After arriving at Precidian, it didn't take much effort for Jeno to find Irelia, as she was so famous here.

Ten years after the end of the war, many still hate Irelia's counterattack for destroying the balance that had been passed down in the Firstborn Lands.

The members of the rebels regard Irelia as their leader, even if she has no intention of serving as the leader, but when she slashes off Svein's left arm with a knife, the seeds of violence have already taken root in the hearts of some people, and they have now taken root.

Irelia was under a tree outside the rebel camp, the flowers crushing its branches, and there was just a clearing under the tree where a new grave could be added.

She was digging through the dirt with her hoe, and on the coiled roots lay a blood-stained cloth bag containing a Brotherhood Assassin.

War is upon us once again, and the Ionians are being slaughtered, and the fanatical Brotherhood of Navoli wants Irelia to lead the rebels again, as they did in the Battle of Stand, and once again lead them to defeat the enemy and leave Noxus behind.

However, Irelia only showed a hint of hesitation, and the Assassin attacked her without saying anything, forcing Irelia to kill her.

There was this scene in front of Jeno's eyes.

Irelia was tired from digging and rested against the tree with her hoe when she saw someone watching her behind her.

Looking at each other, she noticed that Jeno's gaze was a little different from ordinary people, and there was no adoration that embarrassed her, nor hatred that made her feel guilty.

She didn't know Jeno, but that didn't stop her from communicating with a stranger. She no longer recognized a few familiar faces among the current members of the Resistance, and they were all replaced by fanatical new fighters.

They followed the legend of Irelia, who had traveled from faraway provinces and villages that she had never even heard of.

"Wan Ling doesn't say this, if you are also here to let me lead the resistance to fight, I'm sorry, please go back." Irelia brushed her sweat-soaked black hair behind her ears and said calmly before continuing to dig.

"Need help? I see you hauling the cloth bags all the way from the camp here, and then digging all the time, you must be very tired, right? Don't worry, I'm just helping you hoe the ground, and I won't touch the contents of the bag. Jeno said kindly, letting Irelia relax.

She thought carefully about Jeno's proposal, then stopped repeating the numb refusal, nodded and handed the hoe to Jeno.

She was tired, physically and mentally exhausted. This is not the first time she has killed her compatriots and stained the honor of her family.

Jeno took the hoe, and could even feel a wetness in his hand, the sweat of Irelia's hands on the wooden handle.

"Listen to your accent, you're not a local, are you?" Irelia rolled her throat, a drop of sweat running down her chin onto the pink silk cloth on her chest, a dark smear.

The once light dance costume has become a tight-fitting battle armor, and the dancing girl has become a confused big girl.

"I can also make my accent pure if I want to. But you didn't guess it right, I'm not even an Ionian, I'm Jeno from Piltover. ”

"Outlander? In such a time of war? Irelia's voice raised a few pitches, as if questioning why Jeno didn't flee the war-torn land right away, and leisurely helped her dig her grave here.

To be honest, under Ionia's policy of self-sufficiency at home and seclusion from the outside world, Irelia, who lives in the hinterland of Ionia, rarely meets people outside of this land, and some are also those Noxian invaders, so she has some doubts about Jeno's identity.

"Everything is arranged by all souls." Jeno said with a smile.

The Ionians believed in the spirit of all things, and this reassured Irelia, and Jeno noticed that the package behind Irelia had stopped buzzing, knowing that it was a sharp weapon turned from a broken family crest.

"Oh, I'm Irelia of the Zan family." She added apologetically.

As he spoke, Jeno dug the pit large enough to hold the corpses, surprisingly fast for Irelia.

The rest of the burial was done by Irelia, who carefully lowered the bag into the pit and then used a hoe to push the dirt closer to the pit and gradually bury it.

"Miss Zan, are you still dancing?" Jeno asked.

"Every day I dance for the blade, which is already stained with blood, both enemies and compatriots." Irelia said lonely that the meaning of her dancing had changed dramatically over the years, and her heart still longed to simply dance.

"I'm asking about pure traditional silk dance."

"There are very few, just to retain a little bit of the fading customs of my hometown." Irelia paused, as if to give herself enough to remember the past, and then said in a nostalgic tone, as if the beautiful past of dancing for a large family came to mind.

After burying the body and ramming the ground with her hoe, Irelia turned her head and looked at Jeno with a smile.

"Are you here to watch me dance?"

She was genuinely happy that someone could still remember the tradition. As long as someone wants to see it, she can dance.

"Irelia, you're confused, and dancing can make you no longer confused."

"Where?"

"On the land of my homeland, on the battlefield."

When Jano finished saying this, Irelia's smile immediately disappeared, "It turns out that you were also sent by the Brotherhood to convince me, get out of here, don't force me." ”

Irelia's arms danced softly like waves, and she turned to one side, six blades tearing through the package in unison, forming symmetrical shapes on either side of her, the blades pointing straight at Jeno.

Jeno raised half of her eyebrows, was Irelia being made neurotic by the Brotherhood fanatics?

Irelia's patience was limited, and after dozens of seconds of silence in her mind, Jeno had no intention of leaving, so she waved her arm with a sense of strength, allowing the blades to line up in an arc of death.

The blades will react with her movements, and the blades will dance with them.

The cold light passed in front of him lightly and quickly, and the cold wind even cut off the ends of his hair, but Jeno didn't blink an eye, and even stepped forward.

Irelia was startled, and seeing that the warning was about to turn into a manslaughter, she temporarily changed her dance moves, allowing the blade to dodge Jeno.

Bang la blah

The blades fell to the ground one after another, and Jeno pressed her palm against Irelia's shoulder, pinning her firmly to the tree, making it impossible for her to make large body movements to control the blade.

"Don't be confused, calm down and listen to me."