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Chapter 91 Demacia Delegation

"This is the weapon you asked me to modify?"

"Hmm...is there a problem?"

Atama's Halberd - Supreme Quality

[A weapon passed down for centuries will increase in destructive power as the user strengthens it.]

Looking at the name that popped up on the panel, Herren looked troubled.

It's not that this weapon has no room for improvement; the problem is that this halberd has quite a history.

"Isn't this your family's ancestral weapon?"

Atma's Halberd was originally the weapon of Oren, the founding leader of Demacia, and has been passed down as the weapon of kings ever since, so it is quite normal for it to appear in Jarvan's hands.

In other words, this is not only a top-quality weapon in itself, but also a symbol of royal power.

Herren had no intention of getting involved in this—it was purely a matter of state.

"This is already a masterpiece; there's no need for me to add anything more."

"Is that so? — That's a real shame."

Jarvan was somewhat disappointed.

"Although it was passed down from my ancestors, I actually wanted it to better reflect my personality —"

"Heh, stop now, or your father will beat you to death."

Herren pleaded with him earnestly, and finally dissuaded Jarvan from disturbing his ancestral graves.

Then, Fiora rushed over after learning that Heron was leaving Demacia.

She still couldn't save enough money—in theory, the Laurent family shouldn't be in such dire straits, but Fiona was, after all, a young head of the family. She couldn't just sell off the family's land, which was considered real estate. What would the family eat and drink then? She couldn't just think of herself.

Fiona wasn't there to return Laurent's rapier; Herren could see the reluctance on her face as she gripped the sword.

After experiencing it firsthand, Fiona could truly feel the sword's sharpness, which was indispensable for her to become a renowned dueling master in the capital—she simply couldn't give it up.

So she came to negotiate terms.

"I heard you're looking for someone to go to Freljord to train soldiers—I can go with you; I have some basic swordsmanship skills, and I'll pay off my debts as a reward."

"There's no need for that, Fiona. Although you're a master swordsman, the people around here are all rough men; they can't wield your fancy swordsmanship—"

"A master swordsman?"

Fiona caught the word; the title made her breath catch in her throat.

She composed herself and insisted.

"I am not only skilled in dueling swordsmanship, but I cannot join the army, so I specialize in dueling swordsmanship—I am also proficient in swordsmanship for battlefield combat."

"Alright, consider it a favor you owe me. You can pay me back later."

"No."

Fiona shook her head.

She was able to break off the engagement without regard for sentimentality, which shows that she cared least about social etiquette and did not want to owe anyone a favor.

"To be honest, sword, I won't return it to you, but I also won't renege on my debt—"

"this----"

This is troublesome; Herren has never encountered anyone so difficult.

"It doesn't matter if she comes along, Herren, you already have enough trouble already."

Just then, Zhao Xin's voice came from outside the door. He looked travel-worn and tired.

"It's a good thing to let this girl go out and lay low for a while—"

Zhao Xin seemed to know Fiona. Fiona, who hadn't shown much respect to Jarvan, actually bowed to Zhao Xin.

Zhao Xin also acted very amiably.

"You're a promising talent, but your mindset is too poor. If you could go somewhere else to cultivate your mindset, it would really benefit you. This is a traditional Ionian method, but it has always worked."

"Ha, sounds like this would be good for her. So you're not here to help me?"

Herren joked with a smile, while Zhao Xin shrugged.

"Because there are even more troublesome ones than her—"

As he spoke, Zhao Xin laid a list on the table.

The above are the elite reserves of the Fearless Vanguard, whom he carefully selected and discussed with Tiana.

As elite troops, they naturally need to show sincerity and "great power foundation" in front of Winter's Claw. As for the reason for being reserve troops, it's because Tiana insists on not disrupting Demacia's current strategic deployment; she can't just throw out the real elite troops.

And Garen's name appeared prominently in the first line.

"It seems there's no problem—"

"Yes, the problem lies with Garen—and guess what? Miss Laksana Crownguard is involved too."

"ha?!"

Harren was truly shocked. Lux was going too?

He wasn't worried about Lux coming; after all, the "witch who destroys nations" was just a joke. The key issue was the freezing weather. Could a pampered noblewoman endure it?

"Who knows what the Grand Marshal was thinking—it was Garen who proposed it, and after Lady Tiana argued with him, she actually agreed—sending a little girl to Freljord, what are they doing it for? Does Laksana think this is some kind of vacation? This isn't child's play—"

Hearing the worry in Zhao Xin's words, Herren understood.

Clearly, Zhao Xin was unaware that Lux possessed magic—after thinking about it for a moment, Heron probably had a guess about Garen's purpose.

But since Garen didn't reveal the truth, Herren also considerately helped to keep it a secret.

"That's not important, but it is indeed a troublesome matter. The climate of Freljord is really not a place for humans to live. I'm not worried about the warriors of the Dauntless Vanguard, but if there are children, we should prepare more."

"They are in the wrong. The Mianwei family will bear part of the supplies for this trip. I came here to ask for your opinion. Since you don't mind, then it's settled."

Seeing that Herren didn't mind, Zhao Xin finally breathed a sigh of relief. Even though he was still completely confused, he knew his own identity and had no intention of getting involved in the trivial matters of the nobles. He would only take care of his own duties.

So, regarding Fiona—now it seems much easier to handle, since she is, after all, an independent adult.

"How about a month? You'll only work for a month, teaching our people basic swordsmanship, then we'll call it even. Does that sound okay?"

"A month?"

Fiona nodded in agreement after only a moment's thought.

A month was just right, not too short for her to feel it wasn't enough to offset the debt, nor too much time for her—after all, she was a head of a family, even a small one, and there were many trivial matters to handle.

Now, the accompanying personnel were finalized, including Commander Zhao Xin, Squad Leader Garen, and nine other Dauntless Vanguard members, plus sword instructor Fiora and accessory Lux. The number was not large, but preparations for the long journey still required effort.

He also needed to contact the Demacian Rangers to request some carrier pigeons as a means of communication, but fortunately he was quite familiar with Quinn, so this was not difficult.

In order to finish these matters as soon as possible, Zhao Xin had no choice but to take his leave in a hurry. As a temporary member, Fiona also went back to pack her own bags so as not to add any burden to Zhao Xin.

After everyone left, Herren was finally able to lie back in his bed and enjoy his last moments in Demacia.

Now he can finally get a good night's sleep.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the continent, on the Ionia Islands, a bloody storm was brewing.