Weakly stretched out her hand to grab the bright moon in the sky, but she could only catch a piece of air in vain. Fiona felt lost. Her father's duel partner had already reported to the Kingdom's military headquarters in the afternoon. It was a man named Kuito.

The man who spreads lies.

When she heard this name, she could clearly feel the despair and helplessness of all the direct members of the family.

He was a strong man, an orphan. He was adopted and trained by the Milisil family since he was a child. He has since become a thug of the Milisil family. He is physically strong, powerful and deadly. He is also famous throughout Demacia. According to

From my brother's point of view, the Laurent family is almost certain to lose.

If the family is really in ruins because of losing the duel, then this kind of blow will undoubtedly be a real shame for Fiona, who has been taught honor, nobility, and perfection since she was a child.

The rise and fall of the family depends on tomorrow.

The soft night breeze blew her long hair, and Fiona's eyes slowly focused, looking at the calluses in her palms, which were the evidence of her many years of practicing swordsmanship.

Turning over, her two long legs climbed over the railing. Fiona stood firmly on the terrace, tightened her tight clothes, and walked into the door with shaky steps.

Turning a corner, her bare feet stepped on the floor, making a "thump, thump" sound, which was very loud in the quiet corridor. Walking straight to the end, Fiona stopped in front of a door.

The brown-red wooden door had a hint of age, and the texture on it was clearly visible. Fiona stretched out her hand and gently stroked it. After hesitating for a moment, she knocked lightly and walked in.

The lights in the room were dim, Fiona narrowed her eyes slightly, and it took a long time to see clearly inside the room.

A figure was sitting on the sofa in front of the window, looking out the window silently. On the table in front of him was a thin sword. Fiona recognized it at a glance. It was a sword passed down by the elders in the family.

A blue steel sword crafted by a craftsman.

It's exactly the same as my own.

She still remembered that it was when she was a child, the first time she saw her father holding this sword in his hand, standing on the duel stage, taking light and fast steps, using the swordsmanship passed down by the family, accurately and elegantly.

She played with her opponent in the palm of her hand, which attracted loud applause from the nobles onlookers. Her father's handsome and red hair attracted everyone's attention with every move he made. From then on, she fell in love with the sword. Noisy

Wanting his father's sword, he even secretly took his brother's sword and brandished it in private, which frightened his father and severely reprimanded his brother. But after that, he secretly asked a craftsman from the royal capital to make an identical sword.

rapier as a gift for myself.

At that time, it was so good!

Carefree, all my thoughts can be put on practicing swordsmanship, my father's teachings, my mother's encouragement, my brothers' envy, and everyone's praise.

All of that seemed like yesterday.

And now...

Standing at the door, with the dim light, Fiona suddenly saw that there were a few white strands in her father's hair.

The silvery white pierced her eyes deeply, making her dare not raise her head, or even walk into the room.

"Here you are? Why haven't you slept so late?" Laurent, who was sitting at the window, asked when he saw his daughter standing in a daze at the door and not entering the house for a long time.

Fiona shook her head gently, tapped her white toes on the floor without making a sound, sat down next to her father, and rested her head on Laurent's lap without saying a word.

"Have you been drinking?" Looking at the blush that had not dissipated on his daughter's cheeks, Laurent laughed, and gently pressed Fiona's head with his rough fingers. "It seems like this is your first time drinking! Isn't that right?

Does drinking alcohol affect your reactions?"

Fiona lay quietly, saying nothing.

"Go to bed! There will be a duel tomorrow!" The other hand gently stroked his daughter's long pink hair, Laurent's eyes were full of kindness.

"Hmm~~" Fiona rubbed her head against her legs like a baby, and her little feet lightly touched the sofa, curling up in front of her.

"You are so old, why are you still learning to act like a baby?" Laurent shook his head, looking helpless.

Fiona lay on her legs, feeling the touch from the top of her head, and unconsciously, her eyes became misty.

After a long time, a timid question sounded in the room: "You...do you blame me?"

Laurent's hand paused for a moment, then continued to press, still with a smile on his face: "You are my daughter."

"But my daughter is sorry for you..." Listening to her father's gentle voice above her head, Fiona murmured softly. For some reason, she felt her eyes were a little moist.

"What's the matter? Father was born to support his children. If I don't do it well now, I'm sorry for you, your mother, and your brothers."

Fiona felt a glimmer of water flowing out of the corner of her eyes, crossing her face and disappearing into the pink forest. Fiona turned over and sat up, with her back to her father. She casually raised her hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of her eyes, but these tears were

It can't stop flowing down.

"Father...can you not go to the war tomorrow?"

Listening to Fiona's pleading words and looking at the slight trembling of her shoulders, Laurent took a deep breath and the smile on his face became gentler: "What's the joke? My father is the patriarch of the family, so naturally he doesn't have any

A reason to avoid a duel."

"But! I have heard from the third brother and the fourth brother that Quetosa is strong, powerful, and very young, but my father..."

"Father is old?" Laurent asked with a smile. Seeing his daughter turning her back and nodding silently, Laurent straightened up unconsciously and picked up the family blue steel sword placed on the coffee table. "Father,

He is only forty years old, and even if my father is fifty or sixty years old, he will still be the Laurent patriarch with superb swordsmanship and superb skills. I will not let the sword passed down to me by your grandfather be put to shame!"

"Groan——!"

Looking at the rapier in Laurent's hand, it chirped softly as if it was spiritual. Fiona sniffed, raised her hand and wiped it randomly on her face, turned her head, her eyes were red,

But his expression has returned to calmness.

"Father, I have decided to go to Milisil Manor tonight."

"Huh?" Laurent was stunned for a moment, but Fiona seemed to have made up her mind, looking at the blue steel sword with firm eyes: "I'll beg him, beg Aris, beg Tyrellis, beg old Mili

Sir, beg them to cancel this duel. Beg their forgiveness. If they are not willing, I will beg on my knees until they agree!"

"Nonsense!"

"Pah——!"

A clear voice sounded, and Fiona covered the right side of her face. Her eye circles were still red, but her eyes were serious and determined.

Laurent put down his blue steel sword, his eyes widened, and he looked at his favorite and most beloved daughter angrily, "How could you do such a thing!"

Fiona gently rubbed her cheek, feeling a bit of burning pain on her face, but her heart became even more determined: "As long as my father can live, as long as the family can exist, as long as father, mother and brother can live together

, my daughter is willing to go. As long as I can succeed, I am willing to pay any price."

"After all, all this was caused by my daughter's willfulness."

"Nonsense! Do you still know what your last name is? Do you still know that your last name is Laurent?" Laurent looked angry and raised his hand to hit him again.

Fiona closed her eyes and waited quietly, pursed her lips tightly and stubbornly remained silent.

Laurent was stunned, and his heart trembled slightly. He reached out with his waving hand and gently touched Fiona's slightly swollen cheek.

"Does it hurt?"

Laurent's lips moved, and a thousand words in his heart finally turned into one sentence.

Fiona's body trembled, her eyes opened slightly, and her eyes were instantly covered with a layer of mist, which then turned into two lines of teardrops, rolling down the back of Patriarch Laurent's hand.

"You are so old and you are still crying," Laurent gently wiped the tears on his daughter's face, but the tears seemed to flow endlessly and could not be wiped away. He could only pull away helplessly.

He held his hand and said mockingly: "It seems that my father is really old! My daughter has grown up!"

"No, no!" Fiona hurriedly raised her hand and wiped it randomly, making a mess of the makeup that the maids had been busy applying all night, but she didn't care: "Father is still very young! I still don't know

I remember my father’s heroic appearance in the duel field back then!”

"Hahahaha!" Laurent smiled proudly, picked up the blue steel sword, and said: "The Laurent family's swordsmanship is unparalleled in the world, and my father only understood it 10% or 20%."

The rapier was unsheathed and a dazzling light shone. The two of them looked at the blue steel sword's aqua-blue body in silence. After a long time, Laurent said: "The future will depend on you, my most proud daughter.

Pass it on and carry it forward!”

Putting the sword in Fiona's hand, Laurent said softly: "Don't say that again in the future. If I, as a father, can't support my daughter, then at least let me make a good one for my daughter."

example."

"Father!" Fiona's eyes burst into tears again. Laurent didn't make any move this time. He straightened his back and asked softly: "Do you still remember what I taught you?"

Looking at his daughter, Laurent was extremely serious at this moment: "Remember your last name, your last name is Laurent, Fiona Laurent!"

"My surname is Fiona, Fiona Laurent..." she whispered softly. Fiona's face was filled with tears and she nodded desperately.

"Okay, go back and rest! I have a duel tomorrow!"

Laurent closed his eyes gently and waved his hands.

"Good night, father!"

Fiona struggled to stand up, bowed deeply to Laurent, and walked out of the room with firm steps.

"Bang!"

The door was gently closed, the lights were extinguished, and the room was quiet. Only a low and inaudible voice sounded in the darkness.
Chapter completed!