Legends of Runeterra

However, the maid standing opposite Li En was unaware of this. When she saw Li En frowning, she thought she was being rude, and she instinctively wanted to kneel down in panic.

"Hoo~!"

An invisible force gently supported the maid's body, and a gentle voice sounded in her ears.

"Don't worry, the reason I'm distressed is not because of you."

"Master Li...Master Li En..."

"Okay, go prepare some snacks and honey water."

"Yes, Lord Li En."

The maid looked at Li En's gentle face, and her inner uneasiness gradually subsided. She bowed and left quickly.

“Crack~!”

"Did Azir come to see you?"

Xiweier also heard the sound outside the door clearly. At this moment, her squinting eyes opened a little and she looked at Li En with a smile on her lips.

"He is your ancestor. Is it appropriate to call him by his name?"

"Humph! I'm still the queen!"

Having started working alone since childhood, and suddenly having an ancestor who was who knows how many generations apart, it was really hard for Xiweier to regard the other person as his elder.

Of course, he would only call him by his name when he was alone with Li En. Normally, he would call him "King of Eagles".

"But dear, is he again because..."

"Hoo~!"

Li En breathed a sigh of relief, a look of helplessness on his face.

"Who knows, I'll go over and take a look now.

By the way, I will ask the maid to bring you some snacks and honey water later, you can have a good rest."

"Well, you're so nice, dear!"

After giving Li En a gentle kiss on the cheek, Shiver closed her eyes again and rested.

After helping to tuck in the thin silk quilt covering Sivir, Li En quietly left the room.

...

“Da~da~da~!”

Steady footsteps came from the distant corridor. Azir sat on the platform where he had first entertained the two of them, overlooking most of the Shurima capital.

As the footsteps approached, Azir stood up and looked back.

"Good day, Mr. Azr."

Li En nodded in greeting. Ever since Azir passed the throne to Sivir, the other party took the initiative to ask him not to call him "Your Majesty" anymore.

"Good day, Li En. I'm sorry for the time. It's just that I feel that aura and it's really hard not to speculate in that direction."

"It's okay Mr. Azir, I understand that."

Seeing that Li En didn't mind, Azir also breathed a sigh of relief.

After sensing Li En's aura on the day of the celebration, he was a little too excited and instinctively pushed the other party towards the 'Ascension Bloodline'.

After calming down for a period of time, Azir gradually recalled the difference in that fleeting breath.

"But Li En, what exactly is that 'breath'..."

Facing Li En, who was looking at him with a gentle smile on his lips, Azir gradually stopped talking.

"Sorry, Li En, I was a little abrupt."

"It's okay, Mr. Azir. Did you invite me here specifically for this matter?"

"No, of course not, Li En, could you please come with me?"

"Where to go?"

"For my..."

Azir said this, with a hint of complexity in his golden eyes.

"For my 'friend', to send him off for the last time."

...

'Star flower' is a flower that is nearly cone-shaped, with long and oval petals that look like milk and honey. It has a rich fragrance and its pollen is a bit spicy, often causing curious people who get close to smell it to sneeze several times.

This flower will only grow and bloom in places with abundant water.

Standing in the flowers and plants blooming not far from the river, nourished by the abundant water source, Li En quietly watched the figure not far away.

At this moment, the godlike golden figure was crouching on the ground.

In front of him, a small sand pit had just been dug.

After Azir reached into his arms and fumbled around for a while, a few ordinary, broken pieces of stone appeared in his hand.

With just one glance, Li En could tell that these were fragments of the sealed coffin that Nasus and Renekton used to imprison Xerath, but from which he easily broke free and became a part of the sorcerer himself.

As early as in the capital of Shurima, Li En had vaguely guessed who the "friend" Azir was referring to.

Now, these ordinary pieces of stone directly confirmed Li En’s guess.

"Even if you commit such a treasonous act, you still have to send Xerath off to his final journey..."

Just as Li En was silently lamenting the complicated relationship between the two, Azir, who had been staring at the fragments in silence for a long time, finally stretched out his hand, then gently turned it over, allowing the pieces of stone to fall into the pit.

Then Azir waved his hand gently, and the sand on both sides of the pit rolled together again until a small mound of earth was slightly raised.

Azir raised his hand, and the yellow sand in the distance floated into his hands according to his will.

“Swish, swish~!”

With open palms, golden sand fell on the small mound.

Azir picked up the inconspicuous tombstone beside him that had no words on it and gently placed it in front of the small mound.

After doing all this, Azir returned to his previous state, squatting quietly in front of the grave without moving.

“Tread, tap, tap~!”

Walking on the ground that looked more like sand than soil, and was only slightly more solid than an ordinary desert because of the cover of flowers and plants, Li En came to Azir's side.

Even when the tall ascender squatted, he was almost as tall as Li En.

"Don't you want to carve a name on this tombstone?"

"His... name is not Xerath."

Azir was still crouching, staring quietly at the tombstone without any words on it. It was more like expressing some emotion than explaining to Li En.

"Thousands of years ago, in the library of the Shurima Empire, an unpopular prince and a humble slave met by chance and found that they both had a special love for history and mathematics.

Thus, two people who were unlikely to be friends became friends. "

"However, slaves are not entitled to have names, so the prince named his friend 'Zerath', which means 'one who knows how to share'."

"So, what was his original name?"

"do not know."

"do not know?"

"Well, his parents were scholars who were captured by the Empire and made into slaves. Maybe they did, maybe they didn't. But the law of the Empire is that slaves are not allowed to have their own names. The price of violating the law is death."

Azir's voice was calm when he said this, but beneath this calmness, Li En felt an indescribable complexity.

"In his final moments before dying, he rejected the name 'Xerath'.

So... Li En, what can I engrave on this tombstone?"

“Rustle~Rustle~!”

A cool breeze blew from the river in the distance, and the lush flowers and grass rustled, like some ancient and sad whisper.