On their third night of climbing the mountain, Jeno and Leona came to a plain on the mountainside.

A plain on a mountainside? It does sound weird. But considering that Jeno didn't even climb to the top of the mountain for three days, it was not surprising that there would be some strange terrain on this part of the mountainside.

The plains are covered with a thick layer of snow, and the huge moon casts moonlight on the snowfields, but the surroundings are pitch black.

The howls of wolves could be heard in the darkness, but a round tent could be seen looming over the edge of the cliff, and the fire inside glowed with a warm yellow glow. Jeno saw a figure with horns on his forehead being cast on the tent by the light of the fire, and his tired spirit was lifted.

"Leona, are you still awake? We're here. He asked.

"Are you going to go to the ground? I thought I'd sleep on your back forever. A weak voice came from the back of the neck.

"What are you kidding, I promised Diana that she would heal you."

Nearly three days of getting along with Jeno made him understand Leona's personality, she is a very serious character, and she never knows what it means to be happy in misery. When she said this, she wasn't joking, but she really thought she was going to die of poison before she could find the ethereal legend.

"I hope so." Leona said.

Jeno braved the bitter cold west peak and walked quickly to the tent.

"Excuse me, can we come in?"

"Just in time, come in." The sound of silence in the tent was as quiet as the slowly falling autumn leaves.

With his master's permission, Jeno lifted the curtain to block the wind and stepped into the tent as quickly as he could.

On the fire in the center of the tent, the snow in the stone pot has begun to melt, and the warmth is getting stronger, and the tent is filled with the smell of dried tea leaves and mountain herbs.

This is brewing the second course of tea, which has been poured and served in five separate cups.

It seems that the owner already knew that they were coming, so he prepared the tea in advance.

"It's a good night to sip tea." Said the host.

She took a gentle sip of the amber tea and slowly opened her eyes—strange, kind, compassionate, golden eyes that seemed to reach faraway places beyond her sight.

She was a holy and beautiful creature, with lilac-colored skin and a fresh scent. A pearly horn on the forehead separates the bangs from the sides. Her pure white hair is tied into a long ponytail, revealing two pointed ears that stand upwards up. Below the knees are the sheep's cloven hooves, and the cheongsam and cloak are embellished with many round and translucent pine stones.

This is the giant god who descended to earth, Soraka, the son of the stars.

In addition to this, Jeno also meets another familiar person.

Morgana, who had lost her wings and became a mortal, was sitting on the sidelines smiling at herself, with an empty seat next to her, but also a cup of tea, presumably reserved for her sister Kyle's place.

"I didn't expect to meet so soon." Morgana said hello.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." Jeno asked, "What about Kyle?" ”

"She's going hunting, and she'll be back later."

The master didn't speak, and Jeno didn't want to ignore what people said too much, so he nodded and kept quiet.

"I think you all know who I am, so I won't go into details, sit down and have tea." Soraka finished his tea unhurriedly, spread his hands, and motioned for Jeno to sit down.

"Thank you." Jeno untied the rope and gently placed Leona on the bunk designated by Soraka. After feeding her tea, he went to drink his own cup.

"Good tea!" The tea is good tea, and even Jeno thinks this tea is impeccable.

It was a medicinal tea, and Leona felt warm in her stomach as soon as she drank it, and a stream of heat rushed from her stomach to her limbs, and her cold body quickly warmed up.

Leona sat up without leaning on Jeno herself, her eyes flickering upwards from time to time, peeking at the horns of Soraka, who already knew what she was thinking.

"Thanks for the hospitality, I feel so much better, I can't believe those rumors would call someone as nice as you ......"

"Demons, huh?" Soraka laughed.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to. I sincerely apologize to you for my stupidity and ignorance......"

Rumors are such a disgusting thing. Spread rumors with one mouth, refute rumors and break her legs, fortunately Soraka is generous, otherwise even if her astral power is limited by the laws of Runeterra, even if she can't destroy the world, it is not difficult to destroy a civilization.

"In some religions, the image of the devil is often very similar to that of a sheep, and that's how those people probably misidentify you. I've seen many demons, but they've all been conjured up according to my own mind. Jeno joined the conversation, and in his opinion, the horns of the sheep's hooves would indeed make people think that Soraka was a demon if they hadn't seen her in person.

He had heard a story that was not elaborate but very interesting: some people of low social status found some ewe chops to relieve their loneliness because they could not get women, and they were happy. These ugly deeds were soon discovered by conservationists, who, in order to avoid the tragedy of social death, made up the lie that the goat was the devil, and the demon often appeared in the form of a goat.

"Actually, I can change the shape of my body at will, and what you see is what I want you to see." The powerful astral magic in Soraka's body burned the flesh from the inside out, but she thought that as long as she could help heal the broken and incomplete, her suffering was not worth mentioning.

"There is still a difference, the demons are all bad to the bone, and they are two extremes with you." Jeno has a lot of contact with the demons of this world, and he thinks that what he says is still very authoritative.

However, he prefers the assistance of a Japanese woman to the assistance of a nurse.

"Okay, let's start the treatment." Soraka poured a second cup of tea for Jeno and the others, then got up and walked over to Leona.

"Are you ready?" She asked.

"Ready." Leona didn't want Jeno's efforts to go to waste, she had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

"Do I need to get out of the way?" Seeing that Soraka was ripping off Leona's clothes, Jeno asked tentatively.

"No, the wound is on the shoulder, I just need to lift her neckline."

Soraka faded Leona's neckline to the finger below her collarbone, and the so-called little spring light was not worth mentioning her majesty at all, and she was really worthy of a woman who could still see a lot of material in plate armor.

Leona's wound was a pale color, as if there was no blood flowing underneath.

Soraka pressed her palm against the wound, and Leona shrunk her shoulder, as if the movement had spurred her pain.

"I need you to let your guard down, you have to be willing to be healed before I can heal you." She said. Her golden eyes sparkled.