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

It really is Garen...

Herren greeted him with a smile. Heren had already guessed that Jarvan was coming.

Who else could be such a close friend of Jarvan now?

"Why did it take you so long? I've been waiting for you for ages!"

"Ugh... I can't help it, my little sister is so clingy, she insists on coming out with me, it's driving me crazy."

Although Garen said he hated it, he had a smile on his face, which made Jarvan, an only child, very envious.

He also wants a younger brother or sister or something...

"But I remember you used to dote on your sister the most, right? Why haven't we seen you two together lately?"

Garen paused for a moment, then casually brushed it off.

"I'm an adult, after all, and I'm always taking care of a little kid..."

"Hahaha... What about Lux?"

"You don't mind her going out, do you?"

"Why would I mind? She can come whenever she wants. I haven't seen her in ages... She was so cheerful when she was little, why doesn't she want to go out now that she's older?"

Jarvan casually expressed his doubts, but Garen clearly didn't want to talk about it and quickly sat down.

"Alright, she'll have a great time on her own, and she won't bother us men at our drinking party... Won't you tell me more about this friend?"

The conversation eventually turned to Herren, and Jarvan gave him a detailed introduction, showering him with compliments, which made Herren a little embarrassed.

There's clearly a reason why Garen and Jarvan can get along so well.

After hearing the reason for Herren's arrival, Garen also seemed eager to try.

"Can I wear Freljord clothes to fight Noxians?"

"Haha, you can have whatever you want, but I'd much rather that kind of thing not happen..."

Herren said with a laugh that after interacting with these "heroes" in person, he felt that stereotypes were unreliable.

In the game, the cruel and cold-blooded Sejuani is actually a soft-hearted crybaby, while the two brothers, Jarvan, is kind, warm-hearted and a bit naive, while the righteous Garen appears shy and reserved.

Garen barely got a word in edgewise; Jarvan did most of the talking, with Garen occasionally chiming in, and then they'd all raise their glasses together.

"You're a blacksmith?"

"Yes, what makes us stand out to the Noxians is the weapons I forge... Oh! I have finished products, but since they're weapons, I didn't bring them with me; they're still with Xinye."

"I'll have to take a good look when I get the chance... I've always wanted to forge a stylish halberd; I'm tired of the standard weapons in the army."

"That's easy. Just give me the materials, and I can make it for you as soon as I have the time."

"That's great! Don't be shy, I'll pay."

The three got along very well, especially after a few rounds of drinks when Jiawen started to get drunk.

Jiawen's alcohol tolerance was not as good as Garen's, and since Garen arrived a little later, he became the first one to get drunk. He was even a little unsteady on his feet while sitting in the chair.

"Let me tell you... hiccup~ I never dare to go to Garen's house... for fear of running into his fierce aunt..."

"I still remember her chasing after you and beating you up..."

"Haha... Don't even mention it. Luckily, I'm a prince. Even if I ran into the street, she wouldn't dare to beat me up in public... What was it about again?"

"You're going to use the LightShield family's equipment as weapons to 'kill the enemy,' and you're even killing the statues of our ancestors..."

"Hahaha... Ugh..."

Jiawen suddenly covered his mouth, his face turning deathly pale.

Herren was startled, but Garen was already experienced.

"Jiawen drank too much and can't hold it in his stomach... I'll help him throw up, just wait a moment."

"profound……"

Jarvan was indeed "about to burst out," and before he could even say a word, he waved his hand sheepishly and staggered out the door with Garen's help.

Seeing this, Herren was somewhat envious.

He hadn't felt drunk in a long time... He could tell that Garen was already quite drunk, while Herren was still slightly tipsy.

Both of them became more and more relaxed, but Herren was unable to blend into the increasingly enthusiastic atmosphere.

"Why……"

The hall was empty. Herren hastily ate a few bites of steak and then decided to go for a walk.

Although Jarvan III had not yet given him an answer, he had already given up hope.

He lacked persuasive eloquence, his considerations were not comprehensive enough, and he overlooked the specific circumstances of Demacia...

Demacia was unwilling to get involved in anything. In the original timeline, when Ionia was invaded, Demacia also formulated a policy—to only offer verbal support and never send troops to participate in the war.

Moreover, the Winter's Claws' strength is indeed a bit small... A tribe facing a nation is inherently unequal.

So... is there any way to establish a country in a harsh and cold place like Freljord?

Feeling rather annoyed, Harren went outside the prince's manor for some fresh air. The rare floral scents of Freljord calmed him down a bit.

Then, he saw a golden "floral cluster" faintly visible among the flowers.

Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be someone's beautiful golden hair...

Herren blinked and unconsciously took a step closer. Upon closer inspection, he saw a little girl, about ten years old, squatting in front of a big tree, covering a small flower with her delicate white hand.

This flower is about to wither... It grew in the wrong place. The towering tree stole most of the sunlight, and the flower was blocked by the tree's shadow. Its leaves had turned yellow and its stamens drooped, and it was almost dead.

But the little girl had a way...

Her palm emitted a light that shone on the flower. The light was intense, but it was clear that a flower could not survive a short period of sunlight.

But the little girl was not discouraged. Even though her slender arms were sore and trembling from holding them up for so long, she did not put them down. Her big eyes were fixed on the flower stamen, hoping that the flower could "come back to life".

"What are you doing?"

However, the sudden sound startled her awake.

She felt as if something had hit her head hard, and she was completely stunned.

She belatedly realized how dangerous she had just been doing—she was using magic in the prince's manor!

They even... found out!

She no longer had the time to calmly consider the consequences and solutions; after all, she was just a naive young girl... Her mind was filled with only two words—"It's over."

The sudden emotional fluctuation affected the magical energy within her body, causing the light on her hands to burst forth countless times, instantly transforming from the warmth of sunlight into destructive energy.

boom!

A ball of light exploded in front of her, and the wilted flower vanished without a trace. Even the towering tree in front of her was blasted in half and fell down, swaying precariously.