I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

Everything that had just happened was clearly imprinted in Darkwell's mind.

"Ionia!!々~!"

So excited was Darkwell that his teeth were even chattering.

Perhaps for normal people, this is just a dream.

For Darkwell, this was the last straw!

In Ionia, there must be something that can fulfill Darkwell's vision of immortality.

Darkwell made a decision in his heart.

This decision completely changed the fate of the empire.

But in a corner unseen by Darkwell, a fleeting, ethereal figure dissolved in the shadows.

Clearly, Darkwell's pipe dream was not inspired by divine revelation, but rather poisoned by the Black Rose.

...............

Jarvan IV, a once radiant descendant of the Lightshield royal family.

He was currently being held captive in a magically sealed prison cart, escorted back to the Immortal Fortress by the Empire's new general, Leon Gures.

To prevent Jarvan IV from committing suicide, his entire body was now bound by magic, rendering him unable to move.

Garvin IV's eyes were filled with humiliation as he stared resentfully at Feuergo not far away.

A hint of fear lingered on his face.

This is the man who destroyed Demacia's proud and fearless vanguard.

He almost single-handedly reversed the course of the battle between Demacia and Noxus.

Jarvan IV did not know what awaited him next; he only knew that the best outcome for him at this moment was perhaps death.

You can't live, you can't die.

This statement perfectly describes Jarvan IV's predicament.

After more than ten days of escort, Foygo could vaguely see the outline of the Immortal Fortress.

It won't be long before the team arrives in the capital of Noxus.

..........

At this moment, Fóyego was riding a warhorse with Katrina.

Is it because Noxus lacks warhorses?

Of course not, thinking that way only shows your shallowness.

To add some color to the monotonous journey, Fóyego had to find some fun for himself.

With just a simple trick, he made the warhorse collapse to the ground, unable to stand up.

Folyad politely declined the warhorses offered by others, in order not to delay the process of escorting Jarvan IV.

Fóyego chose to ride a warhorse with Katrina.

For some reason, Katrina didn't seem to want to refuse this rather lame excuse.

He only said a few words such as:

Phrases like "I really can't do anything with you" and "I only let you ride the horse out of pity" were used.

Fóyego was naturally used to this.

Space on horseback is naturally extremely limited.

Now, Foygo gently wrapped his arms around Katrina's slender waist, feeling the touch of the beautiful woman's graceful body in his arms, and secretly felt pleased.

Looking at Katrina's ears, which were already bright red, a deep look flashed in Foygo's eyes.

This bright red rose with thorns is ready to be picked.

Completely different from Jarvan IV's journey of suffering, Feuergo carried her in his arms all the way to the Immortal Fortress.

...........

At the gate of the Immortal Fortress, Swain and two other generals from the Imperial Command had been waiting for a long time.

Soldiers clad in heavy black armor lined both sides of the city gate, awaiting Feuergo's arrival.

Given the merits Foygo has made this time, it is only natural that he should be treated with the utmost respect.

Logically, it should have been General Darkwell who came to greet them personally.

However, for various reasons, it was ultimately Swain who stepped forward to represent the Empire in welcoming Feuergo at the Immortal Fortress.

Before long, a procession gradually approached from a distance.

At the very front was a white-haired young man dressed in black armor.

Despite the great distance, Swain was able to clearly see the young man's face thanks to his outstanding abilities.

Seemingly sensing Swain's gaze, the young man's eyes met Swain's.

The two exchanged a glance across the distance.

This exchange of glances, which seemed to offer a helping hand, ended with the young man giving a friendly smile.

Chapter 149, The Game Has Only Just Begun

As the procession reached the gates of the Immortal Fortress, Foygo leaped down from his horse, his "gentle haven."

He walked slowly toward Swain and came to the front of the escort team.

As the welcoming party at the city gate looked on from afar, they couldn't help but praise the young man's talent and imposing presence.

The white-haired youth in front of him was dressed in black armor, with an unremarkable black longsword strapped to his waist.

Such attire is common throughout the empire, but for some reason, it exudes an inexplicable aura when worn by him.

At first, Swain's gaze toward Fiorio carried a hint of scrutiny, but after a brief eye contact...

He already knew that this "young man" was no ordinary person.

At least in terms of ability, this young man is by no means inferior to Swain.

Although Fryego's rise to power was mainly due to the power struggles within the empire's upper echelons and Fryego's own political maneuvering.

Among these achievements, Fóyego's own contributions are also evident.

Although Swain played only a compromising role in Fóyego's rise to power.

However, this does not mean that Swain did not acknowledge Foygo's achievements.

Capture the enemy king's crown prince alive, defeat the fearless vanguard, and kill the enemy's Grand Marshal!

This achievement is undeniable and beyond reproach.

Soon, Foygo walked up to Swein.

The two are completely equal in status, at least at this moment, so there is naturally no need for them to flatter each other excessively.

In the martial spirit of Noxus, there is little worldly shame or disgrace.

"Leon Gurez".

Foygo slowly extended his right hand toward Swain, first conveying his goodwill, and then introduced himself.

Although the two already knew each other's identities, this was indeed their first formal meeting.

Exchanging names is a necessary courtesy.

"Swein Jericho."

Swain did not act arrogantly or deliberately embarrass Feuergo as depicted in the novel.

Instead, he solemnly extended his hand to shake hands with Foygo, and at the same time, declared his life.

Swain had no idea what role this man named Leon Gures played in the turbulent political landscape of the empire at that time.

Swain needs to observe this new imperial nobleman's stance before making a judgment.

"General Swain's name is renowned."

"I have admired you for a long time."

"I think we need to have more discussions about the current situation in the empire."

Fouguez spoke with a profound meaning, and his words caused a strange glint to flash in Swain's eyes.

In an instant, a myriad of thoughts flashed through Swain's mind.

To climb to this position, it's impossible to be without connections behind the scenes.

Behind every imperial general is a force that either supports or relies on.

On the surface, Li Ang's rise to power stemmed from Amyst's patronage and the tacit approval of the aristocratic faction.

Although the final push was made by the usually transparent General Galen, who knows if there were any deeper deals behind it?

Throughout the empire, Swain formed his own faction and did not make peace with either the aristocratic or the commoner faction of Has.