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"New message!"
Link raised an eyebrow and found an excuse to leave the warehouse, leaving Singed, Vander, and Janna alone inside.
With Janna there, Vander probably wouldn't tear Singed apart on the spot.
Besides, Vander was Singed's creation, so Singed likely had a way to counter him.
As for the grudge between the two—
Link didn't want to get involved, nor did he have the time. He just hoped they could work it out themselves.
It had to be said, the two of them did have something in common.
They were both devoted fathers.
One wanted to create a world without death or pain for his daughter, while the other, even as a beast, couldn't forget his own child.
And the feud between two doting fathers?
Hard to judge!
Returning to his lab, Link set the spider helmet aside and began dismantling his exoskeleton armor.
After removing the armor and placing it on the storage rack, he headed to the main house to draw himself a bath.
He'd been so busy with experiments lately that he hadn't had time to take care of himself.
Now that he had a moment, it was time to clean up.
Sinking into the bathtub, Link let out a satisfied groan. "This feels amazing!"
Relaxing in the warm water, he opened the mailbox to check the latest message.
**[Enough, Black Rose!
Do you really think I'm a child?
First, you killed my friend, then impersonated my brother to provoke me, and now you're trying to drive a wedge between me and my mother with your schemes.
And now you're playing this game again!
I'm telling you, this isn't over. I'm on my way back to Noxus, and when I get there, I'll purge every last one of you!!]**
"Wow, that's a lot of anger and killing intent!" Link muttered, clicking his tongue. "Looks like this is Mel from the future, responding to the letter I sent. But since I've already altered the timeline, the events she's describing shouldn't happen in my timeline."
"From the content of the letter, she's probably at the end of Arcane Season 2, Episode 9."
"At that point, the conflict in the Twin Cities ends messily, and Mel inherits Ambessa's legacy, leading her remaining forces back to Noxus."
Link quickly realized that this Mel was from a different timeline.
Based on his analysis, after he altered the events of the memorial service attack, the subsequent plot and timeline had been rewritten.
Taking the memorial service attack as a key turning point, Link's timeline was the altered one, while Mel's timeline followed the original storyline.
In other words, he was receiving letters from a future Mel in the original timeline.
"Hmm—" Link thought for a moment, then began drafting a reply.
**[First of all, Miss Mel,
I am not affiliated with the Black Rose!
Secondly, I want to assure you that you are indeed receiving letters from another timeline.
In my timeline, we're at the point after the memorial service attack but before Jayce's disappearance.
The key difference between your timeline and mine is that, with the help of people from another timeline, I've altered the events of the memorial service attack, preventing your mother, Ambessa, from interfering in Piltover's affairs.
Without her involvement, the subsequent events never happened.
I believe you can understand what my timeline represents.
I can save your mother in this timeline, and even change your own fate.
So, what do you say? Want to work together?
You've already experienced the pain of losing friends and your mother. Surely, you wouldn't want the other version of yourself to go through that again.
After all, why tear away the umbrella from another version of yourself when you've already been drenched in the rain?
Do you really want to see Irelia die because of the Black Rose again?]**
After sending the letter, Link soaked in the tub for a while longer before starting to wash up.
By the time he finished his bath and changed into fresh clothes, Mel's reply had arrived.
**[You're not content with deceiving me, so now you're using Irelia to provoke me?
You despicable, cunning villain!
I swear, I'll catch you and hang you from the gallows!
Mark my words!]**
Link clicked his tongue. Had Mel developed PTSD from the Black Rose's schemes?
This was going to be tricky.
The future Mel had inherited Ambessa's legacy, which meant she had access to the runic amulets Ambessa had used.
Those amulets could absorb magic, making them incredibly useful for him right now.
After all, most weapons that utilized Hextech crystals relied on energy attacks, and the runic amulets would be an effective counter.
As for physical attacks like Vi's gauntlets or Jayce's hammer, his exoskeleton would suffice.
Plus, with the Black Rose still active in the shadows, having the amulets would give him a way to escape if things went south.
If only he had access to petricite, things would be so much easier.
That stuff was truly invaluable.
Since he didn't have petricite, his only option was to get the runic amulets from the future Mel.
Besides the amulets, Link also needed to influence the council through Mel to bring about change in Piltover.
With the help of the future Mel, he could easily win over the Mel in his own timeline.
Aside from Mel, Salo was also on his list.
That's why he had Singed working on a potion to cure disabilities. With Singed's potion and his exoskeleton, Salo would be able to walk again, preventing him from seeking out Viktor and increasing his followers.
Ugh, the mechanical messiah. What a headache.
"What a mess," Link muttered, but he still patiently drafted a reply.
**[Miss Mel, I understand your wariness, given the Black Rose's schemes and attacks.
But please believe me, I mean you no harm. I only want to help you.
So, give me a chance—a chance to prove myself!]**
After sending the letter, Link headed to the workshop to design an exoskeleton to help Salo walk again.
Just as he finished sketching the initial design, another letter from Mel arrived.
**[A chance to prove yourself?
Hah, you're really making me laugh now!
Fine, since you want to play, I'll play along.
You said you wanted to prove yourself, right? Then go get me a personal item from the Mel in your timeline!]**
Reading this, Link frowned for a moment, then chuckled and continued refining his design.
"You want a personal item? Fine, I'll give you a personal item!"
Later that evening,
Medarda Estate.
Irelia hurried down the hallway toward Mel's bedroom.
As Mel's assistant, she was responsible not only for work matters but also for managing Mel's personal life.
These past few days had been tough for Mel. Although the memorial service attack had been thwarted with the help of that mysterious individual, the subsequent investigation had hit a wall.
The Chem-Baroness Ren, despite being under heavy guard in Stillwater Prison, had been killed—a clean slash across the throat.
Ren's death made it even harder to trace the mastermind behind the memorial service attack.
Ambessa was still scheming, working with Salo and other council members to stir up trouble.
Piltover was on edge, with rumors spreading like wildfire, making it difficult to maintain stability.
Mel hadn't been back to the estate in a while, staying at the council building day and night to ensure she could respond quickly if anything happened.
All her personal needs were handled by Irelia.
This time, Irelia had returned to the estate to fetch some of Mel's personal belongings and a few items from her bedroom.
Despite the chaos, Mel had a plan.
She had reached out to House Ferros of the Bluewind Estate to organize another evaluation fair, aiming to recruit skilled artisans.
To outsiders, holding an evaluation fair at such a time might seem unwise.
But the fair was just a means to an end—a way to show the people that the council still had the confidence and means to restore order.
Of course, the fair was also an opportunity for those with ulterior motives.
To prevent that, Mel had specifically contacted House Ferros, a powerful family that had kept a low profile in Piltover for years.
Rumor had it that they had shifted their focus from Piltover to ventures in Shurima and Ixtal years ago. Their influence spanned half of Runeterra, with operations in Demacia, Noxus, and even Bilgewater.
And in Piltover, their hidden power was immense, though few knew the extent of it.
Mel was currently shouldering the burden alone. With Ambessa eyeing Piltover and internal conflicts brewing, even Councilor Jayce was too distraught over his friend's disappearance to focus on his duties.
Even the new head of House Giopara was running around, trying to uncover the truth behind the memorial service attack.
All the pressure fell on Mel, forcing her to seek House Ferros' support.
With their backing, her plans would be much easier to execute.
Lost in thought, Irelia pushed open the door to Mel's bedroom.
But as soon as she stepped inside, she froze.
Where was the bed?
Where was the sofa?
Where were the paintings?
Where was the carpet?
Even the curtains were gone!
Irelia stepped back, wondering if she had entered the wrong room.
After double-checking, she confirmed she was in the right place.
"The Medarda Estate... was robbed?!"
Irelia's jaw dropped in disbelief.
Who would dare steal from House Medarda, from a council member?
What was happening to Piltover?!