Taking Seraphine to rest, Faen then turned and left with Zeri.
After arriving at the guest room, Seraphine looked out through the window at the boundless sea.
For Seraphine, this was undoubtedly a day full of novelty. Because in her past life, she had never seen such tangible anger. The unwillingness and despair in those workers' hearts turned into a tide of fury under the same trend of thought.
She originally thought this would bring destruction and doom. But who would have thought that the final flow of this anger and unwillingness was hope and joy...
This gave Seraphine a deeper understanding of the melody between the two cities—not all negative emotions lead to chaos and darkness in the end. Sometimes, people are forced to choose violent means to seize happiness.
And...
This anger had reached a critical point.
Born in Piltover, in her past life, Seraphine didn't know about Piltover's oppression of Zaun. Even under the propaganda of the Piltover Council, Seraphine always thought Piltover had been helping Zaun develop better, and that Zaun was naturally a lawless land where children were born evil Zaun brats and adults were all ulterior-motived people eager to get something for nothing.
But looking at it now...
No, they were lying. They were hiding it from Piltovians... These hateful guys were deceiving everyone. They were constantly suppressing and hurting the people of Zaun. And the people of Zaun had endured to the limit.
The current people of Zaun wanted to overthrow the Chem-Barons. And after the Chem-Barons? After retaking Zaun, facing Piltover which still oppressed, exploited, and hurt Zaun...
Seraphine didn't want Piltover to be hurt because she grew up in Piltover. But similarly, Seraphine didn't want Zaun to continue being oppressed by Piltover because her parents were both from Zaun, and she witnessed the moment the Wind of Change roared up with her own eyes...
Seraphine had clearly realized that no one could stop the people of Zaun from rushing towards a better life. She couldn't stop it, nor was she willing to.
Thinking this, Faen's figure involuntarily appeared in Seraphine's mind, along with Faen's sentence—"Become someone who makes the two cities understand each other."
Silently clenching her fists, Seraphine seemed to have found the true responsibility she should shoulder with this talent and ability.
Thinking this, Seraphine couldn't help but think of Zeri—this girl who was close to her age, but more mature in thinking, and had joined the battle early for her hometown.
She was so amazing.
Seraphine couldn't help thinking—feeling people's suffering and firmly engaging in resistance. Not for her own happiness, but for the joy of all worker friends. No wonder Mr. Faen liked Miss Zeri so much.
Speaking of which, their relationship was also very intimate.
Seraphine felt inexplicably envious.
Miss Zeri was brave, kind, firm, optimistic, like a little sun constantly emitting warm sparks. While Mr. Faen was powerful, wise, calm, composed, possessing the charm to guide people's anger and make people rush towards hope.
And their relationship was so good, never generating mutual misunderstanding due to being shy about expressing inner thoughts. In contrast, herself... if she could also become such a person, that would be great.
Thinking this, Seraphine also thought about the spirit realm.
Although Faen spoke casually at that time, even just mentioning it briefly. But Seraphine remembered it firmly in her heart—because this was the first time Seraphine saw someone who could communicate with her in her mind through the melody of all things.
And Mr. Faen also said that this ability was the key to realizing her ideal—thinking this, although having stayed up late, Seraphine found she had no intention of sleeping at all.
Is it because of magic power? Seraphine thought—Seraphine remembered; Faen told her that when she could realize it, these magic powers would naturally take effect. The most basic of which was making the body stronger and energy more vigorous. Continuous high-intensity fighting for a long time wouldn't be tiring.
The problem was it was already 5 AM; still not being able to sleep was a bit...
Go find Zeri to chat!
Seraphine thought excitedly—Miss Zeri shouldn't be asleep yet either. Because Seraphine could clearly feel that when Zeri sent her to the guest room and left, although Zeri said she was going to rest, actually the melody coming from the spirit realm was full of vitality and expectation.
Thinking this, Seraphine got up from the bed excitedly wearing pajamas.
These pajamas belonged to Zeri. After buying this big house, Zeri prepared changes of clothes for the family. It was just that because Seraphine came from Piltover, her nutritional intake was better than Zeri's, making Seraphine slightly taller than Zeri by a head. Consequently, the already short pajamas turned into a mini version on Seraphine.
The top that was enough to cover Zeri's crotch only covered Seraphine's navel, and the loose shorts also turned into hot pants on Seraphine that made people feel parched. A pair of straight long legs were white, reflecting gentle moonlight like congealed fat even at night.
Poking her head out the door, Seraphine could feel herself a bit excited—because of her innate ability, when Seraphine was young and hadn't mastered this talent yet, to prevent Seraphine from getting hurt, Seraphine lived carefully in her room for a long time. Even when going out, she had to wear thick earmuffs and Hextech soundproofing devices to prevent being affected by chaotic melodies.
Only later when Seraphine gradually mastered this power did she have the ability to walk on the street. But even so, Seraphine lost many friends... because too many people couldn't understand the melody Seraphine described.
And now, finding someone who could understand her melody, and also finding a female friend she admired, made Seraphine who came to the corridor impatient to try participating in the first girls' gathering in her life.
What should we talk about? Hmm, don't think about this first! Go see if Miss Zeri is asleep first!
Compared to Seraphine's thoughts, Zeri's thoughts, or rather state, were much more straightforward, simple, or frank.
About half an hour ago.
"My room is right around the corner next door. You can come find me if anything happens." Smiling at Seraphine, Zeri's legs were slightly close together, tight jeans highlighting her beautiful body curves vividly. Faen stood behind her. Although not entering the room yet, Zeri could already feel the steaming heat from behind.
Large use of joy factor made Zeri very sensitive to some of Faen's aura. Especially last night doing it until noon the next day, that intense touch guided by heat breath made Zeri's body enter last night's state almost instantly.
All over her body was ready. Zeri could feel her shameful place had begun to moisten, squirm, and swell with congestion, propping up an obvious W in the middle of tight jeans.
Fortunately, it was already night, and Seraphine who just came to Zeri's home was still curious, so she didn't notice. Knowing Seraphine could read others' melodies, Zeri tensed her spirit to prevent her image from collapsing in front of this cute naive sister.
"Rest, rest early." Just speaking, Zeri suddenly felt a pair of hands reach into her perky buttocks from the waist behind, making Zeri twist her legs more uneasily.
"Okay, goodnight to Miss Zeri and Mr. Faen too!" Seraphine glanced curiously at Zeri whose face was like red clouds. Although curious, in Seraphine's perception, Zeri's emotions were full of joy—actually it was shielding from Faen.
Ordinary people couldn't perceive prying in the spirit realm, but Seraphine's understanding of the spirit realm... at least for Faen, was still too shallow.
While one of Faen's hands was busy exploring and touching the jade valley and secluded gate, he just smiled and nodded, then waved to the girl with his other hand, simply said goodnight, and turned to leave.
Waiting until crossing the corner, Zeri immediately couldn't help squatting on the ground sticking out her tongue, eyes rolling up slightly, panting rapidly uncontrollably.
Faen also released the water control at this time, which made the flowing water secreted in Zeri's body for a long time but unable to be released instantly soak a large patch of pants.
Waiting until the water flow was released, Zeri looked back at Faen dissatisfiedly, then squatted with legs spread in front of Faen under his smiling gaze. Her lips and teeth unzipped the zipper, picking up the boon like a baguette and eating fiercely. The other hand wasn't idle either, constantly rubbing between that plentiful W to relieve the hunger of the small mouth. Unfortunately, having tasted real delicacy, this level of soothing didn't satisfy the small mouth at all, instead secreting more and more saliva because of this forced shallow stop.
About ten minutes later, Faen pulled Zeri's small braid, pulling fiercely towards his waist amidst the girl's expression of one part discomfort, two parts haziness, and seven parts satisfaction.
The girl's slender throat almost instantly had a protruding rod shadow. The fragrant tongue cushioning the lower teeth licked constantly, and the esophagus also contracted instinctively. Only ending barely after a dozen seconds, the girl collapsed on the ground spreading her legs the moment she spat out the boon, opening her arms and hands towards Faen with a face full of longing.