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Raviel leaned closer and whispered softly, "How about we talk using your real body instead?"
In the next instant, everyone present was teleported directly into their mansion.
Jill blinked in surprise. Suddenly, she was standing inside the living room, the familiar atmosphere wrapping around her.
Ahri appeared nearby as well—but the most shocked of all was LeBlanc.
Just moments ago, she had been calmly sipping tea, observing events through one of her clones. Now, without warning, she had been dragged here in her true body.
Worse still—she couldn't resist at all.
No counterspell. No escape.
For the first time in her life, LeBlanc felt utterly powerless.
And yet... she remained composed. Calm. Unshaken.
"Oh, you're back already," Excella said warmly. "Come on, Jill, Raviel—let's eat first."
Then her gaze shifted to the two unfamiliar women.
"Hmm? Who are they?... Guests?"
"Yep, they're our guests," Raviel said.
She then casually introduced the two newcomers.
"Okay, let me introduce them to you girls fist. This fox Vastaya her name is Ahri, and the other one is a mage from Noxus—her name is LeBlanc."
Excella gave them a polite smile and a small nod.
"I'm Excella. Nice to meet you both."
Abigail and Sarah followed with their own introductions.
"Oh, hey. Nice to meet you too," Ahri replied with a bright smile.
She genuinely seemed pleased to meet new people. More importantly, now that she was no longer hungry, she could interact with others normally without accidentally draining their life force.
"A pleasure to meet you as well," LeBlanc said smoothly.
Unlike Ahri, however, her smile was carefully measured.
Of course, she already knew exactly who everyone in this room was. But she saw no reason to reveal that. Raviel certainly hadn't mentioned anything about the little stunt she had pulled earlier, and LeBlanc preferred to keep it that way.
"So, are they joining us for dinner?" Abigail asked, already thinking ahead about whether she needed to prepare more food.
Raviel shook her head.
"Ahri can't really eat normal food, and I've already taken care of that earlier. As for LeBlanc..." A playful smile appeared on her face. "She and I are going to have a private conversation. We'll eat upstairs."
"Oh. Got it," Abigail replied.
Raviel then headed upstairs, teleporting her meal ahead of her.
Left behind, Ahri remained standing in the dining room, looking completely unsure of what she was supposed to do now.
"Ahri?" Jill called out.
The Vastaya looked up immediately.
"Why don't you sit with us? We can talk instead of you just standing there looking lost."
"Hmm..." Ahri tilted her head thoughtfully before a small smile appeared on her face. "Okay."
There was a hint of excitement in her voice.
After all, this was the first time she had ever truly interacted with humans outside of hunting, feeding, or watching them from afar.
"Great. Come sit down," Jill said, patting the empty seat beside her.
Ahri walked over and sat carefully in the chair. Her golden eyes immediately began wandering around the room, taking in every little detail with obvious curiosity.
It didn't take long for Excella to notice.
"You're looking around like you've never seen a dining room before."
Ahri blinked.
"That's because I haven't."
The entire table went silent for a moment.
"You... haven't?" Exella asked.
Ahri just shook her head,...
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Meanwhile, upstairs, Raviel was enjoying her dinner with calm elegance, seated across from LeBlanc, who was also savoring the meal.
As LeBlanc carefully cut her steak with a knife, she glanced at Raviel and spoke, her voice smooth yet probing.
"So, sister… what is it that you truly want from me?"
She asked this because Raviel had already rejected her invitation to join the organization. Naturally, LeBlanc assumed that Raviel must be seeking something else from her.
Raviel finished her bite first, swallowing with composed grace before responding.
"Please don't call me sister," she said calmly. "You are not one of my husband's women."
Then Raviel lifted her gaze to meet LeBlanc's eyes.
"And yes, I do want something from you," she continued. "I find your talents quite appealing, which is why I want you to work for me instead."
A faint, confident smile appeared on her lips.
"And I hope you won't refuse."
Husband, huh? LeBlanc thought to herself, her curiosity about Raviel's husband quietly stirred.
"And will I be compensated if I choose to work for you?" LeBlanc asked, her gaze fixed on Raviel.
At that moment, Raviel was smiling softly—a smile that could easily make anyone believe she was innocent, fragile, and in need of protection.
But to LeBlanc, it felt like the opposite.
Right now, she was the one who needed protection. In this place, under Raviel's presence, she was little different from a princess trapped in a tower—a true damsel in distress.
"Of course," Raviel replied calmly. "I will compensate you for your services. Name your price—power, gold, immortality. Whatever you desire."
LeBlanc's interest was clearly piqued, one eyebrow arching slightly. Power and immortality, however, were things she no longer truly needed. She could already be considered immortal—able to abandon one body and move freely between the clones she had created. With thousands of those clones scattered across Runeterra, gathering information at her will, she was nearly omnipresent, bordering on omniscient. Coupled with her mastery of illusion magic, she could be anyone, anything, anywhere.
"I want only one thing as payment," LeBlanc finally said, her voice dripping with undisguised hatred.
"I want you to kill someone. Can you do that? That being is unbearably irritating—and nearly impossible to destroy. He is already dead, yet he still exists. I want his presence erased from this world entirely."
Raviel's gaze sharpened as she looked at LeBlanc, as though she were peering straight into her thoughts.
"Oh?" Raviel said softly.
"Could the one you're referring to be the Remnant… Shan Uzal?"
"Yes… can you do it?" LeBlanc said, her voice tinged with anticipation.
"Can you destroy that abomination?"
There was an unmistakable spark of excitement in her eyes—especially now that Raviel seemed to know exactly who Shan Uzal was, the harbinger of catastrophe for mankind.
Raviel gave a small, composed nod.
"Of course. I could kill him whenever I wish," she said calmly.
"But are you certain that is what you truly want?"
Her gaze sharpened, ancient and knowing.
"That man is… useful to this world. Like it or not, his existence serves a purpose. He is a necessary piece in the balance—one required for this world to survive what is yet to come. For there is a far greater calamity looming on the horizon, one that even this world will struggle to endure."
Raviel spoke with such conviction because she understood the delicate balance of the world all too well.
If she were to destroy Mordekaiser now, it would only make things easier for The Ruined King, Viego, allowing the Black Mist to spread unchecked across Runeterra.
At the same time, The Void—ever lurking beyond reality—would find it far easier to corrupt the Spirit Realm, turning it into yet another gateway through which it could open portals into the material world.
Of course, Raviel could erase every calamity plaguing this world with little effort.
But she simply didn't feel like doing so.
Why should she take on the role of the main character here?
After all, she already had a husband who was more than capable of handling such matters.
Yeah, for Raviel, nothing compared to embracing her role as a devoted housewife, always ready and eager to serve Allen in their bed every single night.
It was in those intimate moments that she found her true fulfillment, shedding the weight of worldly threats to lose herself in the passion they shared.
The warmth of his touch, the rhythm of their bodies entwining under the soft glow of moonlight filtering through their chamber windows—it was a sanctuary far removed from the battles raging beyond their home. She reveled in preparing their evenings with care, her anticipation building as she imagined his return, weary from his heroic deeds, only to find solace in her arms. Pleasing him, surrendering to his desires without restraint, that was her chosen path, a life of sensual devotion that made every other burden fade into insignificance.
"What do you mean that man is necessary for this world?!" LeBlanc snapped, her composure finally cracking.
Her patience had worn thin—especially since Raviel still hadn't given her a clear answer on whether she would accept the offer to destroy the walking calamity that had haunted her for over a thousand years.
Raviel calmly met LeBlanc's gaze.
"That's because there will always be someone who takes his place if I erase him now," she said evenly.
"You of all people should understand that. You've lived long enough to watch eras rise and fall, to witness one catastrophe after another emerge with every turning of the age."
Her voice remained gentle, almost casual—but the weight behind her words carried the truth of countless cycles, endlessly repeating.
"Besides, Deceiver," Raviel said calmly, her gaze piercing as she tested LeBlanc's resolve,
"are you truly certain you can keep playing your role—standing against every catastrophe that may one day descend upon this world?"
LeBlanc raised a single eyebrow. "Are you testing me now?" she replied coolly.
She knew better than most—of the disasters lurking in the shadows, waiting patiently for the right moment to emerge.
"If another calamity rises," she continued, "then I will deal with it—in my own way."
Raviel did not look convinced.
"You may say that, but there's no guarantee the people will ever appreciate you," she said softly.
"They may never call you a hero. Because of your actions—your attempts to control and manipulate others through whispered schemes and destruction, all carried out through your countless clones—most of the world will see you not as a savior…"
She paused, letting the words sink in.
"But as a villain. An enemy to the world itself."
"As long as this world survives, I will do it," she said, her voice firm and unwavering.
"Even if I must become the villain of the entire world—then so be it."
There was no hesitation in her words, no trace of doubt.
Whatever role she had to play, whatever name history would carve into stone, meant nothing to her.
If becoming a monster was the price for the world's continued existence,
then she would wear that title without regret.
"For someone who has truly lost everything they ever cared about in this world… that's rather strange," Raviel said lightly, her tone teasing.
"Or is it because of a promise you once made to someone dear to you? What was their name again, hmm~?"
"Don't say that name," LeBlanc snapped, her composure cracking for the briefest moment.
"And don't bring this up again."
Her golden eyes locked onto Raviel's.
"What matters now is this: will you accept my terms if I agree to work for you?"
"Hmmm… fine," Raviel said at last, her voice light but deliberate.
"But I won't kill that man directly. I want my husband to deal with the Remnant himself—when he finally steps out of the realm of the dead. So tell me… can you accept that?"
She smiled faintly.
"In exchange, I'll offer you a contract. One I think you'll find… tempting."
With a casual flick of her fingers, a glowing arcane contract formed in the air, sigils and runes weaving themselves into existence before drifting toward LeBlanc.
It was, undeniably, generous.
First:Potion of Soul Immortality.
A rare elixir meant to preserve the soul itself—protecting it from erosion by time.
Even with her ability to jump between bodies, LeBlanc knew this weakness well. Souls were not endless. Memories faded. Corruption crept in. This potion would halt that decay entirely.
Second:The Rune of Gathering Storm.
A magic rune that would increase her mana reserves and raw power with every passing year.
Slow, patient growth—but limitless. Given enough time, it would allow her to stand on equal footing with Mordekaiser… or even the Aspects themselves.
A contingency plan, Raviel's insurance—should she ever decide not to fulfill her end of the bargain.
But then LeBlanc's eyes narrowed.
The third condition.
Her brow twitched.
It stated that if she were to marry Raviel's husband—and willingly offer her body and soul to a man named Allen—she would be granted something she had never possessed in all her centuries of schemes and shadows:
Happiness. True, unbroken happiness.
LeBlanc stared at the contract in silence.
Is she insane? she thought flatly.
Or is her mind simply… broken beyond repair?
LeBlanc didn't protest the final condition.
After all, it was merely an optional clause.
She could always investigate later—why a being as powerful as Raviel could be so utterly devoted to a man named Allen. That curiosity lingered faintly in her mind, but what truly drew her attention were the first and second rewards. Those alone were enough to resolve the burden that had haunted her for centuries.
"I accept your offer," LeBlanc said calmly.
"So all that remains… is signing this contract?"
"Yep," Raviel replied with an easy smile.
"You just need to sign it—or drip a bit of your blood onto it."
Without hesitation, LeBlanc pierced her fingertip with her sharp nail and let a single drop of blood fall onto the arcane parchment.
If selling her soul were the price, so be it.
If it meant erasing Mordekaiser from existence—she would pay anything.
The contract ignited briefly, sigils burning before fading away.
Moments later, two objects materialized before her.
The first was a rune stone, etched with ancient symbols.
The second—a golden potion, glowing softly with divine radiance.
LeBlanc wasted no time. She lifted the potion and drank it in one motion.
The moment the Potion of Soul Immortality flowed through her, she felt it.
Her soul—worn thin by centuries—began to mend.
The corruption left behind by shadow magic slowly receded, replaced by warmth and clarity. The weight of time loosened its grip. Even if her body were destroyed, true death would no longer claim her.
A cruelly unfair potion.
More than that—her mind sharpened.
Information from her countless clones across Runeterra flowed to her faster, cleaner, as if her thoughts themselves had been accelerated.
Then she reached for the rune stone.
The moment her fingers touched it, the rune dissolved into light and vanished—sinking directly into her body.
LeBlanc stiffened slightly.
Something had changed.
A new source of magic now pulsed within her, steady and growing. She could feel it clearly—her mana was no longer static. It was increasing, slowly but endlessly, like a storm gathering on the horizon.
And for the first time in a very long while…
LeBlanc smiled.