"Let's hear it." Faen didn't feel any surprise at LeBlanc's fawning behind him.
If it were the main body of LeBlanc, whether she would choose to fight Faen to the last moment or choose to use any means to survive like now was unknown. But for the current LeBlanc, everything about herself was just a part designed by the main body. All memories, whether deeply ashamed of or proud of, were just a piece of information casually stuffed into her mind by someone else—she didn't even have a way to know whether it was true or false.
Then what choice this clone of LeBlanc would make wouldn't be surprising.
Generally speaking, this situation wouldn't appear. Because under the design of LeBlanc's main body, whether informed by others or realized by the clone itself through wisdom, the safety device designed in the trigger would be activated in the next moment, turning into free magic and dirty blood. Unfortunately, for spirit realm lives, cracking similar spells wasn't difficult, especially when the clone itself was also willing to cooperate.
Here, to ensure the clone could exert enough subjective initiative and truly regard herself as the main body, LeBlanc still instilled many real memories into the clone. The purpose was nothing else, just so the clone could possess a complete set of logic to logically act according to the main body's plan.
And Faen's LeBlanc, as the pawn planted in the Twin Cities by LeBlanc's main body, equally knew LeBlanc main body's plan arrangement regarding the Twin Cities.
"For that woman, Piltover is tasteless to eat but a pity to discard. The only function is just to mobilize more resources to transport to all parts of the Noxian Empire at a faster speed, accelerating the understanding of other secret regions of Runeterra."
Hearing Faen's words, LeBlanc didn't have the slightest thought of hiding or holding out for a better price. Because she knew very well that as a clone illusion, she should have dissipated like bubbles accompanied by full hatred after knowing everything. Instead of like now, still able to maintain a relatively stable material realm body to continue to exist.
And the source of all this... feeling the Joy Mark on her abdomen printed on the body surface but actually going deep into various organs of her body, forcibly maintaining her human form, LeBlanc knew Faen only needed a thought to unbind the mark, and then she would be eliminated by the insurance left by the main body. Similarly, LeBlanc could also feel that while the mark maintained her existence, it was also subtly changing her cognition, making her actively fawn, please, and submit in front of this man before her.
But so what? Compared to all life and pride being a fake shaped by others' hands, if simple fawning and serving could usher in the opportunity for revenge, LeBlanc was very willing to try becoming a personal plaything.
Thinking this, LeBlanc also felt Faen perceived her thoughts—the class concept in the spirit realm was clearer than in the material realm. Not only LeBlanc, including Zeri, Seraphine, Janna. As lower subordinates on the path of joy, as long as Faen wished, their thinking and thoughts couldn't be hidden in any way.
Originally, the relationship between Faen and Ashlesh was just like this—Ashlesh above, Faen below. Unfortunately, the newly freed Ashlesh was originally weak, plus the contract restrictions with Nilah. Later he was set up by Faen who discovered Ashlesh's trap, directly splitting his essence, resulting in Ashlesh only being able to rage incompetently in Nilah's spirit.
Precisely because of this, Faen could very casually throw all unclean spiritual energy directly to Ashlesh.
And now, realizing Faen perceived her thoughts, LeBlanc didn't show any shyness or shame. Instead, she cast an even more ambiguous look at Faen. Then, under Zeri's disgusted gaze on the side, the two masses of softness on her chest pressed closely and slid past Faen's sturdy arm all the way down. Kneeling on one knee beside Faen, she said meekly like a servant:
"The purpose of the Black Rose is not Piltover and Zaun, but the Shuriman continent across the sea from the Valoran continent."
Hearing this, Faen rubbed his chin thoughtfully, then also said: "In other words... the ancient Shuriman Empire? No, perhaps also Ixaocan?"
"Yes, Your Lordship." When hearing the ancient Shuriman Empire, LeBlanc's eyes didn't have much fluctuation. But when hearing the latter phrase Ixaocan, even LeBlanc couldn't help revealing slight astonishment in her eyes, then saying with an adoring tone: "You indeed know her purpose... Yes, the true target of my vicious main body is precisely Ixaocan on the Shuriman continent, that ancient empire isolated from the world."
"...Ixaocan?"
Hearing this, Camille on the side also frowned somewhat hesitantly: "Isn't that just a legend? Does it really exist?"
As the surviving eldest daughter in the family, accompanied by the talent she showed, since childhood, the energy of the entire family was placed on her.
Receiving the most excellent education since childhood, she was instilled with noble behavior attitudes and a profound sense of responsibility at a very young age. Because Piltover attracted a large number of elite talents from all over Valoran, Camille never lacked teachers.
Precisely because of this, almost the first moment she came into contact with Faen, she determined Faen's origin—Camille herself could fluently speak the dialect of the Zhyun region in southern Ionia and the official language of Noxus.
And before House Ferros rose through Hextech Crystals, they were a famous archaeological family near and far—or rather a family of tomb raiders.
Under the influence of her elders, Camille had a strong interest in the history of all parts of Runeterra. Even the ancient Shuriman language that Shurimans themselves had forgotten much of, Camille also mastered fluently.
And in Camille's memory—Ixaocan, this was recorded in many ancient books of Shurima. It was said to be an ancient kingdom located in the primitive dense forests in the eastern part of the Shuriman continent. But in fact, even though the Explorers Guild had persevered in exploring for over sixty years, they still hadn't received any news related to it.
No matter how much manpower and material resources were invested, the final result was always nothing... Even saying not only Piltover, even the Noxus government also sent out many exploration fleets, but in the end, even survivors lucky enough to return were very few.
And looking at the meaning of Faen and others now... Ixaocan really exists?