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

Garen looked Jarvan IV up and down.

Ultimately, he determined that Jarvan IV was completely intact and had not lost any parts.

Aside from the external changes, Jarvan IV's mental state also seemed to be quite good, suggesting that he had not suffered any harsh torment.

After making eye contact, the two looked away.

"Thank you~."

Galen first thanked Feuergo, who was in the main seat, and then turned to Jarvan IV beside him.

"Let's go."

Garen spoke first, his voice a little hoarse.

Although the tone was still familiar, it was as warm as it had been before.

After all, the two of them have been through too much together.

Jarvan IV did not utter a word, but simply nodded slightly.

Afterwards, the soldiers removed the restraints from Jarvan IV's hands and feet and left.

However, in reality, the chains on Jarvan IV's hands and feet were just ordinary iron.

At best, it has only "symbolic significance".

With Fryego around, there's no need for those things.

Jarvan IV never had any intention of escaping, and the crushing defeat at Immortal Bastion made him give up the idea of ​​struggling.

Jarvan IV could break free at any time if he wanted to.

However, he did not do so. His time as a prisoner had matured the prince considerably.

Before leaving, Garvin IV turned back for one last look at Foljego.

There was not a trace of anger or resentment on the other person's face, as if he had not felt the slightest emotion about Jarvan IV's release.

A complex emotion flashed in Jarvan IV's eyes.

What kind of man is he?

Is this indifference to everything, or absolute confidence in one's own power?

After all, Jarvan IV's release was, in essence, a betrayal of this man by the imperial high command.

Ironically, he now needs to release himself.

Does he really have absolutely no reaction?

Garvin IV continued to try to find a flaw in Feuergo’s face, but to no avail.

Finally, Jarvan IV stopped wasting his energy and slowly left the Noxian military camp with Garen.

........

Folgo did not say much about the departure of Jarvan IV and Galen.

He simply watched the two leave indifferently.

After the two left, Katarina, who was in his arms, was the first to break down.

"You scoundrel...you bad guy! You're so annoying!!"

Katarina's coquettishness caught Foygo's attention. He looked down and saw only the girl's rosy cheeks, as delicious as apples, which looked extremely cute.

He had already completely captured the girl's heart, and even the somewhat fiery Katarina couldn't bear to scold him too harshly now.

After all, the girl's delicate body was still in his arms, and how could Katarina not feel shy under the "eyes of everyone" just now?

"Haha, good boy..."

Foygo raised his hand and gently stroked the girl's cheek, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

After all, the "Gai Ka" pairing had always been a rumor in his previous life, and Garen's visit was what suddenly sparked Fryego's wicked sense of humor.

That's how the scene described earlier came about.

Seeing that Garen had no reaction, Foljego also felt rather bored.

The anticipated scene of "Your goddess has now become my wings," followed by the loser boy shouting "Don't underestimate a poor young man, fortunes change every thirty years," did not materialize.

It makes sense. How could there be any possibility of love developing between two people with completely opposite stances, identities, and environments, and who also have a blood feud?

Garen, of course, couldn't possibly develop any inexplicable fondness for a woman from an empire.

It's all just a forced adaptation by some unscrupulous anime.

Seeing that he had already angered the woman in his arms, Foygo naturally stopped this pointless act.

Instead, he responded with a passionate kiss, silencing all her dissatisfaction.

.........

Since that day, the Empire's plan to march on Ionia has been fully implemented.

General Foygo, who was in charge of the Eastern Front, was also ordered by Darkwell to return to the Eastern Front to defend it.

This prevented Feuergo from staying openly in the Immortal Fortress.

However, the central stage was no longer the immortal fortress, but a strange continent.

How could this stage be complete without Fryego?

But before that, Fóyego still needs to arrange everything that happened before.

The peace that Darkwell gained in exchange for returning Garvin IV was merely a fragile promise built on a superficial foundation.

Demacia will certainly not stand idly by if there is a real opportunity to take advantage of the situation.

Therefore, Fryego also needs to ensure the safety of the eastern front.

His behavior just now seemed to be merely an expression of his perverse pleasure.

But that's not actually the case.

After their previous encounters, Garen and Jarvan IV must have fully grasped his power.

As long as he remains on the Eastern Front, there is no guarantee that we can deal with him.

Demacia will never send troops to invade again.

Just now, Fouguez was merely putting on a show.

"I'm right here, so behave yourselves" is just a superficial pretense.

After tonight, all matters, large and small, on the Eastern Front will be temporarily handled by Katarina.

He also needed to go to the center of the battlefield to make arrangements.

As for Demacia's game, there will be plenty of time to continue it later.

Before leaving, the last thing Foygo did was to spend some quality time with the beauty.

Then, a deep glint flashed in Foygo's eyes, and he disappeared into the military tent, carrying Katarina...

..........

Oh no, absolutely awful!

Swain didn't know how to describe the current situation, even though he had prepared himself for any adverse outcome.

However, the current situation still made him look somewhat ashen.

For this expedition, the empire mobilized a total of 50,000 troops, including two cabinet mage legions, with approximately 200 mages specializing in war.

Forty thousand soldiers, ten thousand naval personnel, and two magic corps.

(Ma de) probably refers to the entire main force of this expedition.

Swain anticipated that the support the Empire could provide in the future would be limited to conquering some outlying bandit forces in Shurima who had submitted to Noxus.

However, this kind of targeted force is definitely unreliable.

At first glance, things seem alright.

But in reality, it was absolutely terrible.

In name, Swain is the commander-in-chief of the entire army this time.

In reality, the empire also appointed General Dukur, who was in charge of the navy, as his deputy to "assist" Swain.

It is called "assistance," but in reality it is a hindrance.

The navy was originally Dukur's direct subordinate, and now that Dukur is in the army, Swain can hardly command the navy anymore.

The Imperial Cabinet magicians, on the other hand, formed their own faction.

Whether these monks can be commanded or not depends entirely on their mood and words.

Fortunately, thanks to Swain's considerable prestige, the vast majority of the army's forces remained under his control.

Otherwise, there's no need to play anymore, just click it directly.

At the bow of the warship, Swain gazed at the boundless sea before him, letting the sea breeze caress his face.

Even this seasoned and resourceful general was now bewildered.