People in the Alliance, Time Management Master

But now, she has no choice but to do it.

Because she discovered Swain's secrets through some cunning means—not just the demon, but also the secrets of Ionia.

The hateful girl who had been dormant for so long and had left no trace has finally appeared.

Her boundless magic is coveted.

Swain didn't know her, but the Pale Lady did.

If she can successfully seize Syndra's powerful magic, the Pale Lady will no longer fear Swain, and the Immortal Bastion will once again be hers.

Therefore, she was filled with enthusiasm for the first time in a long time.

"Hmm... a sweet magical scent, this must be it."

A grey-robed swordsman stopped in front of the tailor shop. Taking advantage of the fact that no one was around, he snapped his fingers lightly, and his body rapidly transformed, turning from a weathered old man into a glamorous young woman in just a few seconds.

Upon entering, the old woman was sitting in a chair resting, looking as if she had just finished working.

"Welcome... Oh? Another pretty little girl." The old woman smiled kindly as soon as she saw LeBlanc.

A girl?

Hearing this address, LeBlanc laughed. She never expected that after living for so long, she would be called a little girl by a child who was not even a hundred years old.

"Oh dear, you look even more beautiful when you smile." The old woman thought it was her compliment that made the other person happy. "That little girl was just as pretty as you, but she doesn't smile much, what a pity."

"Thank you for the compliment."

LeBlanc held her skirt and bowed slightly, her elegant and dignified manners impeccable.

"Who is the 'other girl' you just mentioned?"

"I don't know her name... but she's a very pretty child," the old woman said with a smile. "She's just as beautiful as I was when I was young, truly gorgeous."

"Is she silver-haired, as beautiful as snow?"

"Yes, yes, she has white hair, she's so pretty, and she's very well-behaved... Do you know her?"

“Yes, we’re good friends.” LeBlanc sat down next to her and picked up the spool of yarn that had rolled off the spool. “But I haven’t seen her in a long time… Will she come here again?”

"Oh dear, this involves privacy issues," the old woman smiled apologetically. "Even friends can't tell you."

"Yes, you're right."

LeBlanc smiled back, her deep amber eyes scanning the room.

This not-so-spacious tailor shop was filled with needles, thread, and clothes of all styles. Most of the materials were rather rough, with only a few slightly more exquisite garments made for women's weddings or banquets.

On the sewing machine sat a newly finished short skirt, deep black with openwork trim. Its style was unique, and few people could pull it off, but if it fit well, it would have a stunning effect.

It's obvious who this dress was made for.

"Oh, after all this talk, do you want to buy something or have clothes custom-made?" the old woman said. "Making clothes for pretty girls is the greatest pleasure for this old man."

"Clothes..." LeBlanc held her face in her hands, thinking for a long while, then, as if she had made a decision, she suddenly turned her head and stared into the old woman's eyes:

"Okay, I'll take all the clothes here."

"Huh?" The old woman blinked in confusion, but before she could ask a question, LeBlanc had already gently raised her staff.

Goodnight, little one.

A dazzling black rose suddenly appeared, then vanished just as quickly.

Then, only one person remained in the room.

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

Presidium, in a luxury room.

Mu Bai squatted on the ground, staring intently at an ant that was huddled in the corner of the wall and crawling around.

Hmm... what's so interesting about this thing?

Why can Syndra stare at something for so long? That's so strange...

Bang! The door suddenly opened, interrupting his tormenting gaze at the poor little ant.

“Mu Bai…” Syndra stood at the door, her voice soft and her posture awkward.

"Hmm? You're back?" Mu Bai turned around and looked the other person up and down. "How was it? Did you buy any new clothes you like?"

"Hmm... I got it..."

The girl took out two pairs of stockings from the bag, sat on the edge of the bed, and changed them openly in front of Mu Bai.

After removing her original footed socks, her long, full thighs were immediately exposed to the air, causing Mu Bai to unconsciously swallow.

These are probably the most beautiful legs in all of Runeterra.

“I bought two new pairs of socks, one black and one white. Which one do you think looks better…” Syndra held up a pair of stockings in one hand, her pretty face slightly flushed.

The black ones were much thinner than her previous footed socks, and would probably be semi-transparent when worn on her legs.

The white ones are a bit thicker, less sexy but more cute than the black ones, which is also quite nice.

"Anything you wear looks good on you." Mu Bai always prefers to answer difficult multiple-choice questions with ambiguity.

It seems like an answer, but it actually isn't.

But to the simple-minded Syndra, it was a perfect love confession.

Her face turned redder.

"Well, okay then... I'll take turns... I'll start with this white one..."

The girl, head down, fumbled around and quickly put on the white stockings that were a mix of sexiness and cuteness.

To be honest, given her cool and aloof mature woman aura, black stockings would actually suit her better, but occasionally switching to cute white stockings also gives her a unique charm.

Those jade-like feet, wrapped in white silk, were white with a hint of pink, and had an indescribable astringent feel.

"Is it... good-looking...?"

"Yes, it looks great." Mu Bai exclaimed sincerely, a word that seemed out of place suddenly popping into his mind—ice cream.

Upon hearing this, Syndra smiled shyly.

The tailor was right... so the next step is...

The girl gritted her teeth, suddenly leaned back and lay on the bed, then raised one leg high, put her finger to her lips, and spat out half a piece of powder.

Skill……!

"...What are you doing?" Mu Bai was dumbfounded. "Are you...having a cramp? Or are you imitating a salted fish flipping over?"

“…” Syndra’s face turned red to the roots of her ears.

Wait—why is this different from what we agreed on? Why isn't Mu Bai completely smitten with me?

What kind of "turning the tables" is this...?! I...

Seeing the girl's shy yet persistent expression, Mu Bai realized—was she posing?

Well... all I can say is that the posture is good, but the movements are too stiff...

"N-nothing...!" The girl buried her head in the pillow in embarrassment and put her legs down.

Before she could recover from her embarrassment, she suddenly felt something pressing down on her.

Immediately afterwards, she heard Mu Bai's rapid and heavy breathing—right next to her ear.

"Wait...where are you touching..."

"I told you that's not allowed there... it's not allowed...!"

"If you really can't hold it in... I can... use my legs to help you release the pressure..."

"Huh? Up there too... okay..."

"You cunning pervert, humph..."

That day, Syndra learned that using the charm skill came at a price.

However... this price is not unacceptable.

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Pale Lady and the Apocalypse

LeBlanc, disguised as an old woman, leaned back in a recliner, holding a cheap palm-leaf fan in her hand.

She was relaxed, showing no signs of the tension one would expect from an undercover agent. This was partly due to her confidence and experience, and partly because the only person in Navoli Province who could see through her illusions was no longer there.

Darha Karma, the first and possibly the last Karma in history to be willing to get involved in worldly affairs.

This is both her strength and her weakness.

If it were any other Kalmar in history, she or he would never have left Navoli province to go to the eastern strait to support the rebels.

Without Kalmar, the province of Navoli was like the Pale Lady's own backyard; she could come and go as she pleased, and no one could see through her disguise.

"Hmm... I should go and scout out the route intelligence for the army..."

LeBlanc slowly stood up, mimicking the old man's frail and infirm demeanor perfectly.

After closing the door and hanging up the sign, she strolled leisurely through the streets of Presidium, leaning on a cane, memorizing the directions of every road and its twists and turns.

Darkwell's suicide squad is about to set foot on this land.

His defeat a few years ago fueled his rage and resentment, driving him to slaughter all life in Presidium at any cost.

The wrath of a tyrant is the most terrifying thing... LeBlanc thought as she walked, but coincidentally, that fool's plan is exactly the same as mine.

No... I should say, little Syndra walked right into the trap, haha...

"What a beautiful city..."

LeBlanc sat by the fountain, squinting as she observed the passersby.

To outsiders, she was just an old woman who had gotten tired from walking. Her gray curly hair and well-worn cane served as a facade, conveying her kindness and approachability.

No one would have guessed that beneath her emaciated figure lay the fearsome pale woman.

Her benevolent gaze was peering into the deepest secrets of Presidium, and her cheap cane was brewing evil magic from the immortal fortress...

Her arrival symbolizes calamity and destruction; she will bring death and poison gas to this land...