Before the public speech of the Runic Blade Legion began.
LeBlanc was a person of considerable action.
After ending the meeting about the arrival of the Runic Blade Legion, returning to her room, LeBlanc thought simply for a while and quietly came to Faen's room alone.
And Faen didn't feel any surprise at LeBlanc's arrival. Sitting on one side of the table, he obviously had guessed early on what choice LeBlanc would make. After all, although in the conference room LeBlanc was unperturbed from beginning to end, even when hearing she could become the main body she only stayed silent briefly. But actually, in the spirit realm, Faen could clearly see LeBlanc's thoughts fluctuating violently at this instant.
And meeting Faen's gaze, LeBlanc also fell into a brief silence.
Unlike before, when in the conference room previously, LeBlanc gave the impression of always ambiguously tempting Faen on the side. But now, alone in private, looking at Faen, LeBlanc gave an exceptionally composed and calm feeling instead.
But looking at each other with Faen, LeBlanc quickly withdrew her gaze.
As an understanding person, and also as a smart person, LeBlanc knew her value very well—for Faen, her most valuable thing was undoubtedly her memory and the thinking logic similar to the main body.
Even if because some memories were fake, this logical similarity wasn't absolutely consistent. But as long as it existed, it could be referenced. Let alone herself as a real illusion personally shaped by LeBlanc real enough to pass off as genuine, still having a part of LeBlanc's essence inside her body?
It sounded very important, but for Faen, this still only provided some references, got some extra options, enabling him to know some parts unpredictable in the prophecy.
It sounded like this could let LeBlanc hold out for a better price. But actually, LeBlanc knew she had no uniqueness for Faen. Because one could guess with their heels that the main body must have shaped many real illusions similar to herself. Just like the anger and despair she felt now, LeBlanc was sure that once she tried to raise the price on the spot, then Faen definitely wouldn't let go of this opportunity to kill the chicken to warn the monkey, simply ending her existence, and keeping this footage to show it when encountering the next real illusion...
And besides this point, Faen maintained LeBlanc's existence, and according to what Faen said, could provide the opportunity for the illusion to become official... Just this point made the benefits and things LeBlanc could bring Faen eclipse in comparison.
After all, for an existence like LeBlanc, the immortals they knew might not be many, but definitely not few. Especially for a prophet, wanting to specially find some immortals to provide advice and more detailed intelligence wasn't difficult.
And the reason she could climb up Faen's high branch was also because the current Faen was still young in the spirit realm—LeBlanc had more or less realized why Faen wanted Zaun to become better.
This was absolutely not simply because Faen was a good person overflowing with sympathy, but because this collective emotion was of great benefit to Faen. And judging by the trend of this emotion, Faen's primitive accumulation was already successful. In Piltover's terms, he was just one step away from ringing the bell to go public.
Since there was an opportunity to join such a team...
Brief silence, LeBlanc also took a deep breath, then looking straight into Faen's eyes, stepped by step came to the front.
"Actually Master has known all along, I have no choice, or rather I only have one choice, and I have already made the choice... right?"
Saying this, LeBlanc gently knelt down, looking up at Faen from bottom to top without avoiding anything, simultaneously expressing her choice and showing her submission with words and actions.
"After all, for Master, I don't have indispensable uniqueness, my value is limited, even my existence needs Master's maintenance. And what Master can bring me, besides revenge, is the opportunity to become the real LeBlanc..."
While speaking, LeBlanc swallowed, then under Faen's gaze gently bit the zipper with her shell teeth and pulled it down. Accompanied by LeBlanc's action, the baguette expanding at an astonishing speed slapped directly on LeBlanc's face accompanied by a burst of vigorous hot air.
The scorching hot baguette pressed closely against the smooth face, strong masculine scent entered the brain through the nasal cavity. Through the touch on the face, LeBlanc could clearly feel what amazing life vitality was being transported in the hard veins fiercely coiling like old tree roots.
And at this same time, LeBlanc could clearly feel the Joy Mark on her abdomen had already started to activate. That bewitching pattern wriggled and heated up constantly on her lower abdomen. Before LeBlanc could react, the womb had already started to constantly transmit desire signals, and consequently the tight flower path also started to squirm constantly, secreting spring juice. As if thousands of wet slug-like small bugs were crawling and twisting back and forth, making people feel a burst of heat and itching.
But inheriting the memory and thinking method of LeBlanc's main body after all, even under such bodily reaction, the expression between LeBlanc's brows still maintained calmness and clarity. It was just that this expression in the bottom of her eyes couldn't truly cover up the changes in LeBlanc's body. Instead, in this calmness, her body's reaction became increasingly intense. Because her existence was entirely supported by the Joy Mark, the degree of influence she received also caught up from behind.
If saying Zeri was already marinated in flavor, but her body still retained her own style, for example suddenly clamping tight accompanied by magic power, violent contractions and so on. Then LeBlanc, under the effect of the mark, completely turned into Faen's shape. Look, it hadn't even started yet, LeBlanc had already felt her plump breasts feeling a burst of swelling. Her whole body wasn't even for herself to get pleasure, but wishing she could immediately throw herself onto Faen's body letting him toy with and abuse her, making the other party happy.
Feeling the strong impulse in her body that even ignored LeBlanc's self-consciousness and self-feelings, a rather helpless self-deprecation was added to the corner of LeBlanc's mouth.
"That main body of mine has been an old virgin for thousands of years. I didn't expect that after I, this clone, knew I was fake, I would degenerate into a lowly lust slave so quickly..."
While speaking, LeBlanc kissed constantly, leaving light purple hickeys on the steaming baguette.
"Really hope to let that main body of mine also feel this humiliation."