Arcane: The Gods Want Me to Pick a Route-Chapter 141: Are We Going on Our Honeymoon? Anyway, With You…

Chapter 141: Chapter 141: Are We Going on Our Honeymoon? Anyway, With You...

Singed didn’t thank him over and over. The doctor wasn’t the sentimental type. He just carved Logan’s words deep into his memory and did exactly as Logan said—placing Orianna’s body back into the cabinet again. After fastening the safety lock, Singed pumped the cabinet full of medicinal solution, preserving Orianna properly.

"At most three months, Doctor. We just need to wait a little longer."

After saying that, Logan left. Singed remained alone in the room, sitting quietly at the edge of the bed, watching Orianna’s body.

The voice he’d heard just now hadn’t been his imagination. That really had been Orianna’s voice. She... had called to him.

He didn’t know where she was right now, but when Logan mentioned that place, he’d been smiling—which meant it shouldn’t be bad.

At the very least, Singed believed it wouldn’t be worse than being sealed inside this stifling cabinet.

Three months wasn’t long. For Singed, who had already waited more than ten years, waiting three more months was nothing. And besides... Singed suddenly realized that, aside from Orianna, he seemed to have gained another tether in this world.

His life wasn’t only Orianna anymore. Now, he had other things he could do—so time would pass quickly.

"Using medicine to help humanity...?"

Singed lowered his head and stared at his hands, eyes widening as faint lines creased his forehead. He had no eyebrows, but the wrinkles on his brow still made it look like he’d raised one.

"Then... I’ll try."

He murmured softly. Beneath the bandages, the corner of his mouth tugged into a smile.

Then he reached up through the wrappings and touched the edge of his lips, as if thinking... maybe he could start by making a potion to repair his face.

After all, it wouldn’t be good for Orianna to see him like this.

And hadn’t Silco brought it up a long time ago—asking him to make something like that? Back then, Singed had been in no mood for it, so he’d ignored Silco completely.

But now... he seemed to understand what Silco had meant.

A father really would want his daughter to see a better side of him.

After leaving Singed’s place, Logan didn’t go back to the weapons testing site. Instead, he headed straight home. He wanted to see what Jinx was up to today. Lately, she somehow seemed even busier than him—heading out early in the morning and not coming back until evening.

Logan planned to tell her in advance about taking her to Ionia, so she could start preparing early.

Because on this trip, ideally, Logan wanted to visit more than just one place. And other regions weren’t like the Twin Cities, where you could get anything you wanted. Zaun and Piltover together truly had goods from all over the world.

Logan wasn’t exaggerating. Take Icathia—the place tainted by the Void. Even ancient relics left behind there? Zaun and Piltover had plenty of them.

Do people even understand what it means to be the jewel of trade among Runeterra’s city-states?

From the Freljord in the north, to Demacia in the west, down to Icathia in the south, and Ionia in the east—there was nothing the Twin Cities couldn’t get. If the money was right, they could get their hands on just about anything.

And that was exactly why traveling meant preparing in advance—bringing plenty of things so life wouldn’t be inconvenient once you were out there. Basic daily supplies, shampoo, toothpaste... in other places you might not even be able to buy them.

Logan had even heard Ekko say that some Freljord people still cleaned their teeth with charcoal and salt. And even deeper in, where they couldn’t trade with outsiders at all, some locals didn’t have the habit of brushing their teeth... or even bathing.

So... did that mean Ashe, who looked so pale and pretty in the games, might actually be kind of stinky in real life?

Logan thought about it in a weird mood—then laughed and rejected the idea himself.

That probably wouldn’t happen. Ashe was Iceborn, after all—a woman with a magical constitution. Her situation was special.

People who could survive in the Freljord—especially the far north—tended to have unusual bodies. At that point they barely counted as normal humans anymore. Their physical strength was even more absurd than Demacians.

That was probably why Darius once led a group to fight the Winter’s Claw... and ended up getting wiped out alongside them, never even laying eyes on Sejuani.

And besides, with the Freljord’s environment, it seemed genuinely hard to get filthy and smelly.

After all, it was the kind of place where if you weren’t careful while taking a leak, you could practically end up making a popsicle.

When Logan got home, he ran into Isha—she was also walking back from a different street, and they bumped into each other right at the door.

Isha had just come back from Viktor’s. The moment she saw Logan, she got excited, pattering over and throwing her arms around his waist, looking up at him.

Logan smiled and reached out to rub her head. Back when she was smaller, she used to hug his leg. Now she could wrap her arms around his waist.

Over the past two years, little Isha had grown a lot. Her soft, round baby face had started to change—she’d shed some of that childishness and was starting to look like she’d grow up pretty. And when she opened her mouth now, she wasn’t missing her two front teeth anymore.

She was past the awkward tooth-changing stage.

Even her once-rough, dull hair had become soft and fluffy. Isha’s hair curled naturally—unless you styled it every day, it was never going to fall perfectly straight. She’d gone from scruffy little puppy to adorable little puppy.

And her eyes were especially big—bright, lively, clever-looking in a way that made her seem mischievous and lovable all at once.

"Isha, where’s your sister?" Logan bent down, lifted her up, and pressed his cheek to hers.

Sometimes... Logan honestly felt like he wasn’t raising a little sister, but a daughter.

No... if you counted Jinx too, hadn’t it once felt like he was raising two daughters?

Isha shook her head and started gesturing with her hands, meaning she didn’t know where Jinx had gone either.

That morning, Vi—who’d come over early to mooch breakfast—had escorted Isha to Viktor’s so she could study. Isha had only just left Viktor’s with another enforcer accompanying her home. During that whole stretch, how would she have had any chance to see her sister?

"Then that’s strange..." Logan muttered.

All day today, aside from the morning, Logan hadn’t seen Jinx anywhere.

After breakfast, Logan had gone to the Zaun council building, met up with Silco and Vander and the others, then headed to Piltover to review the Twin Cities’ weapons testing results with Piltover’s councilors. And during that time, Jinx had already vanished.

Seriously—wasn’t she the one who said she was going to cling to him every day?

So why was it that the longer he stayed back in Zaun, the more she started running around?

Women, honestly—she never kept her word!

When Logan had first returned to Zaun, she’d been attached to him like a charm, clinging to him from morning to night. Wherever Logan went, she went too.

There were even two days where Logan had to carry her on his back during meetings—Aunt Marna laughed so hard she couldn’t stop. Vi even mocked him, asking where he’d bought that "human backpack," because she’d never seen one for sale in Zaun.

Jinx had been so furious she yelled that Vi was just sour grapes. Then the two sisters started tearing into each other right there in the meeting.

One of them insisted she wasn’t clingy at all. The other shot back that even if she wanted to cling, she didn’t have the chance—because the lady enforcer still hadn’t managed to land anyone yet.

Their fight made the meeting end in a total mess.

Logan dragged Jinx away while she snapped and flailed, and Vander dragged Vi away while her face was red with anger.

After getting inside, setting Isha down, Logan went to the bedroom first. The room wasn’t big, but it was cozy, carrying a faint, clean fragrance. On the bedside cabinet sat a photo of Logan and Jinx together. Beside it was another framed picture of Logan, Jinx, and Isha.

The blanket on the bed was piled up in chaotic lumps—Jinx’s handiwork.

Logan usually got up earlier than Jinx. She’d stay in bed until he finished cooking, so folding the blanket was "her job." But Jinx’s version of folding was basically just scrunching it hard and shoving it against the wall.

No one was in the room. Jinx really wasn’t home yet.

"Isha, what do you want for dinner?" Since Jinx still hadn’t returned, Logan went to Isha’s room and asked from the doorway.

Isha hadn’t closed her door. She was sitting on the floor, organizing her schoolbag and taking out the homework Viktor had assigned. She’d been planning to start on it, but the moment she heard Logan’s voice, she immediately dropped everything and ran over barefoot, then started gesturing.

"Lamb, huh? Alright. We’ll make lamb soup tonight, and have some bread to dip in it." Logan nodded.

Isha’s eyes lit up and she nodded hard, practically drooling.

Then she stopped thinking about homework entirely and went to the kitchen to help Logan. The little thing was ridiculously diligent—whatever Logan asked her to do, she’d dart off in her slippers and do it fast.

Logan chopped bone-in lamb into big chunks and tossed them into the pot, cooking dinner.

By evening, the soup was finally done. Logan was just about to grab a bowl and ladle it out when his ear twitched. He lowered his head and chuckled.

Jinx was back.

Jinxie always arrived before her body did—she’d come in humming some weird little tune, long legs striding with that swagger like she owned the world.

"Whoa, that smells amazing!"

"Logan, what did you make?" The moment she caught the scent of meat, Jinx rushed straight into the kitchen.

Logan turned around and looked at her, and his eyes brightened.

Her outfit today was seriously cool.

On top, she wore a black cropped tee and a blue denim jacket. But on the bottom—short black hot pants, showing off long, pale legs that were impossible to ignore. With black boots and her hair tied into a short ponytail, she looked sharp as hell.

Jinx’s proportions really were insane—especially her legs. Pale, straight, and now that Logan had gotten her eating properly again, she’d put on some healthy weight. She looked nothing like the skinny, mantis-thin version of herself from when Logan first got back.

The hot pants hugged her thighs, making them look soft and full, while her calves stayed sleek and smooth—paired with those black boots...

Logan had to admit: Caitlyn’s legs were long, sure, but no. Not like this.

Too tall. Legs that long started to look unbalanced.

Jinx’s were just right.

"Where’d you go now?" Logan asked, looking at her.

"Some girls from Piltover invited me to see horses, so I went up to play around a bit." Jinx dropped into a chair at the table and slapped the tabletop twice, signaling Logan to hurry up and serve the food. She’d been out all day and she was starving.

"Karina?"

"When did you get that close with them?" Logan said, amused.

"They invited me. They were being way too nice, and I couldn’t really refuse. Hmph. It’s not like I’m that close with them." Jinx said it like she was annoyed.

Then she leaned forward, excited again. "But Logan—can I buy a horse and raise it?"

"Why would you suddenly want to raise a horse?"

As Zaun’s ruler, if Logan wanted horses, Piltover’s elites would deliver the finest ones to his doorstep. But... did they really need one?

Besides, wasn’t Logan faster than a horse anyway?

And their house was tiny. Even if they bought one, where would they keep it?

"Karina and the others all know how to ride. I tried it, but the horse wouldn’t listen to me. I even pulled out a gun and threatened it, and it still wouldn’t let me ride. That horse has no respect!" Jinx complained, clearly offended.

Ever since the Twin Cities banquet, Karina had often invited Jinx to Piltover to hang out. Sometimes it was a tea party at her family’s estate. Jinx loved eating, sure—but sitting in a garden all afternoon nibbling pastries and sipping tea? That was torture.

She hated being bored.

So Karina started changing the activities—taking Jinx to shoot, ride horses, watch theater performances, stuff like that.

In other words, just like Logan had thought: Jinx really did have friends now.

"About buying a horse—we can talk about it after we get back," Logan said as he set a bowl piled with lamb in front of her, thinking it over.

Once Zaun expanded into new land and officially put that back area to use, they could consider building Jinx a small stable and paddock.

If she liked it, then fine—why not? Logan wasn’t short on money.

The reason they still lived here wasn’t because Logan was poor. Zaun wasn’t poor anymore. Compared to Piltover, sure—Zaun was still "poor."

But compared to other city-states? Zaun was already wealthy.

In Zaun now, as long as you were willing to work, you could eat your fill. Factories were opening everywhere, and jobs weren’t hard to find.

Logan, Silco, Vander—they weren’t really people who knew how to indulge. They were idealists. They didn’t think about hoarding wealth for themselves. So as long as Zaunites worked hard, their lives kept improving. Their wages were high enough that even after daily living, they still had extra to spend on entertainment.

Across Runeterra, the only places that could pull that off were Piltover and Zaun.

Even Demacia, famous for prosperity, couldn’t—though that was partly because Demacia’s population was several times larger than Zaun’s.

The reason Logan still lived here was simple: he’d gotten used to it. This small home held memories for Logan, Jinx, and Isha. It was small, but warm.

Logan was the nostalgic type. Changing environments might be good... but if he didn’t have to move, he preferred not to.

Sometimes, he really was kind of lazy.

"Get back?" Jinx caught the key phrase immediately. She bit into a chunk of meat and stared at Logan, then hurriedly swallowed and shouted, "What do you mean, Logan? Are we going out? You’re taking me out to play?!"

"Is this a honeymoon?" she squealed, practically bouncing.

Logan looked completely baffled. "A honeymoon? Wait—where did you learn that word?"

"Karina told me. She said Piltover nobles, after they get married, all go out for half a month or a whole month. They say it’s to build the relationship between husband and wife and lay a good foundation for their future life together."

"Logan, are you taking me on a honeymoon?" Jinx beamed so brightly her whole face looked like sunshine.

"Jinx, we’re not married yet..." Logan said, speechless.

"Then we’ll get married tomorrow!" she declared.

"...What?"

"Jinx, marriage isn’t something you do on a whim. We have to invite a lot of people to witness it."

"What kind of logic is that? I’m marrying you—why do we need other people to witness it?" Jinx genuinely didn’t understand.

She bit the end of her chopsticks, totally confused. Before she met Logan, she’d never imagined she’d get married. She’d never imagined she’d fall for someone.

Back then, she’d been lost. After Vi left, she didn’t even know what she was doing anymore. Whatever Silco told her to do, she did.

But now it was different.

Meeting Logan, being with him—she’d started having her own thoughts, her own life, the kind of future she actually wanted.

Like how she’d been going up to Piltover to hang out with Karina and the others lately. She acted like she was forced into it, like Karina was just too enthusiastic and she had no choice...

But what was the truth?

The truth was that the moment Karina sent someone to invite her, she’d go sprinting up to the Upper City, chatting with a bunch of noble girls and learning things she’d never understood before.

Love—being partners—wasn’t a relationship of taking from each other. It was supporting each other, giving one another strength.

Because of Logan, Jinx had started loving life again. She felt hopeful about tomorrow. Every morning she woke up, she’d stretch, full of energy, excited to see what the day might bring.

Because of Jinx, Logan—the "outsider"—finally had a home in Runeterra. He wasn’t just passing through anymore. He’d truly become part of this world.

"If Vander and Silco find out I married you on a whim without telling them, they’d both come after me like they want to kill me," Logan complained.

Jinx waved her chopsticks and shouted, "It’s fine, Logan! I’ll stop them! They’ll listen to me!"

Beside them, Isha looked from her sister to her brother, eyes shining.

If her brother and sister really got married... then she’d be the flower girl, right?

Even if she might be a little old for it... Isha was absolutely going to be the flower girl!

"Alright, settle down. Marriage can wait. This time we’re going out with a mission," Logan said, reaching out to tap Jinx on the forehead when she got too excited.

Then he added, "Singed is coming with us, too."

"Fine..." Hearing Singed would be coming, Jinx pouted immediately. Then she asked, "Are we not taking Isha with us?"

Isha quickly looked at Logan and puffed out her chest.

Logan laughed and ruffled Isha’s hair hard, then said, "Don’t get excited too early. You have to stay in Zaun and study properly with your teacher. Isha, you’re starting school after midyear. You didn’t forget, did you?"

Isha’s mouth turned down so far you could hang a vinegar jar from it.

But she didn’t throw a tantrum. Going to school had been decided a long time ago.

The Twin Cities were opening schools together—taking children from the youngest ages up through teens, and eventually feeding into the University of Piltover.

"Alright, then we won’t bring Isha. But Logan... is Singed going to be with us the whole time?" Jinx asked.

"No. Once he finishes what he needs to do, he’ll head back to Zaun partway through. After that, it’ll be just the two of us out there."

Jinx nodded and said happily, "Good. That’s even better."

She kept eating with real enthusiasm. The thought of going out with Logan made her appetite surge.

Jinx was... excited about the world outside, too.

She’d never left the Twin Cities in her life. She’d been boxed into this small city-state for as long as she could remember. Of course she wanted to go out.

She wanted to see whether there really were that many strange creatures in the world—whether all those drawings in the books she’d read were actually real.

"Jinx, aren’t you going to ask where we’re going?" Logan asked, looking at her.

"Doesn’t matter," she said.

She lifted her face, smiling so brightly it almost hurt to look at.

"With you... I’ll go anywhere."

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