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

By this time, Jarvan IV had become somewhat accustomed to the nighttime conditions in the enemy camp.

Two days have passed since the day of the prison break.

For two or three days, Jarvan IV had been hiding in Anna's cottage, during which time he miraculously evaded capture twice.

Jarvan IV could only attribute this to Anna, the "goddess of luck."

Jarvan was well aware that the Immortal Bastion was currently in a state of high alert, and his attempt to escape back to Demacia at this time was virtually impossible.

Moreover, his injuries had not yet healed, and setting off at this moment would pose numerous risks.

In addition, for some reason, Jarvan IV felt a strange emotion deep inside him, an emotion that made him reluctant to leave.

There is only one reason for this, and that is—Anna.

Jarvan IV felt a growing infatuation with this extremely pure girl.

Like this moment.

In the cramped little house, there was only an old, hard wooden bed.

When it was just Anna, it was certainly enough.

Now, the arrival of Jarvan IV has become somewhat of a predicament.

Furthermore, as a "seriously wounded" man, how could the kind-hearted Anna bear to let Jarvan IV sleep on the ground?

And so, under Jarvan IV's sweet talk, the two decided to share this old, hard wooden bed.

Chapter 177, The Beginning of a Love Story

At this moment, the whole cabin was quiet.

It was so quiet that the two of them could almost hear each other's breathing and heartbeats.

Even though it wasn't the first time the two had "spent the night together" in the same bed, they both found it difficult to fall asleep.

Anna curled up as much as possible, leaving a large space for Jarvan IV.

At this moment, her little face was flushed with embarrassment, her big eyes were tightly closed, and her long eyelashes fluttered.

Anyone could see that Anna was simply burying her head in the sand.

On the other side, Jarvan IV's robust and muscular body was also somewhat stiff, although he tried his best to avoid physical contact with the girl.

However, the faint fragrance that occasionally wafted to his nose still made him feel somewhat unsettled.

"call......."

Jarvan IV exhaled sharply, then turned to face Anna.

"Anna, are you... asleep?"

Jarvan IV's voice came from beside her, causing the girl to tremble and begin to let her mind wander.

"He's still up so late, could it be...?"

Anna's pretty face flushed even more, and after hesitating for a moment, she stammered out.

"No...no..."

Anna's tense, barely audible voice reached Jarvan IV's ears, making him smile.

It seems he was misunderstood by the girl.

However, the girl's innocent expression actually brought a sense of relief to Jarvan IV's heart.

"Anna, have you ever been outside of Noxus?"

Jarvan IV asked in a gentle voice.

"No......."

Anna answered softly, her voice still carrying a hint of shyness.

"Anna, why did you save me?"

Jarvan IV suddenly asked again, and his question startled Anna.

"No...why?"

"Well... I think you really need help."

"I just..."

Anna hesitated, then spoke haltingly.

Although the voice was faint, it had a heartwarming charm in Jarvan IV's ears.

Jarvan IV's expression softened further; the answer was indeed as he had guessed.

All I can say is that this answer is very Anna-esque.

Faced with this kind-hearted girl, Jarvan IV could not bear to hide the truth.

The truth will eventually come out; some things will have to be faced sooner or later.

A hostile nation, a prince in distress, and a kind-hearted poor girl.

This is a love story that only Titanic could have come up with.

To this day, Anna has never asked about Jarvan IV's origins or why he was injured and ended up at her doorstep.

Anna simply took meticulous care of Jarvan.

Perhaps in Anna's eyes, Jarvan IV was just a pitiful man in distress.

But Jarvan knew that what he carried was far heavier than Anna could imagine.

Even if his identity were exposed now, regardless of Jarvan IV himself, Anna's fate would likely be extremely tragic.

Harboring an imperial prince—how could Anna, a poor girl, bear such a crime?

Jarvan IV took a deep breath and spoke slowly.

"Anna, have you heard of Demacia?"

King Jarvan IV looked at the old, slightly moldy roof of the cabin and suddenly said in a low voice.

"I've heard of it..."

“I heard from my neighbor, Aunt Mary, that it was a very dangerous place.”

"The people who live there all have two heads; if you cut one off, you can still use the other..."

Upon hearing Jarvan IV's question, Anna slowly turned around and faced him, recounting to him the strange tales circulating among the people of Noxus.

Hearing this, Jarvan IV was both amused and exasperated.

But this does indeed fit the profile of a poor person who lacks knowledge.

After all, the two countries have been sworn enemies for many years, and in the Demacian folklore, there are rumors that the Noxians are "barbarians who eat people without spitting out the bones".

"Anna, those are all lies."

Jarvan IV said with a hint of helplessness.

"what?"

Anna suddenly exclaimed in surprise, "This silly child seems to have taken everything the old lady next door said to heart."

"Anna, there are no people with two heads in this world."

"Demacia is a peaceful country, not what you think."

King Jarvan IV began to explain gently.

By the moonlight, he gazed at the girl's face with gentle eyes.

The girl's face wasn't particularly stunning; she was just fairly pretty.

The few freckles on the tip of his nose were also very clear under the moonlight.

Jarvan IV never cared about the girl's appearance; no matter what she looked like, it would not diminish his affection for her in the slightest.

"You've already guessed it, haven't you?"

“These days, the Imperial soldiers are actually searching for me.”

Jarvan IV spoke frankly, his gaze remaining fixed on the girl's face, never wavering.

"Um........"

Upon hearing this, the girl only made a very slight nasal sound.

"I am the prince of Demacia."

"The sole heir to this kingdom."

"And one day, I will take over the burden of being king and assume the responsibility of becoming king."

"That's why the Noxian Empire is hunting me down."

Jarvan IV spoke slowly and deliberately, telling Anna everything.

A flicker of disbelief and confusion crossed Anna's eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.