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

LeBlanc's question seems to be simply questioning Feuergo about how he broke through the illusory realm, but its deeper meaning goes far beyond that.

Now that things have come to this point, LeBlanc isn't stupid.

Based on the power that Folgo had demonstrated, she had already discerned the true nature of the demigod Folgo.

Unfortunately, the power that Foygo had previously displayed did not match any of the demigods that LeBlanc knew.

This naturally includes the king of the Shadow Isles—the Ruined King, Fawkes.

After all, with LeBlanc's intelligence capabilities, she naturally knew that the source of the King of Ruin's power was the Ruin power formed by the curse of Blessed Isles.

The swordsmanship displayed by the "Leon" before them was clearly unrelated to the "King of Ruin".

However, now that we know Folgo's identity as a demigod, it is no longer a problem to further investigate Folgo's true identity.

Runeterra is vast, but only a handful of demigods are openly active there.

LeBlanc would never believe that a demigod could suddenly appear.

Therefore, LeBlanc's questioning was merely an attempt to extract information from Fryego in order to uncover his identity.

If Feuerge becomes complacent and reveals his true colors, he will likely play right into LeBlanc's hands.

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

Judging from the current situation, LeBlanc seems to have been driven to the brink of death. What's the use of her still clinging to hope?

Her actions seem somewhat unnecessary. Is it really just that LeBlanc simply wants to be an "understandable ghost"?

This is certainly not the case.

The reason is actually quite simple: deep down, this "pale lady" doesn't seem to believe she's bound to fail here.

Feuergo was well aware of this.

LeBlanc has dominated Runeterra for so many years, and even after offending Mordekaiser, the Lord of the Underworld, she has still managed to survive for over a thousand years. This clearly demonstrates that she is no pushover.

If she were really killed so easily, then she wouldn't deserve to be the shadow that has shrouded the Noxian Empire for thousands of years.

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

But Fryego was no ordinary man; he had anticipated and prepared for today's situation long ago.

"hehe..............."

"LeBlanc, you don't really think you can turn things around, do you?"

Folger coldly stared at LeBlanc, who was still unwilling to give up, and said in a low voice.

Upon hearing Foygo's words, LeBlanc's already icy expression instantly turned even more gloomy.

She knew that Foygo had seen through her tricks.

"Hmph hmph hmph........."

But to everyone's surprise, Fran let out a sinister laugh, a laugh that sounded like the hoarse cawing of a night raven, making it extremely unsettling to listen to.

Clearly, LeBlanc wasn't made a fool of to get where it is today.

She paid no attention to Fryego's threats.

When one plan failed, she simply spoke directly to Foygo in a sinister voice.

"Swordsman, just kill me then."

"One day, I will appear before you again."

As she spoke, LeBlanc wore a creepy smile.

However, Fóyego remained unmoved, and even a hint of a smile appeared in his eyes.

He ignored LeBlanc's weak and feeble threat, which resembled that of a "clown," and simply looked up towards Noxus.

"Judging by the time, it should be about right."

Folyago muttered to himself.

LeBlanc, who was nearby, naturally noticed Fryegor's actions. When she saw Fryegor's gaze, a bad feeling suddenly flashed through her mind.

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

at the same time.

Noxus, the Immortal Bastion.

Marquis Zofis, the "newly emerging noble" of the empire, sat on a throne, swirling a crystal goblet in his hand.

In the glass in his hand, a crimson liquid of unknown composition rippled.

If anyone else were to witness this scene, they would surely punish this "Marquis of Zoffies" for overstepping his bounds.

Because in the Noxian Empire, the throne theoretically belongs to only one person—Darkwill.

But for those who knew the true identity of this "Marquis of Zoffies," all of this seemed perfectly natural.

General Darkwell?

It's just a toy.

Because compared to the name "Marquis of Zoffis," in the darker side of the empire, he had another, even more resounding title—Vladimir!

Vladimir took a deep breath of the wine in his glass, as if the liquid inside was emitting a rich aroma, and then let out a long sigh.

Even though aged wine has a long and rich aftertaste.

"But the new wine also has a pure, sweet, and domineering quality."

"How do you decide between these two options?"

He turned to look in front of him, and what he saw was utterly astonishing.

Whether they are generals, nobles, great merchants, or legendary mercenaries...

These men, who once held prominent positions in the upper echelons of the empire, now knelt before Vladimir with utmost loyalty.

Beyond these superficial identities, they also possess another, unknown identity—members of the Crimson Society!

Chapter 313, Everything Comes from Value

The Crimson Society—a secret society existing within the Black Rose, loyal only to Vladimir himself.

The Black Rose was already an extremely secretive entity within the Empire, but the Crimson Society was hidden even deeper.

Anyone who could join them was a prominent figure in the empire's upper echelons.

It was precisely because of the existence of the Crimson Society that Vladimir possessed the power to rival LeBlanc within the Black Rose and throughout the entire Empire.

Otherwise, the dignified "Pale Lady" is not a soft-hearted person, and she would not have allowed Vladimir to share the "glory" of the Black Rose with her.

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

Upon hearing Vladimir's words, the expression of the Crimson Society member closest to Vladimir changed slightly.

This is a nobleman with considerable power in the upper class of the Noxian Empire. It is hard to imagine that this nobleman, who is usually so arrogant and domineering in front of others, would show such a "loyal dog"-like appearance.

"My lord, whether it's new wine or old wine, I think they each have their own unique flavor."

"The two should complement each other."

The Noxian nobleman of the Crimson Order answered Vladimir.

As he finished speaking, he lowered his head, which had been held high, and remained silent, awaiting Vladimir's possible response.

As an old fox who has lived since the ancient times of Runeterra, no one can fathom Vladimir's true thoughts, not even his closest confidants within the Crimson Order.

As the nobleman finished speaking, a long silence ensued, and no one knew what Vladimir was thinking at that moment.

Just when the nobleman thought Vladimir would not respond to him, a magnetic voice suddenly rang out again.

"No, you said it wrong."

"And it's... terribly wrong, completely wrong!"

Vladimir unexpectedly responded to the nobleman's viewpoint with an extremely clear attitude. He swirled the tall wine glass in his hand, the scarlet liquid inside colliding with the transparent glass wall, creating ripples once again.

What the nobleman didn't notice was that a glint of light suddenly flashed in Vladimir's eyes.

The nobleman's forehead was already covered in sweat from Vladimir's strong denial.

Hearing Vladimir's strong tone, he thought he had unknowingly touched some taboo of Vladimir's.

"My lord... I am foolish and beg for your guidance..."

He didn't dare wipe his sweat, and immediately asked Vladimir in a stammering tone.

Clearly, even if he were to die, he intended to figure things out before he died.

"Hahaha!!!!"

Upon hearing this, Vladimir suddenly burst into laughter.

The laughter relieved the nobleman, but also left him somewhat bewildered.

"You, you."

Vladimir abruptly rose from his throne, shaking his head as he spoke with an inscrutable smile.