Where should he go now?
Where should I sleep tonight?
First rule out sleeping on the street, and second rule out sleeping in a hotel, because Liszt has no money.
Crimson is definitely rich, but she is so drunk that she doesn’t need to think about paying.
Eventually, Liszt decided to look for his brothers on the streets.
That is, the brothers of the Dark Militia.
Tonight is a national carnival. The dark militia group that has completed the defense mission of Jingxiantian should also come to Presidian.
There were too many people in the square and on the streets. Fortunately, it was the second half of the night. Most of the people were too drunk, and not many people were still revelling.
For a time, the entire Presidian seemed to be drunk in this hard-won victory.
Holding Crimson, Liszt was looking for the shadow of the dark militia on the street. Suddenly, a familiar light appeared in his peripheral vision.
He immediately caught a figure wearing silver armor, which he had seen not long ago, on his way to Presidian.
It’s Irelia-sama.
Irelia disappeared into the alley at the corner, he put Crimson on his back and quickly followed.
Turning the corner, he saw Irelia again. Irelia was sitting on a rattan chair, quietly looking at the night sky, her eyes full of melancholy and sadness.
Why is she sad? We… didn’t we win?
“Lord Irelia.” Liszt sat next to Irelia and said.
The bench is long enough for three people. Liszt put the drunk Crimson beside him, and the three of them sat on the bench at the same time.
“You don’t have to call me your lord.” Irelia also sensed Liszt’s arrival, and she didn’t have to turn her head to know who was beside her. “You don’t have to call me your lord when Red Silk and Blade are not there.”
“Oh.” Liszt nodded, “what should you call it?”
“Irelia will do.” Irelia said.
The red silk and the blade symbolize the will of the blade. But sometimes, Irelia doesn’t want to be Will of the Blade, she just wants to be Irelia.
It’s hard for Liszt to understand these things, but Lord Irelia… oh, since Irelia asked so, he nodded in agreement.
“Then, Irelia, why don’t you look happy?” Liszt asked.
Irelia sighed and shook her head: “You don’t understand.”
“Of course I don’t understand,” Liszt said. “But I’m very smart. If you tell me, maybe I’ll understand.”
“You don’t look very smart.” Irelia couldn’t help but smile when she saw the appearance of Liszt bun.
“Try it, you tell me your troubles, and I’ll tell you my troubles, how about that?” Liszt said.
Irelia smiled and shook her head. She and Liszt have a fate, they met twice by chance, and… Liszt’s attitude has not changed much.
Even after knowing that she was the Will of Blades, Liszt did not become respectful. She seldom sees this kind of person, this kind of person who is obviously not very powerful, but can still talk to her on an equal footing.
Seeing Irelia shaking her head, Liszt thought she rejected his proposal, but she did not expect Irelia to continue: “You said that you completed the defense mission in Jingxiantian, is that true?”
“It’s true.” Liszt nodded and said, “To be precise, it was the Crimson Militia, the Dark Militia, and two other militia regiments. We completed the defensive mission.”
“You guys did a great job,” Irelia said. “Actually, the higher-ups already knew that Thunderclap was one of Noxus’ key points of attack. Not so early, but enough time to react in advance.”
“Huh?” Liszt was very surprised. He didn’t expect Irelia to give such an answer, “If the higher-ups knew this in advance…why didn’t they arrange it in advance?”
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“Because we want Jingxiantian to fall.” Irelia said, “We know that the four militia regiments can’t stop the undead God of War Sain, and you can’t delay for more than half an hour.”
“This…why?” Liszt was puzzled. “The high-level…is asking us to die?”
“Yes.” Irelia looked at Liszt, her beautiful green eyes were full of sadness and guilt.
“Wait, you want Jingxiantian to fall… That is to say, you actually want Presidian to fall?” Liszt felt that his mind was a little overwhelmed.
“Your performance… is very calm,” Irelia said. “I thought you would want to give me a knife or something when you learned the truth.”
“Then will you let me kill you?”
“No. Ionia needs me, I can’t die yet.”
“So I can’t kill you, so why waste my efforts?”
“you are very funny.”
“The high-level…why did you make such a decision? Is there a traitor among you?”
“No.” Irelia shook her head. “It’s just because Ionia needs blood, a lot of blood.”
“Presidian is the sacred place of Ionia, and it is also a symbol of Ionia. If Presidian falls, then Ionia will exist in name only.”
“Yes, many Ionians have awakened, and they have taken up arms against Noxus, betraying their lifelong belief in equilibrium.”
“However, there are still many Ionians who have not awakened, and they still have the illusion that as long as they don’t resist, there will be no death.”
“Awakening requires blood. Today’s stand-up battle, according to the established plan, was a shocking fall, the Noxian Legion merged, and then Ionia paid a heavy price to defeat Noxus.”
“Only such a tragic victory can awaken those who slumber. Only when the vast majority of Ionians awaken can we win this war, not the battle of standing, but this war against Noxus. “
“Otherwise, we won the battle of standing up in time, and we will have to pay more in the future to win this war.”
Irelia asked, “Can you… forgive me? Ionians, will you forgive me?”
“Of course I can forgive you. After all, we didn’t actually pay any price. Some people died on Crimson’s side, but… those sacrifices are acceptable. I mean even a normal war would probably pay those sacrifices.” Lister said.
He continued: “But will the rest of the Ionians forgive you…is this something to consider? After all…your plan didn’t work out, not so many people died.”
“But I still made that decision.” Irelia shook her head. “Sometimes… I really don’t want to be the Will of the Blade.”
She asked again, “If it were you, what would you choose? Would you sacrifice some people to save more people?”
“I will not face such a choice.” Liszt said with a smile, “After all, I am not the Will of the Blade, and I will never be the Will of the Blade.”
The two looked at each other and burst into laughter at the same time.
After laughing, Irelia asked, “What about you? What’s your trouble?”
“My troubles…” Liszt said, “That would be more metaphysical.”