Chapter 91 Riven's Self-Exile, Daughter of Ionia

""Very unexpected.""

“I never thought that I would become a teacher one day.”

"The wind will remember the days when Talia and I spent time together in the mountains."

“We practice and grow together.”

“To me, this friendship between master and disciple is like mountain spring water, pure and deep.”

"During this period, I also thoroughly understood the teachings of Elder Suma and the teachings of the maple seed."

"After saying goodbye to her."

"I am determined to correct my mistakes and return home to find the real murderer who killed my master."

“Good times are always so short.”

"Yes, if we didn't both have our own missions, it would actually be quite nice to live a life of ease and comfort."

"The Wind Swordsman, it feels like that!"

"Brother Suozi actually gave the maple seeds Yongen gave to Taliyah."

"It just shows that he cherishes this mentor-disciple relationship very much."

“Perhaps, this is a kind of inheritance.”

"Yes, the seeds are not important. What is important is the hope contained in them. He has already understood this."

"Return home and catch the murderer"

"So, what is the suspense left in the beginning? What did Riven understand at that time? Why did Elder Suma die?"

Just as everyone was thinking about this, a new chapter of the plot gradually emerged on the big screen.

【Lu·Daughter】

""I am.""

"A warrior?"

"No, that's not right!"

“I’m just their daughter.”

"After that night, when I woke up, I could only recall fragments of memories and nightmares."

““I don’t know what happened afterwards, but—”

""I'll never forget.""

"That night, the burning arrow streaked across the sky and hit the pottery jar in the carriage."

"Chemical flames burst forth from the ruptured container with unimaginable heat and intensity."

"I instinctively drew out my great sword, trying to resist this sudden disaster."

"But it was too late."

"The only person I can protect is myself."

"In a short time, screams filled the night as Ionians and Noxians alike died in bloody agony."

"The magic of the giant sword blocked the burning poisonous fog for me, but I could only watch my former comrades die in agony one by one in front of my eyes."

""Yes.""

““Noxus betrayed me.”

"And my warriors."

"In fact, the moment the burning arrow shot at me, I understood everything."

"This war is no longer a simple war of expansion for Noxus, but has become an act of extermination against the enemy at all costs."

“I survived.”

"But the others are dead."

"The poisonous fog dissipated, I bandaged the wound and mourned for the dead. "

"Although the giant sword in my hand saved my life, I hate it with all my heart."

"The runes above seem to mock me, constantly reminding me of everything I have lost."

"Now, it looks like a cold devil in my eyes."

“So, I decided to break it into pieces.”

"Before dawn, sever your last connection with Noxus."

「“.”」

"It broke."

"But even so, the pain and anxiety in my heart still did not disappear."

"Having lost the faith that I relied on for survival, I chose to exile myself."

“I wandered in this strange land of Ionia and became the daughter of a farmer’s family.”

"Damn! I thought the pottery jar was filled with explosives, but it turned out to be a chemical weapon."

"This is such a bummer! I thought rune magic was outrageous enough, but I didn't expect there are even masters out there!"

"Alchemist, a genius."

"Noxus is so cruel that it doesn't even spare its own people." "Now I finally understand that all the plots can be connected. The valley that Yasuo went to is where the tragedy of Riven's army took place."

"Then the question is, why didn't the two of them meet at that time?"

"Didn't you see that Riven went to break her sword? Maybe they just happened to pass by each other."

"Exile. So that's what it means."

"Becoming a farmer's daughter, and in Ionia, does that count as surrendering to the enemy?"

"Early morning, by the campfire."

This is a place for villagers to rest before going to the morning market. Three people are sitting on the ground next to a campfire.

"You are not Ionian."

The old woman Cun Mali had camped with strangers on the way to market many times, but this time, she felt uncomfortable.

Opposite her was a woman from Noxus.

Moreover, she was carrying a terrifyingly huge sword on her back.

Muramali was terrified, she didn't know how many Ionian lives that knife had taken.

The white-haired woman glanced at her "father" beside her - Asa Konde.

Then he swallowed the rice ball in his mouth and responded in a low voice: "I came from Noxus."

Her accent was thick, but her words were clear.

"I never went back after the war, and I don't plan to go back."

Asa Conde put his hand on her shoulder and said firmly, "This is her home now."

"Why did you stay?" asked Muramali. "Who would stay in a place they had destroyed and live with people they had persecuted?"

Click.

Suddenly, the plate was crushed.

Riven clenched her fists until her knuckles turned white.

She took a deep breath, threw away the broken pieces of plate in her hand, and bowed deeply with sorrow.

"terribly sorry."

She whispered, then slowly stood up, "I didn't mean to offend, I'll pay for the plate."

Muramali didn't listen to what she said. She just saw her holding the broken plate in her palm, raising it to her ear, and singing softly.

She slowly adjusted her tone, trying to awaken the earth spirit sleeping in the clay.

As the chanting became louder, the necklace around her neck began to flicker with a faint light.

Then, a wisp of smoke slowly floated out from the necklace, mixed with sparks, wrapping the scattered fragments in her hand.

In a moment.

The broken plate had been stitched together, leaving only a few coal-colored gaps and bulges, which seemed to be the only evidence that it had ever been broken.

"I'm a tinker." Muramali looked at the stunned Riven and introduced herself, "I don't need any compensation."

Riven took the plate and examined it carefully.

"How did you do that?" she asked curiously, then gently ran her finger across one of the black cracks.

“Everything has a soul, and whether it is a spirit of things or a living thing, they all want to become complete.”

"I ask them what they need to get back on their feet, and then I give them what they need," Muramali said.

"But it will leave scars." Riven said regretfully.

"Scars are a sign of healing. Although the plate can never be restored to its original perfection, it has gained a whole new life."

Muramali responded calmly, "I think she is more beautiful now, isn't she?"

Riven nodded silently.

"The reason I stayed," she said after a moment's reflection, "was because I had caused destruction and harm, and I stayed to make amends."

After hearing this, a glimmer of understanding flashed in Muramali's eyes and she nodded slightly to show her understanding.

She could see that Riven also had some deep, invisible scars hidden in her heart.

perhaps
She is different from other Noxians.

At this moment, Muramali's eyes suddenly fell on Riven's blade - that kind of tool can only chop, not repair.

She sighed again in her heart.

Even if it's different.

How much better can it be?

"Oh, it's not surrendering to the enemy, it turns out that Riven stayed to atone for her sins."

“This paragraph is very meaningful.”

"The Ionians are truly amazing, with so many talented people that they even have this kind of repair method."

"Although she understood Riven, she was still obviously prejudiced and hesitant in the end."

"Of course. After all, Riven's greatsword is stained with the blood of Ionians."

(End of this chapter)