Having seen off Vi and Caitlyn, and dealt with Jinx's affairs, evening approached. Faen then received Ambessa and Riven of the Noxian Rune Blade Legion, who had been waiting for quite some time.
Walking in from the outside, their appearance was starkly different from their state at the Blue Harbor Estate last night. Both Ambessa and Riven had shed those ill-fitting outfits, changing back into the standard armaments of the Noxian military.
The attire of Noxian warriors was mostly a color scheme of black and red, where the black portion primarily consisted of Noxus's specialty: Black Steel. As a unique alloy steel, its performance was exceptional, making it suitable for extreme environments like rainforests and deserts. In the trade markets of Runeterra, its demand was second only to Demacian Silver Steel and Runic Steel.
Upon seeing Faen—even though he had ruined all her plans just yesterday, as well as the mission bestowed upon her by that woman to come to the Twin Cities—Ambessa did not show the slightest hint of dissatisfaction. Instead, she offered an aristocratic smile.
Hailing from a prestigious Noxian family, Ambessa's smile was no empty facade. On the contrary, in Noxus, even nobles needed capability to be valued. Otherwise, let alone securing your position, once other nobles realized you were a useless fool, they would quickly discard you. The law of the jungle was branded into the very DNA of this city-state since its founding.
And Ambessa possessed profound expertise in alchemy and Runeterran chemistry.
This was evident from her attire as well. Her slightly seductive figure was not burdened by massive pieces of armor. The pitch-black iron plating on her was so thin it could barely be called plating. It wasn't that it provided zero defense, but it absolutely couldn't hold up in a place like Runeterra, where regional powerhouses on the level of Captain America popped up at the drop of a hat.
Instead, she carried various bottles and jars harnessed to her back. Colorful and vibrant, they looked like the bewitching, venomous insects found in nature, giving off a feeling that one shouldn't even touch them.
In contrast, Riven, following behind Ambessa, fit the common perception of a Noxian much better.
Her not-overly-muscular frame was clad in solid armor. However, for the sake of flexibility, aside from her torso, her arms and legs only wore simple protective gear, rather than the heavy, iron-canister look people usually imagined. On Riven's back, she carried a runic greatsword of astonishing size; held vertically in front of her, it could even be used as a tower shield.
Having not yet experienced the Ionian war, the greatsword was still whole and unbroken. Even without it being actively activated, Faen could clearly sense the special enchantments swirling around it. These enhancement enchantments made the greatsword sturdier, heavier, and sharper, while also granting it some rather unique abilities...
"Eyes," LeBlanc appeared by Faen's side. However, under the effect of her illusion magic, no one present—except Faen—could see or hear her.
Looking at the two women approaching, LeBlanc said, "My original body placed two 'eyes' on them. For Ambessa, it's the rose sigil on her right hand. And for that little one called Riven, it should be that runic greatsword."
Hearing this, Faen nodded thoughtfully, then asked in the spirit realm, "With you communicating with me like this, won't your original body see through the illusion cloak you've cast?"
At Faen's question, LeBlanc chuckled softly, then replied, "No, Master. Although I look the same as before, the essence of my spirit realm and the body of my material realm have already taken on your shape. The magic constructing this illusion is no longer pure phantom magic, but magic originating from your Domain of Pleasure. It's like the difference between Shimmer technology and Hextech—both are forms of magic, but they are entirely different."
The spirit realm has endless marvelous uses, and extracting power from it is a mandatory course for every Ionian powerhouse. Based on this, someone like Faen—who used his own spirit realm as a magical relay station, imbuing magic with different properties to increase its destructive power and special functions—was only performing standard operations for a spirit realm lifeform. However, for the material realm, this subtle change was enough to make the same magic display vastly different destructive power and influence.
It was like gaming controllers. Why do Sony, Microsoft, and Nintendo controllers, despite having poorer specs, remain the top choice for many gamers? Because they have exclusive protocols on their respective platforms. Without dedicated authorization, no matter how much a third-party controller stacks materials or boosts performance, it can never replicate the complete tactile experience of the "Big Three." As the saying goes: third-rate companies make products, second-rate companies make brands, and first-rate companies set standards. This was exactly what it meant.
And now, LeBlanc's magic had received magical authorization through the Domain of Pleasure established by Faen, allowing her to seamlessly switch to the Magic of Pleasure. LeBlanc's original magic might have been greater in quantity, but in quality, there was no longer any comparison—because they were no longer on the same track.
Within the imperceptible invisibility barrier, LeBlanc had long since shed her cumbersome robes, pressing her naked, bewitching body tightly against Faen's flank. Her plump breasts, which had been repeatedly ravaged by Faen to the point of being red and swollen, rubbed greedily against Faen's arm through his clothes, her nutmeg-hard nipples even secreting a few drops of transparent, crystal-clear fluid.
"Every inch of my skin, every sliver of my magic, has been thoroughly marinated by Master's scalding essence..."
LeBlanc let out a sweet, stringy moan within the spirit realm. At the same time, her slender, jade-like hands skillfully undid Faen's trousers. The moment that purplish-red meat stick—still maintaining its terrifying size and heat from continuous, fierce battles—sprang free, LeBlanc impatiently stuck out her plump, snowy buttocks and straddled Faen's lap.
"Ngh... squelch... so hot..."
Accompanied by blush-inducing, wet, slippery sounds, LeBlanc didn't need any foreplay. Her secret flower house, already a muddy mess and continuously writhing and turning outward due to extreme craving, swallowed the thick, massive object in one gulp. Right under the noses of Noxian Commander Ambessa and Riven, the illusionist witch endured the aching fullness in her womb, lowered her body, and relied solely on her core strength to perform rapid, shallow grinds and dips on Faen's stiff meat pillar.
Massive amounts of slutty juices, mixed with the white turbidity she hadn't yet purged, made "squelch-squelch" sounds along the root of their tight union. LeBlanc's dark golden eyes were filled with the daze and fanaticism of someone utterly broken. While she bit her lower lip to prevent herself from moaning in public, she simultaneously transmitted the ultimate thrill of being thoroughly impaled to Faen through their mental link. Using this most degrading, most immoral method, she offered the loyalty of the "Pale Woman" to her Master.
As she spoke, LeBlanc paused. Finally, a smile appeared on her lips, and she gradually reached her hand toward Faen's lower half, saying, "So... if Master has any needs right now..."
"Sigh." Hearing this, Faen shook his head somewhat helplessly and said, "I find that you, little LeBlanc, are always thinking about these things. You should take time to improve yourself, not just think about pounding away and getting filled like a cream puff every day. Am I really that kind of lustful person?"
At this, even LeBlanc couldn't help but purse her lips. Then, she gave a slight smile and said, "Then... Zeri should be almost done with her business soon. And she still doesn't know about the relationship between Seraphine and Master. How about I try to play matchmaker?"
Because shyness and the fear of making Zeri hate her had prevented Seraphine from going public about her relationship with Faen, even Caitlyn and Jinx had noticed Seraphine's odd behavior—let alone LeBlanc.
Now, hearing LeBlanc's suggestion, Faen nodded and said, "Hmm... my experience is secondary... it's mainly for family harmony."
"Right, right, right, you are absolutely correct."
Seeing Faen's expression, LeBlanc shrugged, then twisted her buttocks and turned to leave. At this moment, looking at the continually silent Faen, Ambessa finally voiced her question.
"Your Excellency, do you intend to make an enemy of Noxus?"
