Chapter 82

"Fae'lor Island?" Karma was taken aback upon hearing the name.

As far as she knew, the Fae'lor Island had been occupied by the Noxus two years ago, and its easily defensible terrain made it difficult to recapture.

Chen Ce... can he really conquer Fae'lor Island without even a single soldier?

"Isn't this a bit too far-fetched... or rather, isn't this a bit too risky...?"

"Adventure...no, I trust Chen Ce." Irelia shook her head—she trusted Chen Ce unconditionally. "I know him. He never does anything he's not sure of, and he certainly wouldn't make any promises to others without being certain."

"Well... alright." Karma knew she couldn't persuade him otherwise, so she didn't say anything more.

On the other hand, subconsciously she did believe it to some extent—she had already witnessed the miracles Chen Ce had created.

"Now all we need to do is continue advancing westward." Irelia, who had been somewhat tired, suddenly became full of energy again. "Once Chen Ce takes down Fae'lor Island, we can meet up with him near Wuju!"

"You really want to meet him."

"No... no! I'm doing this for the victory of the Resistance Army!"

"Ah, right, right..."

"Don't show that disbelieving look!"

"Oh, okay, okay..." Karma shrugged, then teased, "Aren't you afraid that Mr. Chen Ce will bring his little girlfriend to meet you?"

"He would never do that!" Irelia shook her head firmly, then proudly puffed out her still-developing but perfectly shaped breasts.

But soon, she suddenly thought of something else.

Her tone became slightly insecure:

"Okay... I can bring Ahri along at most..."

"Achoo..." Syndra suddenly sneezed.

"What's wrong? Did you catch a cold?" Chen Ce asked with concern, holding an empty bottle beside him. "It did get a bit colder last night. I should have given you a thicker blanket."

"It's nothing, I didn't catch a cold." Syndra shook her head. "It's probably just that someone's been talking about me behind my back—my infamous reputation is known to everyone from Fae'lor Island to Navori Province."

"I will clear your name in the future." Chen Ce reached out and patted the other person's head again.

Syndra readily complied with this "friendly gesture," waiting like a docile kitten for the other person to pet her—she thoroughly enjoyed the warm feeling.

After a moment, she put on a cool and aloof demeanor, as if she didn't care what others thought, "Whether I officially recognize my name or not doesn't matter anymore, I'm already used to it anyway."

Chen Ce smiled but remained silent—he knew that this had always been a thorn in her side, but she had become accustomed to using indifference to disguise herself.

How could a young girl yearning for warmth not want the misunderstanding to be cleared up?

Her hatred for the Ionia was genuine—after all, they had caused her decades of suffering—but she also longed for understanding.

And that was the most direct reason why he was able to gain her acceptance at the beginning.

"Aren't you leaving yet?" Syndra, seemingly guessing what the other was thinking, turned her face away again. "We've finished today's potion; you should make a new one."

"Am I just someone who makes medicine for you?" Chen Ce joked.

"..." Upon hearing this, Syndra became a little nervous, wanting to explain but feeling that it would ruin her image.

"I understand, then I'll go..." Chen Ce jokingly put on an act again.

This time, Syndra couldn't hold back any longer.

She still didn't explain or turn her head back, but one hand had already grabbed the other person's clothes.

"What's wrong? Are you worried that if I leave, no one will make medicine for you?" Chen Ce said with a smile.

"I..." Syndra pursed her lips, feeling a little embarrassed to speak.

After hesitating for a moment, she thought of another way to express her inner thoughts—

She stiffly reached out and stiffly touched Chen Ce's head.

She was expressing her friendliness.

Chen Ce was taken aback at first, then smiled warmly. "Miss Syndra is indeed a very gentle person."

Syndra remained silent, a blush rising on her cheek as she turned her head to the side.

"Alright, to be honest, I have a favor to ask of you today."

"What's up..."

"I'd like... for you to get out of bed and walk around."

"Um?"

"You've been lying in bed for several days now." Chen Ce sat down again and took the small hand that was resting on his head. "If you don't get out of bed and walk around, it won't be good for your recovery."

"I... I hate this land..." Syndra lowered her beautiful eyes, feeling the warmth from her fingertips. "I don't want to touch this land..."

"But we're on a ship, you should know that."

"The same goes for ships..."

"You can't stay in bed forever, can you?" Chen Ce chuckled. "Even if you were like that, I'd still be willing to keep bringing you medicine and food."

Syndra remained silent for a while.

After a full half minute, she hesitated before saying, "Okay... if you really want me to get out of bed and walk around... I can do it another way..."

"Any way is fine," Chen Ce said. "I just want you to get some exercise, and I can take you out for a walk while I'm at it."

"Hmm... I'll just browse around..." Syndra waved her hand, and the blanket covering her legs floated away automatically, exposing her perfect long legs, which were covered in footed stockings, to the air—if one had to pick the most perfect part of her perfect figure, it would definitely be these incredibly alluring legs.

"I can... float."

"Oh?" Chen Ce uttered a puzzled sound, then watched as the girl in front of him floated up from the bed and hovered only a few dozen centimeters off the ground.

"That's about it..." Syndra said as she floated around the room with magic, her perfect jade feet never touching the ground.

Chen Ce, sitting in the chair, watched helplessly as those jade-like feet drifted past him several times.

From this angle, the allure of the footed stockings covering the soles of the feet is fully revealed, and the thin black stockings allow glimpses of the fair and rosy skin underneath, creating a hazy yet strangely beautiful effect.

"What are you looking at..." Finally, after floating around the room several times, Syndra noticed something was wrong with the other person's eyes. She immediately lowered her floating height by twenty centimeters and hid her jade feet behind the bed.

Her cheeks flushed again.

Her skin was as thin as her footed socks.

"Cough cough... um..." Chen Ce coughed a few times in an attempt to cover up his embarrassment, then quickly changed the subject. "Are you really not going out for a walk? Ahri and Lillia really want to see you."

"But I don't want to see anyone, except..." Syndra pursed her lips, still too embarrassed to say the last word, and instead said, "I hate this land, I just want to leave here as soon as possible."

"But I can't leave here yet." Chen Ce shook his head. "I still have things to do on Fae'lor Island."

"What's up?"

"Drive out all the invaders who seized Fae'lor Island."

"Invaders? What do you mean?"

"They're Noxus. They've occupied Fae'lor Island." Chen Ce knew the girl before him was unaware of the war between the two nations—she had been trapped in the Dreaming Pool thirty years before the Noxus invasion. "They've committed countless atrocities on the island, burning, killing, and looting, and I'm going to drive them all out."

"Oh..." Syndra nodded, then put on a thoughtful expression.

After a moment, she asked in an almost declarative tone, "So, if I help you take care of them all, will you be able to leave here with me?"

After saying that, she suddenly realized there was something wrong with her words and quickly added, "I mean... you can go somewhere else to continue making medicine for me, right?"

"Once the war is over, you can have me make medicine for you wherever you want," Chen Ce said with a smile.

"Really?"

"Real."

"You're willing... to keep making medicine for me?"

"I told you I would help you control your power—that requires me to stay by your side."

"Then... then..."

Syndra lowered her head again, a strange joy flowing through her heart.

She slowly extended a finger, and a vast amount of magic pulsed at her fingertip, its terrifying energy chilling to the bone.

Actually, she had almost fully recovered three days ago.

She just never said it.

She was just afraid that Chen Ce would leave if she told him.

But now, she doesn't need to worry anymore.

"Then... I'll help you resolve this war..."

Chapter Ninety-Three: The Führer with the Footed Socks is Invincible!

Syndra eventually stepped out of the room.

In order to help Chen Ce end the war and leave this land she hated as soon as possible, she had to suppress her inner resentment and leave her "safe house".

Of course, it floated the whole time.

She hated everything about this land, and she would never allow a single speck of Ionia to fall on her.

Of course, except for Chen Ce.

Only Chen Ce could touch her, and only the things belonging to Ionia on Chen Ce's body could come into contact with her.

She found the warmth she couldn't get from her family in Chen Ce... She could feel that Chen Ce was genuinely kind to her—at least when he was good to her.

Having already experienced betrayal once, she was particularly sensitive to this; she couldn't be wrong.

In a way, she even regarded Chen Ce as a "dependency"—her only dependence in this malicious world.

It's not about material dependence, nor is it that she can't live without Chen Ce, it's just... that kind of emotional dependence.

For her, Chen Ce's kindness was like a ray of light in an endless abyss, or a piece of duckweed on a vast ocean. It might not have much practical use for her—and she didn't need it—but it was a great comfort to her spirit.

In her world, Chen Ce played the roles of friend, confidant, benefactor, and even family member; he was practically everything to her in terms of social interaction and spiritual communication.

In short, Chen Ce is the only person she can communicate with normally right now, so naturally she places all her emotional and spiritual hopes on him.

In her simple world, Chen Ce was the only one.

Perhaps this is far from "love," but the level of psychological dependence is roughly the same.

Therefore, she was willing to do what she could for Chen Ce.

For example... ending the war.

What should I do?

In the empty ship's corridor, Syndra floated obediently beside Chen Ce —of course, she thought she looked incredibly aloof right now.

"If I'm going to drive those Noxus away... should I throw them out one by one?"

"That would take forever..." Chen Ce smiled helplessly. "Sometimes the meaning of 'expulsion' is not as simple as it sounds."

"Oh..." Upon hearing this, Syndra nodded thoughtfully, seemingly understanding something.

She had been worried that her original plan was too... overstepping, and that Chen Ce might be dissatisfied or intimidated by her, which is why she only understood the literal meaning of the words.

If she were in charge, she would definitely unleash a magical explosion to solve everything.

Well, the main reason is that I'm afraid of appearing too fierce and causing Chen Ce to dislike me.

After all... a scary woman probably wouldn't be liked, right?

Just like how everyone used to fear and curse her...

"Anyway, I'll give you a signal later." Chen Ce reached out and patted the girl's head again, and she cooperated by lowering her floating height so he could pat her more comfortably. "Then you can just do what you want, I won't restrict you—nothing will restrict you anymore."

"Um... thank you, Chen Ce." Syndra smiled, a rare occurrence for her.

As the two were talking, the main control room of the Scarlet Huntress came into view.

"I'm going inside to talk to the captain. Do you want to come in with me?" Chen Ce asked.

"No." Syndra shook her head decisively. "I don't want to see any Ionia."

"I never said the captain was an Ionia."