Ten years ago, Noxus, dungeon. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

She walked alone on the cold and dark streets, the dark underground streets, the only light that came from the dim magic lamp, which instead blurred everything here into an eerie hue. The streets are shrouded in the choking smell of tobacco and bad perfumes, and passers-by often hide their faces with cloaks, lest they expose themselves and cause death. There is no need to be so troublesome, I am afraid that the only ones are prostitutes and beggars.

She was just a little girl, and even though she was twelve years old, she was still too young to protect herself. The clothes are obviously the appearance of the children of rich families, and they are most likely to arouse people's greed.

In fact, she also felt that she was being followed, since she entered this dungeon, the person followed her like a shadow, although there were many eyes in this dark alley that fell on her preliminarily developed body, ready to move, but she always felt that the shadow behind her, although it had not appeared, seemed to be more worthy of her vigilance.

She smelled blood from the thick smoke of tobacco, wafting from a vent not far behind her. She felt a little scared and excited at the same time, the two emotions came from the same source, it was a sinful aura, terrible but charming.

This dark alley twists and turns, like the open roots of the city, reaching into the darker depths full of nutrients.

Power and power.

Thanks to these two propulsions, Noxus has been able to move forward without stopping.

And that's what she's here for.

As for the danger lurking everywhere, she was not so afraid, even if something really happened, what did it matter? It's good if there's really something.

With such thoughts, it is clear that she has just experienced a fierce quarrel, and then she runs away from home in anger and simply goes to the darkest and most sinister dungeon in Noxus to prove her determination to survive on her own...... Maybe it's not just about surviving here, it's about taking control of it in turn.

She had long had enough of the captive life in the deep mansion compound. Now that father is going to send her to live in the neutral city of Piltover, he doesn't love her at all, he only has her sister in his eyes, because only she can inherit the mantle of his sword saint, and she was born weak, if she hadn't been born in a powerful family, I'm afraid she would have been exposed to the streets, but the powerful family wouldn't be much better, it's nothing more than so hypocritically protected, but how long can it be like this? In Noxus, power is never settled in one place, and the struggle for power takes place all the time, without any mercy like Shiqing. So when the family can no longer protect themselves, will they wait for death like a waste?

Even a twelve-year-old girl can tell the truth, doesn't an adult like him know it?

This is the source of the quarrel, and as for the fuse, it was just that she was found to have stolen knife skills from her sister.

Malicious eyes slowly converged on her, and strangely no one moved, and there were indeed a few men with fierce faces following her, but it didn't take long for them to disappear into the winding alley behind her. And the black shadow that has been following her has always kept a distance from her, but has never been thrown away by her.

"Hey! This lady! Would you like some good performances? She heard an exaggerated screech call out to her, dressed as a circus clown, who was handsome and constantly throwing the knife in his hand.

"I'm sorry, I'm not interested in circus." She replied with a look of uninterested maturity, at least as a twelve-year-old girl could imagine, and was not so impressed by the clown, at least in terms of title, that he did not treat her as a little girl—the one who had thought that would sooner or later realize how wrong he was.

She told herself.

"No, I'm not talking about the circus, ma'am. Here you will see what you want, there is someone waiting for you, and today I am waiting for you, my dear little lady. The clown still responded to her with that exaggerated voice.

"Oh? I'd like to see it. ”

The clown raised his left leg, and the tip of his shoe just caught the knife thrown in the air, and stopped throwing it again. He grinned and guided her towards the circus tent, where she noticed a strange symbol at the entrance to the tent, which looked like a black sun was rising. The black symbol on the dark tent is inconspicuous.

And the tent is playing a fragrant scene, the graceful dancers are shaking their waists on the stage, every movement has a sense of charm that penetrates into the bones, not to mention that their graceful bodies are only covered with a few thin pieces of silk, barely covering a few important parts, fixed with thin straps that may break at any time, but still showing the outline like a lute.

The four or five men in the audience all stared at each of the dancers' movements with such fiery eyes, ugly but fanatically. The dancer landed her slender fingers on a tie knot on her waist, and pulled the strap out of the buckle hole slightly, and the smooth sound of the ribbon rubbing against it came to an abrupt halt halfway.

The men looked at her feverishly, and in response, they hurriedly handed over what they wanted, and Cassie even saw something familiar—a Noxian military department's document bag, with a sealed seal, apparently top secret.

She closed her eyes and walked deeper into the passage, the impact of which was too strong for a twelve-year-old girl. Those ambiguous voices quickly faded away.

In the deepest part of the tent, she saw a small cubicle, and the black-clad guard outside the door opened the door for her, and the clown was right, who ...... I have been waiting for her arrival for a long time.

"I know, you're coming." A seductive purple-haired woman sat on the sofa in the compartment, her graceful body lazily leaning against the soft material.

"You...... Who are you? ”

"It doesn't matter who I am, we are Black Roses. You may think that this country belongs to the military and the aristocracy, but secretly it is in our pocket. Relying on seduction, discord, assassination, and all kinds of means, from the beginning of the birth of this country, we have been deeply rooted in the power system of this country, and the military department relies on men, but the black rose is precisely the power of women to be entrenched in this chaotic country. The purple-haired woman chuckled, "I can teach you how to control people's hearts, you will be able to survive from your father's name, Lady Du Kekao, you will wield unprecedented power, and even destroy the man you hate, if you are willing to join us." I can let you think about it and make a decision. ”

"No...... There is no need to think about it. I, willingly! ”

"That's a pretty straightforward answer, but you should know, right? In order to control and deceive men, to get whatever you want, you need to do whatever it takes, even if it is the body, you can sell it at any time. Are you really ready? You're not a kid anymore, you should have come to your senses a long time ago, right? ”

"I ...... Well......" was such a straightforward topic that she hesitated a little, so she had to speak up and give this ambiguous response.

The purple-haired woman smiled softly, "I'll teach you some useful techniques to help you break some unnecessary restraints." If you're ready, go to that little door backstage, and if you're willing to go back and be a good girl, the general's eldest lady, that Mr. Clown can also send you home safely. ”

"I ...... Figured it out! She made up her mind to make her way to the dark entrance, the dim light behind her slowly engulfed by the darkness of the tunnel, and before her vision was completely darkened, she noticed a rose blackened by magic falling on the ground at her feet.

It seems to be a strange symbol.

……

There was a sudden chill on the skin on the jade neck.

The purple-haired woman realized that the blade was pressing against her delicate throat, and behind the assassin, the clown and his poison blade suddenly appeared, and also pressed against him, which was temporarily restrained.

But the Assassin didn't seem to care about his own life. When you press your hand, you cut your throat with a knife.

"Let him go, Sacco, it's not our tradition to be treated like this." With a sarcastic connotation, the woman's coquettish voice and unscathed body appeared on the stage not far away, and the fake body that had been cut off by the assassin's throat had disappeared, and the dust that had turned into magic was gone.

"...... LeBlanc," the Assassin gritted his teeth, pronouncing the woman's true name...... Or the title, the leader of the Black Rose, the Enchantress!

"I have won this time, Tyrone, the loyal dog of the Duke Kao, but unfortunately she is now mine—Cassiopeia, the Admiral's favorite little daughter. Don't worry, I'll take good care of this little girl, she'll be the best courtesan in Noxus, I promise, and thank you for protecting her all the way here, and now go back to your general. ”

LeBlanc smiled, tapped her lips with her fingertips, tossed a flying kiss, and walked gracefully into the narrow dark door behind the circus tent.

……

"Your ......Excellency," he said, the Assassin's cloak obscuring his shaky eyes, but his angular jaw tightened, revealing the emotions he was suppressing at the moment.

"Needless to say, if she chooses that, let her go."

"But LeBlan......"

"Stand down, Tyrone, don't mention today's matter."

“…… Yes, sir. ”

Dead silence shrouded the gloomy basement, the headquarters of the Scarlet Assassin Society, also lurking in the gloomy dungeons of Noxus, but the man in charge of the military headquarters was a direct Assassin organization.

Relying on the strength of him and the military, as well as the dark and black methods of Tyrone, a rare talent in the killer world, now "Blood" has eaten most of the large assassin organizations, in other words, the nobles and officials of Noxus, whose lives are actually as firmly in the hands of this man as their power.

But outside of the power technique, he had to admit that the dangerous woman, the leader of the Black Rose, in turn gave him a hard blow.

"You can come out, Katerina." He said lightly that Tyrone had just stayed outside the door for a while, and now he was alone in the true sense of the word, so he chose to demolish her.

A red-haired phantom emerges from the darkness.

"Father, Cassie ......" Caterina gritted her teeth as she said this.

"In any case, remember that she is your sister, and all you have to do is protect her."

"Yes......" she replied reluctantly.

……

It was doting that made her fall into such a field step by step, everything is just her own fault, and her father has always favored this little daughter the most, but she is not worth it at all.

- Katarina