Chapter 74

This is an urgent matter that cannot be delayed.

But it's still necessary to wait for Lillia to wake up—we can't just leave her here unattended, can we? She's still cosplaying as Sleeping Deer.

As for carrying her on his back? That's completely unnecessary.

Keep in mind that a fawn weighs much more than a normal person, so carrying it will only slow down your pace and take longer.

It's better to just wait for her to "wake up" first.

By the way... I should also take a break.

After being chased by Mordekaiser all night, I really deserve a good rest.

"Ha~" Chen Ce yawned in relief, then let his body fall back onto the bed.

But what awaited him was not a soft, comfortable bed.

Instead, it was... something softer than a bed.

Ahri's big...

"There's someone in bed, can't you see, darling?" Ahri smiled slightly, and her soft yet powerful fox tails immediately pulled Chen Ce into her arms.

Chen Ce only saw two adorable white rabbits coming closer to his eyes—or rather, his own body came closer—and then he felt a soft sensation on the back of his head that was slightly firmer than a fox tail.

It's naturally Ahri's thigh.

Full thighs covered in white stockings.

The girl's body temperature was warm, while the thin, smooth white silk was somewhat cool, creating a unique sense of comfort when combined.

If you use your lap as a pillow, you can also smell the faint fragrance of the other person's body.

It's quite comfortable...

"Let Lillia rest a bit, my dear. Don't push her. How about she rests here with me?"

Ahri bent down slightly and gave the other person a light kiss on the cheek, like a dragonfly skimming the water.

"Also... do you like my new clothes?"

"It looks good." Chen Ce has always been an honest and good person.

"Does my new hair color look good too?"

"Nice."

"So, my dear, do you prefer me yesterday or today?"

"Today's."

"Eh~~~ My dear, do you mean that I am not as good as I was yesterday?"

"No." Chen Ce shook his head, then said earnestly:

I like you today, a little more than yesterday, but a little less than tomorrow.

"...Huh?" Ahri was taken aback at first, and then a shy blush rose on her cheeks—even though she had teased him first.

"Honey, you're so... glib... who taught you that... really..."

"I'm serious." Chen Ce had always considered himself an honest and good person.

"Hmph... you're such a chatterbox..." Ahri said coquettishly, but her cheeks honestly turned even redder.

She even turned her head to the other side, a little embarrassed.

After a long pause, she made a new move.

"My darling, do you like my legs?" Ahri turned her head back to look directly into his eyes, her voice incredibly seductive. "Ever since I changed clothes, my darling has been staring at my legs~"

"Really? No, don't talk nonsense." Chen Ce's honesty remained consistent.

"You clearly have it!"

"That's not true."

"Hmph, my darling must like me wearing this, right?" Ahri slightly raised her leg, the beautiful curves wrapped in white silk arousing the imagination.

Chen Ce was still being stubborn.

Ahri had slowly removed one of her white stockings.

Those perfect bare feet swayed in the air, and the thin white silk stockings were lifted by the breeze, brushing against Chen Ce's ear.

"Do you want it~? My unbound feet and the white stockings I just took off~"

Chen Ce remained silent.

In this incredibly ambiguous atmosphere, he couldn't help but think of some... strange things...

For example...

It's... that...

Why do Ahri's clothes change after she evolves?

Does this conform to physics?

This is a honey trap of idealism!

Lillia was groggy, half asleep and half awake.

She couldn't open her eyes; the scenes in her dream switched illogically.

The voices in the dream were completely illogical.

She heard... Miss Ahri making sad sounds.

And there was also Mr. Chen Ce's voice.

How could Mr. Chen Ce possibly bully Miss Ahri?

What a strange and absurd dream...

Chapter 86 Heh heh, there are far too many dogs these days.

"Imai, Ibe, Vasa, Ana..."

The early spring rain came unexpectedly, and the mud was more moist and softer than usual. The leather boots made by Noxus's top craftsmen left a clear footprint with every step.

Samira ignored the mud on her heels and silently followed at the back of the group, constantly repeating the Ionia dialect she had just learned.

It means... mother, father, brothers, sisters...

The Resistance Army advancing westward was not moving fast, but they rarely rested; even the spring rain could not stop their advance. Many soldiers' clothes and hats were soaked by the rain.

"Ima, Ibe, Vasha, Ana..." Samira repeated the hymn over and over, memorizing each word. "Iza, son. Dida..."

She didn't actually like this cumbersome language—she even disliked it somewhat—but she had to learn more of it.

You may not be able to speak fluently, but you should at least know the meaning of these words.

As an "undercover agent," she had to be constantly on guard against the locals asking her questions in the Ionia dialect—if she couldn't answer, she would become highly suspicious.

"Dida, daughter," she began another recitation, her tone more resolute than before—she remembered. "Ima, Ibe."

"That's right." A native Ionia suddenly pointed out.

A gentle yet resolute voice. A female voice, clear and melodious.

"Yes... okay, I'll remember." Samira didn't stop or feel nervous—even though an Ionia had "exposed" her non-local identity.

Because she recognized the voice.

She turned her head and saw a girl who looked to be about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a superior figure and appearance, walking beside her.

Irelia Placidium Resistance Army.

She was still wearing that red and white combat suit, with rows of blade fragments circling behind her. The form-fitting outfit accentuated her perfect figure—especially her slender waist and full thighs, which would make any woman envious.

Even Samira, who had also fought for many years and developed a great figure, had to admit that the girl in front of her was more beautiful than herself.

And younger.

But its achievements are even greater.

"It should be pronounced as 'yinbei'—the ending sound is different." Irelia repeated it again, then looked ahead at the Resistance Army stretching for hundreds of meters.

You need to be careful not to let others notice your accent.

"Yes, I will." Samira nodded. "I won't speak in the Ionia dialect in front of anyone. I just want to be able to understand it, that's enough."

"A wise move," Irelia said, casting an approving glance.

Undoubtedly, she knew the other party's "undercover" identity—and only she knew it.

Chen Ce wrote to her about this and asked her to help conceal Samira's identity so that she could continue to stay in the Resistance Army to investigate the traitor.

At first, she was a little worried that Samira might use the guise of an undercover agent to harm the Resistance Army, but after Samira told her about Chen Ce, she felt relieved.

Yes... it's about using Indali to threaten Samira.

Although it sounds a bit... perverted, it is indeed a good method...

"Have you found anything out recently?" Irelia asked after a moment of silence.

"Not yet." Samira shook her head. "You know, Chen Ce told me to suspend the investigation for the time being."

"Regarding G... has he been in contact with that person recently?"

"No, not anymore." Samira knew who the other person was referring to with "Griq" and "that person" – naturally, they were the targets she had been tracking and investigating for some time: Third Legion Commander Glick and the Order of the Shadow Cult's Jie.

"The worst part is, I can't even find him anymore—as far as I know, he hasn't been in the sect's temples at all during this time, but nobody knows exactly where he went."

"Is this the latest intelligence?" Irelia, somewhat surprised.

"Yes, he may have taken some action."

"Um... okay, I understand."

"Hmm." Samira nodded, her gaze returning to the muddy ground beneath her feet.

One step at a time, the sides of his boots were already a bit dirty.

But that doesn't matter.

"Imai, Ibe, Vasa, Ana..."

Lillia finally woke up.

The moment she opened her eyes, she saw Ahri panting and lying by the bedside, her face flushed and her clothes disheveled.

As for Chen Ce... he seemed even more exhausted, collapsing into a chair and falling asleep. If you looked closely, you could see a hint of haggardness in him, and something just felt off.

Lillia remembered the dream she had while she was fast asleep—well, to be precise, the dream she "heard."

The whole thing about Mr. Chen Ce bullying Miss Ahri... it really was all a lie, right?

It's obvious that Miss Ahri bullied Mr. Chen Ce. Look how exhausted Mr. Chen Ce is, slumped in his chair and asleep. He must have been the one who got bullied.

As for Miss Ahri's flushed face... well... it's probably because she used up too much energy when bullying Mr. Chen Ce? After all, Mr. Chen Ce is in very good physical condition, so it's not that easy to bully him. It's normal to be a little tired.

It's truly a miracle that Miss Ahri, with her rather frail physique, could bully Mr. Chen Ce... Perhaps it's because Mr. Chen Ce didn't want to fight back?

He's really, really good to Miss Ahri.

Lonely Lillia felt a pang of envy.

So, after they had both rested enough, she suggested that they go to Fae'lor Island together—since she was free anyway, she might as well go and see if she could be of any help.

Her main job was "observing humans," and since she could continue observing along the way with the two of them, it didn't matter.

For the next few days, she took the initiative to carry the luggage, just hoping that Chen Ce and Ahri wouldn't kick her out—after all, Ahri really wanted to spend some time alone with Chen Ce, and would occasionally "threaten" or bully her in private.

Things like secretly stuffing stones into her luggage, riding on her back when Chen Ce wasn't around... Luckily, she was also strengthened by the Spirit Tree's summons, otherwise she would have been really bullied.

She's in top physical condition now; she can run 20 miles on her back without feeling any back or leg pain.

As long as Ahri doesn't threaten her with the "roasted deer leg" thing, everything is fine.

The three of them traveled towards Fae'lor Island at a fairly good pace.