At least for now, while Vander didn't trust Faen 100%, the natural goodwill brought by the Joy Factor kept him feeling a significant amount of warmth and benevolence toward him.
The state of Zaun was obvious to all. Moreover, even when he was alive, Vi and Powder were bold enough to sneak into Piltover to steal, causing chain explosions and many other nasty incidents.
Under these circumstances, you had one promising young man who changed the relationship and landscape between Zaun and Piltover, whose character was praised by almost everyone.
On the other hand, you had two foster daughters who were troublemakers and agents of chaos even when he was around...
What else could Vander think?
Looking at the helplessness on Vander's face, Vi had a lot she wanted to say.
But every word that reached her lips had to be swallowed back.
She rubbed her forehead in pain and poked Jinx with her elbow.
"I really... Powder, don't you have anything to say?!"
The moment Vi finished speaking, she felt an extremely domineering force coming from under her skirt.
Faen stood there, looking perfectly well-dressed and dignified with his arms crossed.
But in reality, his thick, massive object hidden under his robes had somehow, silently, pressed against the crotch of Vi's jeans, which were already soaked through from her arousal.
Not only that, but Faen's magic transformed into a pair of tangible yet invisible hands, brutally probing under Vi's and Jinx's clothing.
"Mgh...!"
The two sisters let out a suppressed groan almost simultaneously.
That magical hand maliciously toyed with their engorged nipples, which were adorned with silver rings, bringing waves of electric, ultimate ecstasy.
What made Vi feel even more desperate was that Faen's meat rod, separated only by fabric, accurately pressed against her clitoris—which was already swollen to the size of a fava bean—and began to rub frantically with high-frequency, minute movements.
"Squelch... drip..."
In this solemn reunion scene, an extremely sticky, wet sound emerged from between Vi's legs.
Her plump, tight flower bud uncontrollably spewed out scalding love juices, even soaking a large, dark watermark through her jeans.
Jinx was in even worse shape, her legs going weak.
Her delicate flower house, which had been broken just last night and was still red and swollen, spasmed frantically under the magical stimulation.
Slutty water, mixed with streaks of virginal blood and white paste, flowed wantonly down her smooth inner thighs.
Before their newly resurrected foster father, the two sisters could only stand with flushed faces, clamping their legs together like female dogs in heat, staring at the culprit with eyes full of humiliation and craving.
"What can I say?" Jinx rolled her eyes. "Vander coming back to life is all thanks to the Joy Factor. How are you going to make him hate Faen?"
"Dammit, this must all be part of Faen's plan!" Vi pointed at Faen, her expression full of indignation.
To this, Faen only gave a low chuckle, his expression showing no sign of caring at all.
Vander clearly didn't think Faen had any issues.
After all, even if Faen had problems, judging by his current reputation, they couldn't be that bad.
By comparison, the reputation of his two daughters was already "if you know, you know" within their neighborhood even before he died...
"Speaking of which, if the largest organization in Zaun now is the Wind of Change..."
After a moment of silence, Vander cast a complex gaze toward Faen.
"Then Silco..."
At the mention of that name, both Jinx, who looked ready to give up, and Vi, who wanted to argue, fell into a simultaneous silence.
Jinx, in particular, instinctively looked away at the ground, her brow full of loneliness and complexity.
In fact, ever since she learned that Vander could be resurrected, Jinx had subconsciously started keeping her distance from Silco.
Similarly—should one say "like foster father, like daughter"?—Silco had also intuitively reduced his interactions with Jinx.
While they would still greet each other when they met, they would usually look away proactively right after, avoiding each other's gaze.
There was no doubt that a distance had grown between them.
Just as Jinx and Vi were still thinking about how to answer—
"I'm here."
Before the two could say anything, Silco's voice came from the side.
Walking out from a nearby corner, Silco still leaned on his cane.
However, his eye, which had been severely polluted by Shimmer, had returned to its original color.
But because it had been severely damaged long before the Shimmer pollution, the pupil still had the unfocused look of a blind man.
Silco had actually arrived long ago. Regarding Vander's resurrection, he was even more concerned than Jinx and Vi.
However, his thoughts were similarly more complex than both of theirs combined.
Fortunately, that was all in the past now.
Seeing Silco's arrival, a flash of complex emotion appeared in Vander's eyes.
But after that, he only gave a helpless smile and looked at Silco quietly.
"Haven't seen you for a while. You've aged quite noticeably."
"...It's alright. At least I still look like a human."
After a brief silence, Silco shook his head and sighed, then gave a self-deprecating laugh.
"As for you, you wake up looking like this—neither man nor beast..."
"Haha! Just being able to stay alive is good enough!"
Hearing Silco's teasing, Vander laughed loudly as if he had laid down a great burden.
Because Vander knew Silco was still that same Silco; he had only become an enemy for the sake of Zaun.
As for the riot Silco started... to be honest, Vander wasn't surprised.
Because before Silco, many people had expressed similar ideas.
And those people quickly became Silco's strength after he launched the uprising.
Some things were unavoidable. In fact, many people around Vander had similar thoughts and inclinations.
Take Vi's personality, for instance—rash, impulsive, and thick-skulled.
When Vi grew up, she would likely have become the next Shorna or Silco, dissatisfied with the peace Vander maintained, thinking he was too weak.
In this sense, Silco's rebellion only accelerated that process.
Watching Vander laugh loudly, Silco shook his head with some helplessness, seemingly at a loss for Vander's thick-skulled nature.
He didn't say anything more, only waiting for Vander to finish laughing.
But who knew? Vander just kept laughing and laughing.
Finally, Silco couldn't take it anymore. A smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he began to laugh softly as well, like two lunatics.
"Let's go outside and talk properly. I have a lot I want to say to you," Vander said, taking a deep breath and looking at Silco.
"I imagine you do too."
"Yeah, I have a lot to say." Silco nodded.
The two men then cast their gaze toward Faen.
Faen merely nodded and gestured toward the door.
Seeing this, the two men left side-by-side without looking back.
"..." Vi smacked her lips, scratching her head with a suspicious face.
"Why do I feel... like Vander has more to say to Silco than he does to us?"
"I can confirm that's not a hallucination," Jinx shrugged.
"Before Faen arrived, Silco used to mutter Vander's name quite a bit. Once, he fell asleep in his office and was talking in his sleep... Whatever, it's good that they have things to say. It saves them from bottling it up all day."
"True." Vi nodded, then looked at Faen with a disgruntled face.
"As for you! Why are you standing there pretending to be innocent?!"
"I didn't say anything; I just went along with it." Faen shrugged with a look of indifference.
While he was saying these words, he was already calculating in his mind—the matters of Piltover and Zaun had been properly settled.
Bilgewater had no major issues for the time being.
Now, it was time for his "hometown" in this world: Ionia.