Chapter 227 Special Envoy "Oliana"?
I don’t know how much time has passed.
Riven opened her eyes.
She saw the unfamiliar ceiling, the closed room, and the dim lights.
The shaking feeling, the damp and moldy smell, and the extremely limited space in the room all reminded her that she was now at sea, on an unfamiliar ship.
"I... am not dead yet?" Riven collapsed in a daze for a long time before she finally uttered a difficult sound like a living person.
She did what Marit asked of her.
She survived.
But...is it really worth being happy about being alive?
No, not at all.
Riven lay on this bed that no one knew who it belonged to, not asking about the present, not thinking about the future, just immersed in the past.
The empire for which she had fought for half her life betrayed her.
The sworn brother whom she regarded as a relative died for her.
What did she have left? A worthless life that was barely surviving, and a blood debt owed to the empire.
Thinking of this, Riven's eyes were filled with emptiness.
Confused, she looked at the cabinet beside the bed - there was a fruit knife on it.
The knife is not long and not sharp, but it is enough to cut the neck.
"..." Riven stretched out her hand as if possessed by some mysterious force .
But it stopped painfully in mid-air.
She promised Marit that she would live. Even if it was just for this promise, she would live.
Riven held her head in pain.
She really felt the pain, it was like an illusion, but it was not an illusion.
At this moment, the cabin door was suddenly pushed open.
"Ah!" A girl with black hair and black eyes, but with cat ears, and with both Ionian human and Vastayan orc ancestry, looked at her in surprise: "Oh my God, you, you are awake?!"
"I thought you were going to die!"
Riven: “…”
"Why aren't you talking?" The cat-eared girl muttered to herself, "Could it be that you've been floating in the sea for too long and lost your memory? That's right, when we found you, you were completely swollen. We thought we had fished out a floating corpse, but it turned out to be a living person. And you're so lucky that you recovered on your own after just some medicine..."
The cat-eared girl seemed to be a chatterbox and couldn't stop once she started talking.
"Um..." Riven finally spoke tentatively: "Where am I now? And where are you?"
"We are on our way back to Ionia from the Twin Cities. We are merchants from Ionia doing business in Zaun and Piltover." The girl replied.
"Ionians..." Riven had mixed feelings.
If the incident in Piltover had not interfered with the group's battle plan, she would probably have followed Amystan and embarked on a long journey to invade Ionia.
But now, it was the Ionians who saved her.
And for some reason, this Ionian girl seemed to care about her very much.
This made it difficult for her to adapt for a while.
Riven was deep in thought when the cat-eared girl said to her, "I'm sorry. I don't know how you got so far away from Zaun, but we are on our way back now. We are very far away from the Twin Cities. We can't take you back to Zaun."
"We can't make a special trip just for you. So you must return to Ionia with us first, and then find another ship to go home."
"Huh?" Riven was slightly stunned.
Zuan? Why did this girl say that she wanted to return to Zuan?
"Hey, stop pretending." Riven looked confused, but the cat-eared girl patted her shoulder in a familiar manner: "I know that you are also a friend of us Ionians who are fighting against the tyranny of Noxus."
friend?
Riven was even more speechless.
She almost followed the Empire to Ionia to kill people, so how could she be a friend of the Ionians?
She was clearly just a butcher knife of Noxus... well, she had used up her "durability" and was ruthlessly abandoned.
"Still pretending?" The cat-eared girl smiled and pouted: "Friend, when I helped you change your clothes, I saw your 'treasure' hidden in the innermost."
As she spoke, she opened the bedside table and pulled out a booklet that had been soaked by sea water but carefully dried.
All I saw on the booklet was: "A Brief Account of Gana's Thoughts."
"You carry this booklet with you, carefully hiding it in the innermost pocket of your clothes. If I'm right, you must be the leader from Zaun!"
"I was there when the goddess Janna descended. My God, I wish the Ionians could have such a great goddess as her. Unfortunately, we don't have a leader like you..."
"It seems that our messy sects such as the Kinkou, Shoji, and Eternal are not very effective in front of the Noxians. My friend, let me ask you, is it too late for us to convert to Janna now?"
Riven: “…”
"No, young lady." She swallowed awkwardly, "You seem to have misunderstood something."
"Tsk, are you still pretending?" The cat-eared girl asked with her hands on her hips, "Orianna, do you not trust us Ionians?"
"It's clearly written in your booklet that you are the leader!"
Riven: “???”
Why is she called Orianna?
She didn't say her name either.
Wait... that "Jana Thoughts in Brief" was something she stole from Orianna a week ago. Could it be?
Sure enough, the cat-eared girl opened the booklet, and on the title page was clearly written a line of large characters in classical Chinese:
"I am willing to fight for the cause of Jannaism for my whole life—"
"The leader, Orianna Levik."
Riven was silent again.
The cat-eared girl looked at her with a warm and touching smile: "The Wind Leader is the enemy of Noxus, then you are our Ionian friends. You can trust me, Orianna."
"I..." Riven's voice was a little difficult.
"No, I'm not." She lowered her head.
She didn't know why, but looking at the girl's concerned eyes, she felt extremely ashamed and embarrassed.
"Really?" The cat-eared girl still seemed unconvinced.
"Yeah." Riven didn't dare to look at her.
"Okay—" The cat-eared girl seemed to have accepted this reality honestly.
But while Riven was thinking, she randomly turned to a page and asked unexpectedly, "What is the core idea of Jannaism philosophy?"
"Unity of opposites." Riven, who had been studying on her own for a week, answered subconsciously.
“Hehe.” The girl laughed: “You’re still saying no? I think you can recite everything in this booklet!”
Riven: “…”
Before she could respond, the cat-eared girl asked her again: "Orianna, you are out to sea alone. Are you carrying out some special mission?"
"Can you tell me these things? If you need anything, we can all find a way to help you."
"No..." Riven was caught off guard by the other party's enthusiasm: "No need."
"So you're still going back to Zaun?" The cat-eared girl said to herself, "Well, I see you don't have any money. Once the boat docks, I'll help you contact the boatman going to Shuangcheng and take you back on the way."
Return to the Twin Cities?
“No.” Riven refused instinctively again: “No, no need… Just leave me in Ionia. I’m not going back.”
"You..." The cat-eared girl was stunned for a moment.
Then his eyes lit up: "You, you want to go to Ionia?"
"Uh...what's wrong?" Riven was confused.
“You, you, you, you…” The cat-eared girl shed tears excitedly: “I knew that you leaders would come to Ionia to help us sooner or later!”
"Orianna, you are the messenger sent by the goddess Janna to save us, right?"
Riven avoided the burning gaze in shame.
She wanted to clarify, but somehow she was afraid. She didn't dare to tell the truth in front of this kind Ionian, revealing her true identity full of sin.
The cat-eared girl finally responded: "Oh, I forgot...'God's Messenger', that's not what you leaders call you."
"According to you, Orianna, you should be——"
"The Wind Leader Association's special envoy to Ionia, right?"
