“It wasn’t Qianye but a different yet interesting opponent.” Basil became rather vague halfway through.

All eyes in the room fell upon him. Basil was finding this opponent interesting after taking such a beating? When did the arachne have such inclinations?

Grand Duke Minica said, “Who else in this region is strong enough to make you so miserable? If there really is one, I guess His Highness Predica’s observation of fate is no longer as accurate as it used to be.”

Noxus snorted. “We have no intention of questioning a prophet, but we will not allow anyone to doubt our valor.”

Predica said indifferently, “Both Qianye and Nighteye’s fate trajectories are very difficult to track. Even I can only see a blurry outline, especially now that I must pay more attention to Nighteye.”

The room quieted down for a bit as Noxus maintained a poker face. A demonkin warlock becoming so humble, that wasn’t a good thing.

Minica was somewhat moved. “His Majesty’s decree seems…”

Predica replied, “I know what His Majesty’s orders are, but I have a feeling that Nighteye’s effect on fate is no smaller than Qianye. It might be even greater.”

Minica was even more shaken. “Isn’t Great Monarch Sousa going after her?”

Predica shook...