Chapter 246 Teacher, You Taught Me so Well

Night, Dawn Castle.

After sending away the two uninvited guests, Laxana asked Silas to leave, and sat alone on the throne, lost in thought.

"Teacher, do you think we need to pay attention to what Lucian said?"

"You already have the answer in your heart, don't you?"

A steady voice sounded in Laxana's mind:

"If it's really as he said, the only person they need is you."

"Yes."

Laxana smiled self-deprecatingly:

"I am not the kind little girl I used to be. If it were a few years ago, I would definitely agree without hesitation."

Lucian proposed that she join the camp of expelling shadows, and stated that she was the brightest person he had ever seen.

She was also the one with the most hope of fighting against the shadows.

But

Now, she can no longer abandon Demacia and rush to fight for the possibility of saving the world.

Her eyes swept across the eight empty seats below, especially the Grand Marshal's seat, where she paused for a long time:

"Saving the world is really an exciting goal. But my heart is small and can only accommodate Demacia."

Laxana finally made her own decision and ignored the requests of Lucian and others.

Unlike Lucian and others, she did not think that the king of Shadow Island could stir up too much waves.

If there really is a problem.

"Teacher, Noxus Empire, what do you think about this?"

Her eyes returned to the magic book at hand, and her bare hands gently stroked it.

When she asked this question, countless memories came to Laxana's mind. Those were the scenes of her teacher teaching her.

If her teacher had not appeared, she dared not imagine what she would become, but it was certain that she would never be as outstanding as she is today.

For this, Laxana was extremely grateful.

Even though she had an expectation of what would happen next, she still hoped for a win-win result.

A thin blue stream flowed out of the magic book, and in front of Laxana, it condensed into a figure formed by a stream of water:

"Laxana, you have grown up!"

Laxana slowly stood up from the throne. Her body was trembling slightly because of some emotions, but she still insisted on standing up.

She looked at the face of the figure in front of her with a stubborn look. It was the same as she had expected. They were not meeting for the first time, and they had even met too many times.

Suddenly, a bright smile bloomed on her face. As if she had rehearsed it countless times in her heart, she lifted her skirt and bowed slightly, and gave a very standard student salute to the person opposite:

"Meredith, your most outstanding student, Demacia Laxana Crownguard, sends you my most sincere greetings!"

Ryan Meredith.

The most powerful wizard in Runeland today, the founder of rune magic, and the president of the Trifari Council of Noxus

Only with countless titles can one express the talent of the person in front of him.

She realized this as early as when she met Seraphine a few days ago.

Or it can be said that Ryan's appearance that day allowed her to face the fact that she had always wanted to avoid.

After more than ten years of daily interactions, she already knew in her heart that the soul of the magic book, whether in terms of tone of voice or habits, was exactly the same as Ryan back then.

Her teacher was still exactly the same as he was more than ten years ago, and the years seemed to have left no trace on his face.

"Laxana, looking at your appearance, it seems that you have rehearsed our encounter countless times." Ryan smiled.

Laxana shook her head and sighed, "Perhaps, I am more looking forward to the teacher giving me a negative answer. Even if I already know the truth."

"As my student, you have the right to know everything, and I don't need to hide it."

From Ryan's words, Laxana heard his frankness.

Yes, he never concealed his identity in front of her.

Laxana's mouth curled up quietly: "Teacher, if I were still the little girl of the Crown Guard family, I might be ecstatic to hear your identity. But..."

"Teacher, you taught me so well!"

Clang!

A silver light flashed.

Standing beside the throne, the sword symbolizing the royal power of Demacia was pulled out by Laxana and pointed at the person in front of her.

Facing the tip of the sword so close, Ryan's face did not fluctuate at all, and he even looked like he had known it.

He opened his hand gently, and a long sword engraved with the national emblem of Noxus appeared in his hand.

"Teacher, you taught me how to cast my first magic and how to become a qualified mage. In addition, you also taught me how to be a Demacia and how to save my country."

Laxana raised her head and raised the long sword with determination.

The energy of light magic attached to it, and the Demacia King Sword flashed a dazzling light.

Under Ryan's training, she was definitely not an ordinary wizard who could only cast magic.

Sword, fighting, spells, crossbows, horsemanship, knowledge, national policy, and insights.

As she said, Ryan taught her too well.

Ding! ! !

The long sword collided with the king's sword, making a crisp sound of metal and iron intersecting.

The aftermath of the collision between the two quickly spread outward, but they all hit the white light shield and eventually disappeared without any sound.

Laxana's face was firm, and she waved the long sword in her hand repeatedly, attached with her magic, and slashed at Ryan without mercy.

Ryan was the most important person in her life, and Demacia was also the place she cherished the most.

For this reason, she was willing to use the sword that symbolized the royal power of Demacia to fight her most beloved teacher today.

Ryan's face remained the same, even if it was just a wisp of residual soul, the long sword in his hand was also danced tightly, so that Laxana's attack did not have any effect at all.

"In terms of sword skills, you are far better than the lady of the Laurent family."

Laxana's mouth curled up slightly, and the speed of the long sword in her hand was a few points faster.

She still remembered the poor sword skills she showed when she approached Miss Laurent in the future. She would look like a complete beginner.

Who would have thought that the weak Miss Crown Guard was actually a master of swordsmanship.

She always agreed with what her teacher said:

"A strong person should have no weaknesses."

Zheng!

The sword in Laxana's hand hummed softly, and several rays of light were thrown out, condensing into several light spots in the air, from which a dazzling beam of light was emitted, shooting straight at Ryan.

"You have not fallen behind in the use of spells, and you have done a good job in hiding your real attack."

The tyrannical beam of light illuminated the parliament hall, and shields formed by water flow blocked the beam of light.

In this environment where people could not open their eyes, a sword rushed silently, heading straight for Ryan's heart.

It was only an inch away, but it was blocked by a long sword.

Ding!

The water long sword blocked Ryan's chest horizontally, seemingly without colliding with anything, but it made a light sound.

In front of him, Laxana kept holding the rapier with her right hand, with a little regret on her face.

Using light magic, she concealed the traces of the long sword, and even used the beam of light to hide her figure.

Even so, Ryan was not hurt at all.

But after this attack, it can be clearly seen that Ryan's body, which was condensed by water, has become much lighter.

Laxana did not continue to attack, but hesitated on her face.

The opponent seemed to be about to dissipate at any time. She might only need to attack once more to completely wipe out this part of Ryan's soul.

Her face changed several times, and the sword in her hand slowly raised.

If she could defeat her teacher, she believed that the shadow of Noxus over Demacia would at least dissipate a lot.

But in the end, she slowly put down her sword.

Swoosh!

She sighed lightly and put the long sword in her hand back into the scabbard.

No mistake, one sentence, one content, one 6, one book, one bar, one look!

"Teacher, I lost!"

Can't do it.

The previous few swords were already the limit of what she could do.

The person in front of her was the teacher who had accompanied her all the way and taught her to become what she is now.

"You are still as kind as before." Ryan shook his head.

He was just a remnant soul that was separated into the Soul-Snatching Scroll in his early years, and he could not be considered too strong.

Even with Laxana's constant nourishment, his energy was still very limited.

As long as Laxana swung a sword, his remaining energy would definitely not be able to resist.

Laxana also knew this, but in the end, she found that she still couldn't make the last sword.

Laxana had a complicated expression and smiled self-deprecatingly.

Demacia and her teacher

It seemed that she had made another wrong choice.

"Laxana, you are very good. I look forward to seeing you catching up from behind on my journey of pursuing magic."

The long sword in Ryan's hand gradually dissipated, and the palm that seemed to be dissipating stretched forward and touched Laxana's golden hair.

Laxana did not resist. She felt as if she had returned to more than a decade ago and saw the man who accompanied her like a father and a friend.

"As for Demacia." Ryan's figure gradually disappeared, and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly. "Go for it, Laxana, and do your best to dispel the influence of Noxus on Demacia. And this will be the first challenge for my most outstanding apprentice, the glorious queen of Demacia, Laxana Crownguard, after she graduated."

After saying this, his figure slowly dissipated this remnant soul, and he also completed his mission.

In more than a decade, he trained an outstanding mage, a decent noble lady, and a rising new king.

Laxana looked at the disappearing Ryan and sat on the throne with a sense of loss.

Her fingertips gently slid across the magic book, but she could no longer feel any trace of her teacher.

She graduated.

Shadow Island.

In the deep and dim space, the vast black fog spread endlessly.

Without any warning, a gentle and melodious music sounded from the black fog.

Viego was very familiar with this tune. It was a brass music box. When the bottom of the box was rotated clockwise, it would produce this melody.

He forgot many things in his mind, but he remembered this old music box - the gift he received on his wedding day.

The queen liked it very much and placed it on the low cabinet beside the bed. In the morning and evening, the queen would rotate the bottom to let the music flow in the bedroom.

Sometimes she would sing softly in the morning light, and sometimes she would comb her soft flaxen hair.

Her face

Viego couldn't count how many times he had thought of her beauty.

The curve of her lips and the gentleness in her smile reflected a whole world that made him peaceful and happy.

Whenever Viego thought of her, her appearance was different.

Sometimes, her eyes were wide apart and her cheeks were too narrow; sometimes, her hands were no longer calloused like those of seamstresses; sometimes, her hands were rough and deformed by the scissor handles and thimbles.

Sometimes she wore soft silk, sometimes just a simple work coat, and sometimes, she was naked.

Her appearance was ever-changing, but always the same. She had never been real, but was always within reach.

Viego's chest was empty. He no longer had a heart, only a ghost remained, and it was torn again every time he recalled the past.

The music was still lingering and echoing in the black fog, whispering something to him. It seemed to be soaked in sorrow, an endless and immeasurable sorrow.

Viego's heart was so painful, it was a desperate roar of suffocation, depression, and anger.

Where did his lover, his queen, go?

She was the only starlight, watching over his long journey.

Since she left, all that was left ahead was darkness and scorched earth.

He now understood that the black fog was his heavy and endless sorrow, which kept pouring out from his broken heart.

The black fog witnessed his love and those moving times that had long gone. Far more than that, it reminded him all the time of everything he had been deprived of.

The vast fog was his endless and boundless sorrow.

Pain, too much pain.

"Isolde, my love, my favorite!"

"Isolde, where are you?"

"Why don't you come back to me?"

Viego was not afraid of the quagmire of death and the confusion of ruin. He was only afraid that he would never be able to hold those warm hands again, and never see those eyes full of stars again.

At the end of the black fog, his queen was waiting.

Ruinous, no one in the world can stop it, Isolde, wait for me! Wait for me

Thump, thump, thump——

The horrifying sound of the chain scraping across the ground echoed in the stone wall.

Inside and outside the stone wall, there was an unnatural mist. A terrible ghost came to the broken wall. He passed through the mist, and the evil green fluorescence of the corpse kept flashing around his neck, which looked extremely weird.

The evil spirit raised the lantern in his hand, not to illuminate the surroundings, but to see clearly inside the lantern.

The inside of the lantern seemed to contain a bright starry sky, with thousands of green balls flashing.

Under the gaze of the evil spirit, the balls flew wildly, as if trying to avoid the cruel eyes of the other party.

The corners of the evil spirit's cold mouth showed a creepy smile, revealing flashing fangs, and every starlight was his treasure.

He put down the lantern and moved closer to the center of the mist.

As he approached, the iron chain and lantern broke away from the evil spirit's palm and floated around him.

The evil spirit watched for a while, then suddenly stretched out its sharp fingers, grasped the hilt of the sword stuck in the ground, and twisted it violently.

Crack——

The sword loosened.

The surrounding fog surged violently, and seemed to roar even more fiercely.