The mechanical boy conjured a bouquet out of his sleeve again.

Orianna ran towards the Night's Watch, her metal skirt open and the sharp blade outstretched, and the Night's Watch took a step back and raised her baton.

"Stay away from him, and don't move," said the night watchman. "You're destroying our property"

"Here, the world will come to see me." Philam said.

He took off his hat and the pigeon flew out. The Night's Watchman's baton aimed at Oriana's head, and as she scrambled to dodge, Philam clapped his hands. The baton shattered the glass of the cupboard, and red smoke poured out of it, making it impossible to see anything clearly.

The first night watchman angrily countered the arc of the copper ball with his baton, with all his might with each blow. The Bronze Ball was also merciless, hitting his helmet with a final blast of energy, and the Night's Watch fell, unconscious. The Bronze Ball then unleashed a high-voltage pulse at the second Night's Watchman, immobilizing him.

Orianna stepped into the smoky cupboard. She lifted the mechanical boy from his chair, but his legs limp and he couldn't stand.

"Philam and Philam, we must get out of here."

"Leave, I'm afraid I don't understand what you're talking about."

"Fram, stand up, and we'll go together," Oriana said, with a low expression. "Please."

"Oh, you haven't seen me do tricks." He pulled out a bouquet of flowers from his sleeve.

Oriana ignored Fram's attempt to take off his hat and dragged him out. Outside the cupboard, her bronze ball had cornered the second Nightwatchman, and he fell to the ground with a muffled thud.

"It's not my best performance. The sleeves are a little messed up. Philam said.

"You're not repeating what you said," Orianna said. His head was tilted back at a strange angle, and Orianna had to straighten him.

"My secret is that I'm afraid of the outside world." He said.

Orianna saw the words inlaid on the inside of his shell.

Mr. Foretree's fantasy bazaar, his good friend Philam is nothing more than a simple mechanical body, a grandiose gadget.

"How convinced I was that you have a mind of your own, a consciousness of your own. It's the same with me," she said.

Philam's eyes shone with a delicate silver glow. "I'm unique, aren't I" his feet rubbed mechanically against each other, though there was no ground underfoot. "So are you."

The copper ball returned to Oriana's side, spinning slowly.

"It's time for us to go," she whispered. She lifted the chair up and placed it outside the glass cabinet, then put Flamam back in the chair. "Take care."

"That's what I'm good at," he said. "Like you can find me."

"Goodbye, Philam," Oriana said softly. The two night watchmen lay unconscious on the ground. The copper ball floated beside her and left with her.

She didn't look back until she walked out of the high gate of the square. As she turned, she seemed to see a metallic sheen in the distance winking at her.

The son of a respected aristocratic family in Noxus, Caterina Duquecao realized her superiority at a young age. The younger sister of the family, Cassiopeia, inherited her mother's political acumen, while Caterina was noticeably more like her father. So the scheming General Durkkao put her on the path of sword training, relying not on reckless brute force, but on deadly precision, to become a sharp weapon to cut down the enemies of the Empire. He is a demanding tutor who teaches many students and is notoriously difficult to please.

As a result, Katerina's childhood, if it could still be called a childhood, had hardly any kindness or rest. Aside from sleeping, she spends all her time testing her strength, dexterity, and tolerance for pain in order to sharpen herself into an ultimate weapon. She stole many poisons from the most notorious pharmacist in the city, tested them on herself in small increments, gradually building up her body's tolerance, and documented the effects of each poison. She climbed the tallest tower in the dark of night, and no one noticed it.

She is eager to contribute to Noxus, and she is eager to show her potential, an opportunity to serve the empire and the royal power.

Her first goal came from her father's direct mandate. He and his warband had already set up camp and were about to prepare for a major invasion to the west, and her mission was to assassinate an enemy squad leader, an unknown man named Demetrius.

Caterina was outraged. Her life's training and talent should not be wasted on a hillbilly who has just learned to wield a sword, and a squad leader is nothing. So instead of paying attention to the assigned target, she infiltrated the enemy camp and wiped the neck of the enemy commander while he was asleep. A perfect execution. Noxus will have a swift and glorious victory. Her father will also be proud.

At dawn, the hero Demetrius, whose face was painted with stucco camouflage, came with his troops to seek revenge and stormed her father's camp in a furious manner. Dozens of Noxian soldiers were slaughtered, including the General's personal entourage. Katerina's father barely survived.

Durkkao's anger at the departure left him speechless, and he refused to even look at her daughter squarely. She became a disgrace to him and a disgrace to the family. He reminded her that the greatest Assassin would not crave recognition and glory. They do not aspire to occupy a place in the hall of their masters.

Embarrassed, Caterina rushed into the wilderness, alone. She's going to complete her initial mission. Demetrius will pay with his life. Despite this, she still can't give up. Will she be able to forgive herself, why is she so stupid

She was so distracted that she didn't see someone attacking until her eyes were almost gouged out.

Because of Katarina's defeat, General Durkkao sent another doorman to deal with her, a nameless beast promoted from the second-rate Assassins' Guild. But even when she was bleeding profusely, years of rigorous training worked, and in an instant, she subconsciously grabbed her weapon.

Six hours later, she dropped Demetrius' head at her father's feet.

She told the general that she had considered backhanding off his head, but decided that although she was unwilling to admit that he was right to order her to be killed. She failed. Not only is he an assassin and a daughter, but he is also a Noxian.

Failure requires acceptance of the consequences. She ran her fingers over the deep wound in her left eye and pondered the price her hubris had cost others.

She knew she had lost her father's weight and would never be able to get it back. He would promote someone else to take her place, just to humiliate her. Even so, she vows to prove at all costs that she will rededicate her talents to the Empire as the ominous blade she has always longed for.