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Chapter 113 A Wonderful Mistake

Winter's Claw and Avarosa, as expected, finally joined forces. Although Sejuani claimed it was a temporary alliance, whether out of old friendship or to show off in front of her good friend, she provided generous treatment and material rewards to Avarosa's aid workers.

Sejuani also showed Ashe the fertile land of her tribe, nurtured under the protection of the spirits of nature, which was the most shocking thing Ashe had seen since arriving in Winter's Claw.

In Ash's childhood memories, when her tribe was still in the warm southern region, a small amount of land had been cultivated in the tribe.

But Aisha never imagined that such fertile land could exist beside an ice lake in such a cold north.

"Does the spirit of nature, Heathcliff, truly exist?"

Such a miraculous scene left Ashe with no choice but to believe it—it was probably truly the work of a god.

"Can our tribe worship your gods?"

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"Oh?"

Sejuani burst into laughter upon hearing this.

"Haestriel is the guardian deity of our tribe. As the War Mother of Avarosa, don't you feel ashamed to want to worship the gods of other tribes?"

However, Ashe shook her head.

"I don't care about any of that. All I know is that this god, whom I've never heard of before, can feed my people."

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Sejuani's sneer gradually subsided, and staring into Ashe's sincere eyes, she uttered only one sentence.

"That's what I hate about you, Aisha—"

"What, isn't protecting your people what you've always been doing?"

No, I hate your gentleness.

Protecting one's people is not wrong, but Sejuani hates that Ashe never includes herself in the equation, as if Ashe doesn't need to consider herself at all.

Sejuani, on the other hand, needs to consider her own authority and power, and sometimes, she even drives her people according to her own desires.

To put it bluntly, Ashe is seen as a "scab" by Freljordians, who "entangle" her on a moral level that the people of Freljord never delve into.

This made Sejuani very uncomfortable, and she knew that Harren was susceptible to Ashe's charm.

What a charming and manipulative guy!

But the terrifying thing about noble people is that no matter how much you disdain them, as long as you have a conscience, you can't help but feel respect for them.

So even though Sejuani regarded Heathtriel as the "exclusive guardian deity" of the Claws of Winter, she did not refuse Ashe's request to worship Heathtriel.

At that moment, Ashe saw Lux, the little priestess who was praying by the lake with the Winter's Claw tribe. Her fair skin and golden hair made Ashe momentarily dazed.

She couldn't help but say.

"Look! That girl looks just like you when you were little!"

"Really? Many people say that."

Sejuani shook her head.

"I wasn't this thin when I was a child—to me, she looks more like you when you were a child."

The priesthood of the tribe is rarely held by outsiders, after all, it is a major event for the tribe, and the Frost Priest's power and the painful experience of killing the War Mother is a scar that the Claws of Winter can never erase.

Lux is an exception. On the one hand, she is too young to cause any trouble. On the other hand, Lux does resemble the young Ashe in Sejuani's vague memories, which makes her feel a lot of affection for her, so she just lets it go.

You, so slim and slender, with the same blond hair, and the same gentle and kind nature—

"Ha—I think when you and Herren have a child, it will probably look like this."

"Um?!"

Sejuani was startled by what she heard and looked at Ashe in astonishment.

"What did you say?"

"What? You don't have this plan? Herren told me you had already made an oath, I thought you already had a plan."

Freljord places great importance on reproduction. Basically, making an oath is like an "ultimatum" for a romantic relationship, indicating that the two are ready to have offspring.

Therefore, it's not unreasonable for Ashe to make this guess.

However, after a brief moment of surprise and doubt, Sejuani was immediately overwhelmed with joy.

"He really told you that!?"

"What?"

"He said—it's something he swore an oath to me?"

"Yes, he told me three months ago when I went to Demacia—what's wrong?"

"No, no, it's nothing!"

Sejuani couldn't suppress her smile; she was completely overwhelmed by the sudden surprise.

She never expected that while she was still anxious about what Herren was thinking, Herren had already told outsiders that they had made a vow.

And this was happening in front of Ashe, whom Sejuani unilaterally considered her "love rival"—which filled her with immense joy.

Thinking back to this point in time—Haren had already made that statement before he even went to Demacia?

She also complained about Herren's long absence and even went to Avarosa to cause trouble, disregarding Herren's instructions.

Thinking of this, Sejuani felt a pang of guilt—Herren was right, she really didn't trust him enough.

I deserve to die —

Overwhelmed with a mix of relief, joy, and guilt, Sejuani was so overwhelmed that she couldn't care less about anything else. Even Ashe in front of her seemed a million times more pleasing to the eye.

She already had a deep bond with Ashe; their entanglement was nothing more than a clash of ideologies, which was exacerbated by Herren's extreme admiration for Ashe.

Now, a huge weight has been lifted off her shoulders, and Sejuani is feeling more relaxed than ever before.

She affectionately put her arm around Ash's shoulder and said warmly.

"Come on, let's have a banquet tonight to welcome you back—we sisters won't leave until we're completely drunk!"

"Forehead----"

Ashe was also a little puzzled. What had gotten into Sejuani all of a sudden, making her so enthusiastic?

However, she gladly accepted Sejuani's invitation.

Far away at sea, Herren never expected that the misunderstanding she caused three months ago would unexpectedly lead to the reconciliation between the sisters.

Jessica, who had been pushed back to the Noxian border, knew all too well the impact of the alliance between the two tribes.

While constructing a temporary defensive line for the Northern Legion's reinforcements, he also deliberately observed the movements of the Winter's Claw.

They seem to be building some kind of large defensive fortification, but with the pressure from Noxus, many people still have to be on guard against possible invasions, so there aren't enough able-bodied men to keep up, and the construction of the fortification is not progressing quickly.

Jessica made a rough estimate: if the war in Ionia went smoothly, the Freljordians would not have enough time to finish building the fortifications by the time the main army returned to reinforce. Even if they did finish them hastily, they would definitely be leaky from all sides.

This put his mind at ease.

But things started to change a few days ago.

The number of people working on that fortification had doubled compared to a few days ago, and the construction of that "Great Wall" was accelerating at a visible pace.

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Jessica: What happened?

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