I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

Sarah hesitated, her eyes filled with longing.

Foygo naturally understood what Sarah wanted to say, but he simply shook his head slightly.

It wasn't that he didn't want to help Abigail resurrect, but rather that the matter was far more complicated than he had imagined.

Of course, Folgo could also use the black mist to turn Abigail into an undead.

But if we do that, it might backfire.

After all, the black mist has the property of corroding the soul.

Once Abigail is transformed into an undead, given her mortal status, there's a high probability she'll become a monster with low intelligence and amplified inner desires.

Even flawed states like Hecarim and Yorick are difficult to achieve.

Wouldn't that be a complete tragedy?

Now, Abigail's soul has no physical body to rely on. If it continues in this state, it will eventually exhaust its power and dissipate.

Even at this moment, Foygo cannot arbitrarily reverse the boundary between life and death.

After all, he is not the real Grim Reaper.

With only one-third of the divine nature of death, Feuergo was unable to restore Abigail to her most perfect state.

Seeing this, a hint of disappointment flashed in Sarah's eyes.

"It's alright, Sarah."

"I'm already so happy to see you."

Compared to Sarah, Abigail was clearly more at ease. For her, seeing Sarah again after her death was an unexpected surprise.

"I really didn't expect that."

“I have more than one daughter who is a king.”

"There's even a divine son-in-law."

Abigail's voice was full of playful banter as she remarked that optimism was her consistent trait.

"Mother........"

Sarah looked somewhat helpless, but more than anything, her eyes held a deep sense of reluctance and longing.

"Do not worry."

"Although I cannot reverse life and death right now."

"But in the near future, I will definitely reunite you and your daughter."

"This is my promise."

"Foyago said solemnly."

Once I can defeat Mordekaiser and Kindred and become a true Grim Reaper, these things will naturally be a piece of cake.

·· ······Requesting flowers··· ····

"Thank you."

“Foyego”.

Abigail's voice was full of the gentle warmth of an elder.

If she could, why wouldn't she want to stay by her daughter's side?

But as a mother, she didn't want her daughter, whom she had finally regained, to become even more heartbroken.

Time was running out; continuing the conversation might further weaken Abigail's already fragile soul.

So Folgo once again summoned the black mist, which protected Abigail's soul within it.

After watching Abigail leave, Sarah curled up in Fiorio's arms once again.

Just as Fouguere had told him that night.

Everything that had been lost has returned to her.

At that moment, Sarah felt like the happiest woman in the world.

"Darling, hold me..."

Sarah leaned close to Foygo's ear and whispered something.

... ... ...

Her voice was soft and shy.

Fryego naturally understood the signal conveyed in Sarah's tone.

So Foygo gently bent down, picked Sarah up and carried her into the palace.

The entire palace was sealed off by Foygo's divine power, and all light in the room was completely extinguished.

The spring night is fleeting, and the sun rises high; from then on, the emperor no longer holds morning court...

However, the Bilgewater monarch who did not hold morning court seemed to be in a "passive" position.

..........

Old John runs a tavern in Bilgewater.

Since the day the Empress was crowned, the smile on old John's face has never faded.

With the pirates completely eradicated, Bilgewater's commerce has become many times more prosperous than before.

The constant flow of people brought better business to Old John's tavern.

At the same time, the prosperity of commerce and trade further reduced prices in Bilgewater, significantly improving the living standards of Bilgewater residents.

Furthermore, under the Empress's rule, Bilgewater acquired laws and specialized law enforcement agencies.

Now, Old John's tavern is no longer the place where people often skip out on their bills or dine and dash, as it used to be.

All of this made old John feel much better.

Old John turned and looked out of the shop.

This is the central square of Bilgewater, where a huge statue stands.

A pale crown, a purple magic sword, and black finery.

This is the great deity who protects Bilgewater—the Dark Lord!

"Thank you, great Dark Lord!"

"Thank you, Great Empress of Misfortune!"

Involuntarily, old John let out a heartfelt sigh.

(Bilgewater Chapter, End)

Chapter 96, The Noxian Journey Begins

In the north-central part of Runeterra lies a vast and expansive empire.

That is—Noxus!

If the nations of Runeterra were ranked by national power, then without a doubt...

Noxus is second to none.

This was a powerful empire with a renowned reputation.

To those outside Noxus, it is seen as a powerful, bloodthirsty, and insatiable force.

But for those who see through its belligerent exterior, the social atmosphere here is actually unusually tolerant.

Fight, fight, and fight again!

Invasion, invasion, and more invasion!

The land is barren and there is no food.

Then go grab it!

Intense internal conflicts and infighting among the nobles?

Then let's expand!

Noxus, a purely war-driven empire.

Everything about this empire seemed to exist for the purpose of invasion and expansion.

A war-loving fighting force and an unyielding iron hooves for external expansion best describe this country.

Within such an empire, which was extremely devoted to the power of flesh and blood, there were naturally huge disparities in status.

As long as you have the strength and the courage to fight!

Without a doubt, you will be a superior person in the Noxian Empire.

However, if you are an elderly, weak, woman, child, or a frail or disabled person...

Then I'm sorry, Noxus never supports idlers.