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

It's clear that although Katarina didn't say anything on the surface, she still longed for the warmth of home.

Fóyego's silence naturally held a special meaning in Soleanna's eyes.

Folyago needs her to pay a "price".

But they don't say what the "cost" is.

Perhaps they're waiting for her to name her price.

Soleanna started to have wild thoughts.

She was startled and began to think about how she could pay a price to "satisfy" the other party.

.........

Leon Gures, a newly promoted general of the empire, wields considerable power.

Furthermore, according to Black Rose's investigation, this person is not short of money.

If you were to ask him what he lacks... or what he desires...

After much thought, Soleanna remembered what was written in the intelligence report that the Black Rose had given her.

"This person is suspected of being lecherous; this is likely his weakness."

It was based on this understanding that Soleanna devised her current plan.

With the resources at her disposal, Soleanna believed she couldn't possibly impress an imperial general, let alone a legendary powerhouse.

So all she could offer was...

Thinking of this, Soleanna gritted her teeth inwardly.

.........

Things seemed to have come full circle. Soleanna never imagined that her "plan" would ultimately be achieved in the way she "imagined".

After Foygo turned his gaze away from Katarina, he saw the voluptuous young woman slowly get up from the ground.

Then, blushing, she slowly spoke to him.

"General, I know what you want."

"only..........."

"Can we go to the room?"

Soleanna spoke in a trembling voice, her face bearing an indescribable expression.

It felt like both shame and humiliation, and also like relief and liberation.

"what?"

This familiar scene left Fóyego somewhat dumbfounded.

Foygo's hesitation made Soleanna tremble.

She glanced at the unconscious Katarina and Cassiopeia, a hint of humiliation flashing in her eyes once more.

I never expected this man in front of me to be so eccentric!

Soleanna said loudly in a voice filled with shame and indignation.

"Since you like it, then let's leave it here!"

Folyad: "............."

He shifted his gaze back and forth between Cassiopeia and Soleanna, finally letting out a silent sigh.

As expected of mother and daughter, their thought processes are something else...

Exactly the same.

...........

A moment later, realizing she had misunderstood, Soleanna was so ashamed and embarrassed that she wanted to disappear.

She watched Foygo's departing figure, her fair cheeks flushed crimson.

A hint of complexity lingered in Soleanna's eyes.

At this moment, she found it difficult to understand this man.

This man's magnanimity and breadth of mind were far greater than she had imagined.

Perhaps only that woman could rival a man like that.

She is far from qualified.

Thinking of this, Soleanna shook her head helplessly, a trace of melancholy flashing in her eyes.

Afterwards, Soleanna returned to the restaurant and looked at her two daughters who had fallen asleep on the table.

She sighed softly and finally fixed her gaze on Katarina.

She recalled what Fóyego had just said.

"Spend more time with Katarina, even if it's just feigned affection."

"Consider this your punishment."

Foygo's voice still seemed to linger in Soleanna's ears.

How ironic that a mother would be spoken to like that.

She really failed in her duty.

Soleanna sighed for a moment, then picked up Katarina's body and walked towards the bedroom.

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

Even ordinary civilians could sense a dark cloud gathering over the empire.

The impending storm looming over the empire is now unstoppable.

The army intended for the invasion of Ionia has already secretly assembled at the port not far from the Immortal Fortress, under Darkwill's command.

But now, nearly 50,000 troops can only wait here, awaiting the order to set off.

Because of the empire's offensive momentum, at this moment, the most crucial link is still missing.

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

"Bastard!"

A book as thick as a brick was slammed down on Hass's head, followed by a dark and angry curse.

As the book struck him, blood slowly trickled down Has's forehead.

"It's been a month!"

"The troops have all been assembled."

"You still haven't found any trace of Jarvan IV?!"

"Even if he's a pig, we should bring Jarvan IV back now!"

Dacowell cursed angrily, his wrinkled old face horribly gloomy, his tone seemingly ready to devour someone.

"My subordinates are incompetent!"

Has was pale-faced, and he could only accept everything Darkwell said.

For a month, no matter what methods Haas used, he made no progress whatsoever.

It seems that Jarvan IV has vanished into thin air.

Has was well aware of the current situation: 50,000 troops were gathering at the port, ready to set off.

At this critical juncture, losing Jarvan IV would prevent negotiations with Demacia, and the Empire would face numerous concerns should it send troops into the war.

Chapter 183, The Shattering of Fairy Tale Illusions

At this moment, words are undoubtedly pale and powerless.

Faced with Darkwell's wrath, Haas had no choice but to bear it alone.

"waste!!!"

Seeing Haas's pathetic state only fueled Darkwell's anger.

"roll!!!"

With a curse from Darkwell, Haas slowly rose and left the room.

A dark glint flashed in Darkwell's eyes. He looked at his wrinkled hands, his expression growing even more somber.

He ran out of time.

If this continues, his body probably won't be able to hold on.

The hope of immortality must be buried somewhere in Ionia, waiting to be discovered!

Yes, that must be it.

He would stop at nothing to achieve this!