Ornn, the Chosen One, a treasure from ancient times!

Chapter 92 The Brainless and the Unhappy

The following afternoon, Zhao Xin informed Helen that he was to depart.

It was faster than expected, and Jarvan came to see them off in person. He was so envious of Garen following in the group that he wanted to die.

In contrast, Garen was not in such a good mood. He was following a special, exquisitely decorated, and luxurious carriage covered in heavy leather.

Inside was, of course, his beloved younger sister. He felt somewhat embarrassed, since he was on a mission but had to bring his own relative along, which made him feel ashamed in front of his colleagues.

Fortunately, Garen is well-liked, and no one really cares about this.

Heron rode his own Juvask, which Demacia had raised very well, even fattening him up considerably, though he looked rather listless; the Demacian climate was still too hot for such a creature.

Because King Jarvan III had specifically instructed that no one should make a fuss about it, not many people came to see them off. The group left the city hastily, as if it were a routine outing.

Passing through the city gates of Xiongdu once again, this time, Helen was no longer sitting in a prison cart with a narrow view, and could finally see the towering "colossus of justice" on the city gate.

The colossus stood for hundreds of years, so long that people almost forgot it was alive, and forgot its name—Galio.

Herren sensed it, and even though Ornn's divine power was sensitive to magic, he couldn't detect any special aura from the huge statue; it was as if it were an inanimate object.

Herren couldn't help but glance at it a few more times, and only after leaving the city and the procession had gone further and further away did he gradually withdraw his gaze.

Then, he quietly approached Garen, who was at the back of the group. He wanted to look after his sister in the carriage and keep an eye on Fuzhong as well.

When Garen saw Heron approaching, he knocked on the carriage, and Lux ​​poked her head out of the window, sticking out her tongue miserably.

"Brother, I'm so hot—"

This carriage was specially modified to take into account the harsh cold of Freljord, but it forgot that the journey to Demacia was still a while before reaching Freljord.

This was tough on Lux; she felt uncomfortable and stifled inside the car.

"Hold on, Lux, we're almost at Freljord."

"You're kidding! I can still see the Colossus of Justice!"

Herren walked over with a smile.

"What, is the young lady going to experience life in our village?"

"Ugh————"

Lux's furrowed brows broke into a smile, clearly showing some longing, but Garen, the eldest brother who bore all the pressure, couldn't smile. Seeing this, he pinched Lux's cheek hard.

After the incident at the palace, the siblings finally opened up to each other, and the seemingly insignificant barrier disappeared instantly. They became siblings again, bound by blood.

"It's too dangerous for Lux to stay in Xiongdu. There are nobles and magic hunters everywhere. Who knows when she might slip up? But she has to stay in Xiongdu, so let her master the ability to suppress magic before things get out of control. Sorry for the trouble."

"No trouble at all. There are plenty of people in Freljord who know magic, including in our tribe. They'd be happy to teach Miss Lux—hey! A cute big sister with fluffy bunny ears! Lux!"

The more Herren talked, the more excited Lux ​​became.

Heron wasn't worried about Lux at all; learning to control magic was just a matter of course, and with Lux's talent, it wasn't a difficult task.

In the original timeline, Lux learned on her own, and with Sylas's guidance, things were basically already ———

Wait a minute—Silas?

"Wait, Garen, is there anyone named Sylas in the mage prison?"

"Silas? Never heard of that name. My aunt is in charge of the Witchers, how would I know?"

"Good heavens—"

After going through all this, will Lux still be able to meet Sylas?

Thinking about it carefully, it's hard to say whether it's good or bad.

Lux was already gesturing to the vast world beyond Freljord, while Garen remained frowning.

He tried his best to persuade his aunt, but his aunt was not someone to be trifled with.

Ultimately, Tiana didn't trust Freljord or the Winter's Claw. She not only felt that Freljord was harsh and cold, but also that these barbarians were dangerous.

Garen patted his chest and promised to protect Lux and find a way to stop her magic from going out of control.

But when the time came, he was at a loss. After all, he was just a warrior known for his dedication to duty and his taciturn nature, and could only place his hopes on Herren.

With him, Zhao Xin, and the Fearless Vanguard around, safety is definitely not a problem.

At this moment, Garen unconsciously tilted his head, and his expression changed.

Surprisingly, he wasn't at the very end of the group; there was another person—Fiona—next to the baggage train.

Most of the elite members of the Fearless Vanguard were from noble families; at least the nine people accompanying them were.

Given Fiona's reputation, naturally no one wants to get close to her; it's already quite good if they don't speak ill of her.

Fiora deliberately walked at the back of the group to avoid contact with anyone, but at that distance, Garen strongly suspected she hadn't overheard anything about Lux.

At least Fiona appeared outwardly normal, as if she hadn't heard anything.

Herren naturally noticed Fiona trailing at the back of the group and involuntarily raised an eyebrow.

For no other reason than Fiona's attire. Compared to the other members of the Fearless Vanguard, Fiona's attire was very dignified. She wore a tight-fitting training suit underneath a white robe with gold trim on top.

It looks incredibly glamorous, but—

"Fiona, don't tell me you've brought all these kinds of clothes—aren't you cold?"

The vanguard's armor was provided by Zhao Xin, and with his experience, he naturally equipped everyone with cotton-padded clothing as a lining under their armor.

But Fiona had prepared her own luggage, and Herren doubted whether she was fully prepared.

"cold?"

Upon hearing this, Fiona frowned and said nonchalantly.

"How cold can it be? I'm not so cold that I can't even stand a little bit of low temperature."

"----Ha ha."

Herren chuckled softly. Who knows? Maybe the Demacians really are resistant to low temperatures.

"Hey, aren't you lonely all alone in the back? Why don't you come over and chat?"

Fiona glanced at Garen, then turned her head away indifferently.

"unnecessary."

Seeing Fiona's strong reaction, Herren suddenly remembered.

Fiona's fiancé was Garen's distant cousin—and it was Garen's aunt, Tiana, who captured Fiona's father, Sebastian, leading to his eventual death sentence.

It turns out these two are actually sworn enemies.

Harren had no interest in dealing with these complicated matters. Following the path they had come from, the group proceeded methodically toward Freljord.

The Fearless Vanguard were well-trained and marched swiftly. Even with their heavy loads, they moved much faster than Heron had when he had to ask for directions.

In just two days, the group reached the border between Demacia and Freljord—separated only by a mountain pass, but once they crossed the pass, the environment was completely different.

The sweltering summer in Demacia seamlessly transitioned into a blanket of snow, as if a completely different world had appeared in an instant.