The moment Laurent's body disappeared, Yulian's heart suddenly felt a warning, and he felt a sword that seemed to be stabbing from all directions at the same time. The swelling gray mist in his eyes instantly solidified, like glass shattered, and the entire eyeball cracked into countless pieces. Yulian's figure disappeared into the air at the same time.

In the eyes of everyone, the duel arena seemed to be empty, with only two vague shadows passing through extremely fast speed, like dancing a duo. The fast eyes could not catch it, and could only leave a scream of amazement.

But it was not the case in Fiona's eyes.

She thought her father had the advantage, and at the moment when Yurien suddenly accelerated, she felt that in her cold eyes, the two fought at an extremely fast speed. Every time the body stopped, there would be no less than five attacks. What shocked her was that her father, who had used such an attack, was actually beaten by Yurien. This was not relying on more exquisite swordsmanship, but just the speed was faster.

After five consecutive pauses, Laurent swung twenty-five swords. When the figure paused again and the two of them showed their whereabouts, Fiona could no longer hold back and rushed out, her eyes filled with horror and screamed.

"No--!"

In her bright eyes, a scene that broke her heart -

The two figures stopped at the same time, and Laurenter's sword passed through Julian's right hand diagonally, while Julian hit Laurenter's arms, and the dagger in his hand passed through Laurenter's heart.

At the tip of the sword, a wisp of blood flowed down the shallow groove at the sword ridge, and soon formed a pool of blood on the ground.

Laurent stared at Yulian's eyes tightly. His broken gray pupils made him feel strange palpitations. He wanted to say something, but as soon as he opened his mouth, the blood in his throat could not stop gushing, and his eyes were defeated at an extremely fast speed.

Yurien's eyes slowly recovered. Feeling the trembling from the cells all over his body, he held the hilt of the sword with his fingers and tried to pull out the sword. But he pulled it twice, but he didn't pull it, but he almost fell down.

Feeling the fresh air inhaled between his mouth and nose, Yurien secretly called luck. He thought that Laurent had used all his strength last night, so he felt that he was angry with the blessing of special forces. However, when he was really standing in the duel arena and facing Laurent's unparalleled swordsmanship, he suddenly realized that this swordsmanship almost killed him.

Fortunately, he was young and the patriarch Laurent was already old. With the blessing of power, he still had a slight advantage in speed. It was with this slight advantage that he blocked his five swords in one second, and at the last moment, he spent all his strength and tried his best to stab the sword into his heart.

But before he could breathe a sigh of relief, he heard a familiar scream from the scene: "Be careful!"

Yurien raised her eyes and her expression changed.

I saw Fiona holding a thin sword in her hand, and the person was moving with the sword, as fast as lightning, and as agile as a dragon. Her beautiful eyes were full of murderous intent, and her long hair was fluttering with the strong wind, and her long sword was directly towards Yurien.

At this critical moment, Yurien's eyes suddenly changed, and he wanted to use his strength to force himself. However, the feedback from his body clearly told him clearly and clearly that he was also at the end of his strength, and could only watch the sword coming towards his heart, full of despair.

"puff--!"

"Father!"

Yurien turned his head slowly, his eyes full of horror. With a "clang", Yurien felt that he was suddenly pushed away by a force, and then he saw the woman with a frosty face hugging her father and crying like tears. The head of the Laurent patriarch was inserted in two swords, and the tip of the sword almost penetrated into his heart.

Yurien stared at the Laurent Clan in a daze. A hint of begging flashed in his gray eyes, his lips trembled and stammered. After a while, his head drooped heavily.

"Father!!!"

Listening to the woman crying at the top of her lungs, a trace of confusion flashed in Yulian's eyes, but soon, he was surrounded by the Milisier people who rushed up. On the other side, Fiona hugged the lifeless body of the patriarch Laurent, and looked at Yulian tightly. Her beautiful eyes were full of heartbreak, as if she was shattered in an instant. The moment Yulian's sword pierced into her father's heart, all her persistence and pride were shattered all over the floor.

She suddenly realized that her persistence was like a joke. She thought she could use her sword to pierce a hole in her destiny, but what was presented to her was the sword in her father's heart. She thought that her persistence was correct, but the fate of the family was about to decline, and she was even facing expulsion.

The most important thing is that her greatest dependence and greatest pride, the unparalleled swordsmanship of the Laurent family, was defeated under the gaze of everyone, and the user is still the father she respects and admires the most.

At this moment, she was completely disappointed. She wanted to kill her enemy and die, but what made her even more at a loss was that at that critical moment, her father blocked the sword with his body.

What a cold or arrogant thing, like a dream bubble, she hugged her father's body, she burst into tears and burst into tears, like a weak girl.

Fiona's eyes were blurred, and there were scoldings in his ears, the quarrels of brothers defending themselves, the cheers of the entire duel arena, and the sound of Linas calmly announces under the loudspeaker.

The world seemed to have left her in an instant. Fiona hugged her father, and saw Yurien's gray eyes in the overlapping barriers, and deeply imprinted it in her soul.

The next second, she fainted.

...

"So, can the family not be expelled from the capital of Demacia?"

Two days later, Laurent Manor, Fiona's room.

Fiona leaned against the edge of the bed, with beautiful eyes, calmly looking at the scenery outside the window, the wind blows and sings softly, and her brother Amda's chattering in her ears.

Hearing Fiona's calm and cold voice, Amda paused, sighed softly, and nodded: "It's not just the family, you don't have to be exiled."

"So... what's the price?"

Amda moved the chair beneath her, looking at Fiona with her eyes carefully.

Fiona turned her head slightly, looked at Amda quietly, and looked out the window for a long time, and said, "Tell me, I can accept it."

Amda lowered his eyes slightly, not daring to look at his sister's eyes, and said silly: "Mother committed suicide. She used her death to exchange for the place where you don't have to be exiled, and the family doesn't have to be exiled is..."

He quietly looked up at his sister's eyes, and Amda said with a willing expression: "Laurent's swordsmanship, and...you."

Fiona looked at Amda again, waiting for him to explain.

Amda also said alone: ​​"The Milisier family asked you to go to their house and give that Assas... to be a maid."

Fiona's breath suddenly suffocated, his eyes closed slightly. At this moment, Amda could clearly feel the anger and murderous intent in his sister's heart. He thought she would burst out, but he couldn't convince her sister that the Laurent family would face a miserable fate. After waiting for a long time, Fiona's eyes slowly opened, and there was no trace of emotion in her eyes. He asked calmly: "Just... are these?"

Amda nodded and sighed softly and said, "Sister, I know you feel uncomfortable. Being a maid under the enemy's hands. However, I heard that this was the request made by Assas, using the swordsmanship of the Laurent family and you in exchange for family peace. Although we are all very frustrated, I still hope you can figure it out that your father and mother have died for the family, if..."

He didn't finish speaking, but he believed that his smart sister knew what he meant.

Fiona looked at her brother calmly. After a long time, she opened her red lips and asked in a soft voice: "I am still the leader of the Laurent family...a patriarch?"

Amda was slightly stunned, then nodded and said, "Well, the order given by my father himself, we all know that we are not as good as you, so we have discussed it. It's just that the family's revival is on your shoulders, and you are suffering."

Fiona turned her head gently and said calmly: "This is what I should do, and it is...I must do it."

Amda nodded and sighed, "Sister, you can rest well in the next few days. When the rest is done, go to Milisier Manor!"

As he said, Amda stood up, "I won't disturb you to rest."

With a "bang", the door closed gently, Fiona leaned against the head of the bed, looking at the blue sky outside the window, and said nothing for a long time. No one knew what she was thinking at this moment, and no one could see it. In the quilt, her tightly clenched fists had slowly flowed out of blood.
Chapter completed!