wouldn't it be like I'm trying to hide something if I wore it out?"

So you won't be the next one to wear a mask.

"Um?"

Just as Chen Ce was feeling puzzled, LeBlanc suddenly snapped her fingers.

The next moment, a mirror image of her appeared behind her.

The next moment, the mirror image transformed into Chen Ce's appearance.

"This is what I meant by 'giving you a completely new identity.'" LeBlanc chuckled and waved her hand again, and the fake Chen Ce immediately picked up the mask on the table and put it on.

"From now on, I will keep this clone in the safe house most of the time, only occasionally appearing under Swain's surveillance, and then returning to the safe house under his watchful eye, thus providing you with a perfect 'alibi'."

"As for you, you will not wear a mask when you go out. When entering and leaving the safe house, you will use another secret passage that can also avoid the ravens' surveillance. I will also prepare a new set of identity information for you. In that case, even if Swain finds you familiar or suspicious, his investigation will only yield ordinary, legal information about an ordinary, legal citizen. And my clone will simultaneously influence his judgment."

"If you split his suspicions about you into two parts like this, it will be much harder for him to find out about you."

"From now on, when you wear the mask, you are 'Special Envoy Trifarix'; when you don't wear the mask, you are 'the ordinary Chen Ce '."

Upon hearing this, Chen Ce couldn't help but secretly admire LeBlanc had mastered the "clone" skill.

That's truly masterful.

No wonder countless people in Noxus have been deceived by her over the centuries.

"A nice gift." Chen Ce readily accepted the offer.