The Principality of Valoran, the territory of the Leona family, in a mansion in the main city of Glenlot in the west.
Gently putting down the hardcover version of [Glory of Valoran] that recorded the centuries-old history of the Kingdom of Valoran in his hand, the man stood up and pushed open the glass door.
Standing outside the open-air balcony surrounded by curved marble fences, Violet, wearing a light green cloak, squinted his eyes and looked into the distance.
The twelve-meter-high city wall is full of knife marks and arrow holes. After a hundred years of repairs, the battlements have been unable to regain their former sharp edges and corners. Instead, some flashy things have been added.
The breath of decline has lingered in this magnificent city for five hundred years. Ever since the kingdom was torn apart by the warlord tyrants in the north, the nobles of the Kingdom of Valoran have never sat at the same table to do the same thing. Kingdoms became principalities, and the nobility could no longer be held together by words and ideas alone.
Unlike the emerging city of Mosliyan in the east, Granlot is like an old coward who has entered his twilight years and is afraid of death but is dressed in silk and gold. He looks arrogantly thinking about his past all day long. However, he always kowtows to the outside robbers and exchanges the most precious things at home for false peace. Little does he know that he is just meat on the eucalyptus board. When the butcher is free, the butcher's knife will fall on him.
Just like the murderous butchers five hundred years ago, today's neighbors to the northeast of the principality are also a group of brutal villains who are keen on destruction...
There is no doubt that the Lyona family's kneecaps have rotted away along with their heads.
If something is rotten, you have to dig it out ruthlessly.
"Dongdongdong"
After receiving a response, the door was pushed open. The moment Violet turned around, the look of solemnity in his eyebrows disappeared, and his facial lines gained a few rays of gentleness, restoring his gentle and elegant temperament.
The significance of knocking on the door is not only to create distance, but also to hide all sorrows and prepare the most perfect and reliable face for the person you love.
"Laina, didn't you go have afternoon tea with Sylvia and the others today?"
Regarding her father's question, the Qingli girl, who was isolated by other peers, shook her head and did not tell the real reason why her father was worried.
"I feel a little unwell, so I declined Sylvia's invitation... Father, is everything going well this time?"
The man paused and said in a relaxed tone.
"My daughter, you know, we're going to need more than a little patience if we're going to bring a bunch of stubborn old fools to the table."
"Pfft~ Father, in your eyes, the noble Duke Anthony and the others are just stupid roe deers?"
Seeing his daughter, who was not very happy because she was isolated by other noble girls, laughing, Violette felt a little proud, but her face became more solemn.
"No, they may be even stupider than the roe deer. After all, the stupid roe deer knows how to move its mouth to eat. I fed Duke Anthony something into his mouth and he didn't even know how to chew it. It's probably because all his teeth have fallen out."
"Hahaha~ Comparing Duke Anthony to a roe deer is too rude to the roe deer."
"No, no, my daughter, you were wrong. I was actually insulting Roe Deer. I think I should apologize to Mr. Roe Deer properly."
The father and daughter who had slandered the great noble laughed happily at the same time.
Listening to the warm conversation in the room, Sacco was hiding in the closet, huddled and breathing low, silently clenching the magic steel dagger in his hand, his nose filled with the smell of a girl, and various clothes hung on the hangers. With holes in his underwear exposed, Sacco couldn't help but feel a little irritated. He felt that his body was starting to heat up, but it was not ordinary sweating.
Perhaps he had never experienced what was in the smile. Sako didn't understand what the movement in his heart was, but he knew that if it weren't for the order, he wouldn't want to kill the man named Vaolet.
However, this is a task assigned to him by his master.
Even if he is unwilling, he must do it according to the master's standards at all costs.
In this mission, you must show the necessary deterrence. This is the only thing you have to pay attention to. It is related to the master's satisfaction with you.
In addition to this, whether his behavior will cause pain to a girl who has lost her father is no longer something he can consider.
He has long been disqualified from cherishing tenderness. Now, he just wants to live and see that woman again.
It's getting late.
Laina came outside the study with a cup of hot black tea and knocked on the door.
"Please come in."
Her father's reliable and reassuring voice came from the door. Laina's red lips unconsciously curved a little more playfully. She lowered her head to confirm the dress she had specially chosen for her father tonight, and then the girl gently opened the door. , tiptoed in.
The door closed, and a delicate hand pulled the door bolt, briefly turning the room into a private tryst place.
The girl came to the desk. On the desk was a map that was her father's most cherished. The map marked the names of various fortresses and fortresses, including the military deployments of the Lyonnais and Noxus as discovered by family spies. , the girl knew that, unlike the cowardly Lyonna family, the family led by her father had been preparing for a war with Noxus.
"The tea you make is very similar to that made by your mother. Even though it's just an ordinary action, it always produces a sweet taste that I like best."
The man's eyes swept over the girl's delicate body, staying on a vaguely visible part for a few seconds. Before his breathing began to become erratic, the man looked away and focused on the map again.
It was a barbarian country called 'Noxus'. With its lifeless madness and tyrant's legacy, it was based on the fortress fortress made of dead souls with banditry, and it was eyeing the surrounding countries.
Fighting is the same as drinking tea. You can never be in a hurry. Being anxious is a blasphemy and waste of victory and love.
"Father, is this the reason why you love me as much as you love my mother? The tea I make is as sweet as the tea my mother makes?"
But the girl knew that her father's reserve would not be suppressed for long. After seeing her father take a sip of tea, she hugged the man's majestic waist from behind.
Her left hand reached into her robe, and she placed her palm on her father's heart and stroked it gently. Laina could clearly feel the man's strong and strong heartbeat.
It was the union between the owner of the heartbeat and his mother that gave birth to him, and he was the woman who inherited her mother's responsibilities after her mother passed away.
During the day, she is a dignified daughter, and only at night does she become like her mother.
In the union, she can imagine the joy of belonging to her mother and feel the attachment of her father. Although this joy is unethical,...
As a true noble, who cares about this?
"Yes, you are as sweet as her..."
"Dad, I am your...daughter, but you are so...rude and brutal~"
"Laina, if you can't love someone with all your heart, then this love is meaningless."
Turning the knob of the oil lamp, the fire, which had lost sufficient oxygen supply, kept coughing and swaying like an old man about to suffocate.
Waves of primitive, heavy breath came out from the big bed, tearing apart all the pretense of human kindness and morality.
Under the big bed, a pair of eyes stared blankly at the warm firelight on the desk, watching the oil lamp take its last breath.
The family affection and warmth that I longed for most were completely gone, and the darkness that came like a tide was filled with evil desires.
"Will you risk everything to love...?"
Shaco, holding the dagger, understood that he already had a choice on how to deal with the two of them.
