The preparations for the journey were quickly completed, and he said a secret farewell to the people around him. After thinking for a long time, Lester decided to leave behind the magic steel mask that symbolized the authority of the lord.
When necessary, Ji Si, who is about the same size as Lester, can disguise herself as the lord of the Emerald Territory. As a man's pillow for more than ten years, it is not difficult to imitate the man's behavior. Plus, with the angel sisters, Ma
Grete and Epsol stand in support. Even if someone guesses that it is fake, they have no right to question it.
As for the magic steel mask that can suppress personal aura, its effect has begun to diminish for Lester.
In the past ten years, Elena, who suppressed the red rune fragments, has not grown without growth. Although she is still unable to have detailed conversations, Lester can also let Elena communicate with her all the time through spiritual communication.
The dissipated life energy was withdrawn into the body, and the bonus of the [charm halo] from the life energy was lost. With his outstanding appearance alone, it would be difficult for Lester to encounter the outrageous thing of being targeted by a dragon bird in heat again.
Even if you look at faces, few people will lose their minds because of a charming face, so you won't get into all kinds of trouble simply because of your charm.
When Ryze had just left the border of Demacia, Lester, who was riding Shia, also left the Emerald Territory and flew eastward to the Immortal Fortress.
Landing outside the Immortal Fortress, after Leicester settled Sia on the mountain, he hired a carriage and entered the magnificent and solemn military fortress.
Relying on the special pass from Noxus, the carriage entered Black Thorn Rose Street directly, and Lester found the mage stationed at the entrance of the street.
"I'm Lester, may I ask, is Ms. Rose at home?"
First, she looked at the man with vigilant eyes. It wasn't until she saw the man's undisguised face, combined with Ms. Rose's rumors, that the female mage suddenly realized.
"You are the Master Leicester who invented the Amplification Circle, right? I can hardly recognize you without your mask... Ms. Rose is at home, please come in."
"Thanks."
After saying thank you, the man gradually approached the familiar mansion. Just like fifteen years ago, Rose's house was still the tallest and largest, for fear that others would not know her lofty status.
Stopping in front of the carved door, for Lester, the house in front of him is half of his home.
She reached out and pulled, and the door opened smoothly. Rose left the door unlocked as always.
After closing the door and locking it, Lester slowed down and looked at the unchanging layout around him, feeling a little nostalgic.
Whether it was beside the magic stove or on the dining table, there were traces of intimacy between the two of them.
Lester walked up the stairs to the second floor, pushed open the ajar door, and saw a woman in pajamas with long, silky black hair sitting beside the bed, holding her hands behind her back and looking at the man with crooked eyebrows.
Some things have changed, and some things have not.
Let LeBlanc's be given to LeBlanc, and Lolth's be given to Lolth.
The moment of hesitation gave the man some clarity.
"Smelly man, you finally came to me and took the initiative. I thought you had forgotten your old love when you found a new one."
Faced with Rose's teasing, Lester sat on the bed without saying a word, took the woman's hand, looked into her charming eyes, and said softly.
"I'm sorry, even if I was very busy, I should have come to see you. It was my fault."
Rose was stunned. It was rare that she didn't notice a hint of hypocrisy on the man's face. It was like a real emotion from the heart. The woman instantly felt aggrieved as a wife being left out by her husband.
Normally, LeBlanc would hold her stomach and laugh for three days at such a thought, but now she found that she couldn't laugh at all because she had been treating her emotions as a drama.
She originally wanted to end the special relationship between Rose and Lester as soon as possible, but at this moment Rose felt a little more reluctant again, and her eyes couldn't help but turn red.
The aggrieved woman tilted her head and took her hand away from the man's hand.
"Anyway, it's enough for you to have Misha and Hina. Who am I to be yours? You don't need to apologize to me."
The man ignored the woman's struggle and directly opened his arms to hug her gently.
After a symbolic 'struggle', Rose, unable to exert any strength, decided to let nature take its course.
This body can never reject the man in front of it, and this has become a huge flaw.
Flaws that must be erased.
"You have already been an integral part of my life."
The woman bowed her head to the man's chest silently, and the man's deep voice continued to come.
"When I was most confused and helpless, it was you who gave me a home and made me feel like a human being again. You are not someone else to me. You are the home that makes me feel at ease and the home that I can't let go of the most. The bond.”
Rose's body trembled.
She recalled their first meeting fifteen years ago, when the man humorously tripped Dalt to the ground like a stupid bear, and she became interested in the man who spoke an unknown language.
Obviously he just wanted to dig out the secrets of the ancient survivors, but he fell inexplicably and turned a house of one person into a home for two people.
Before a man leaves home and shines in the world, what she likes most is to stay with her man at home. At that time, Rose is the real Rose.
Cook together, put rice grains on each other's faces and laugh,
Clean together, use wind magic to smear the dust on the man's face, turning the man who is as black as the bottom of the pot into the bottom of the pot,
Study together, speak clumsy and funny spoken language, and use the worst gestures to express your emotions,
Sleep together and let each other's warmth become a harbor in the cold night...
At a certain period of time, a man's arms are the place where a woman likes to rely most.
Morning and evening, bit by bit, pass by suddenly and inadvertently.
The flowers watered with countless efforts are as fragile as an ice flower, breaking at the touch of a touch.
Fake and sincere emotions, I don’t know when, they changed.
Rose's Rose is not Rose after all,
Rose of Rose, the Pale Witch, LeBlanc.
An ancient warlock who will do whatever it takes to achieve his goals.
Closing her blurry eyes, the woman's tears were like pearls, but her mouth was full of smiles.
"That is to say, if I die one day, will you shed tears for me?"
Nodding, Lester wiped away the tears from the corners of Rose's eyes with his fingertips.
"I will cry, and I will be sad for a long, long time, until I completely forget you, forget who taught me Noxus, forget my home on Blackthorn Rose Street, forget that there is a person who accepted my gift
one's gift."
"Then if you can't forget it, won't you be sad all the time?"
"Since you don't want to make me sad, why don't you give me a reason not to be sad?"
After a pause, Rose smiled.
"In this world, except for gods, who can truly control one's own life and death?"
