Fiona is the most feared duelist in all of Valoran. She is known for her fierceness, cunning and intelligence, and is equally famous for her speed with which she wields her bluesteel sabre. Born into the Laurent family in the kingdom of Demacia, Fiona took over the family business from her father and saved the family from extinction in a scandalous situation. Although the majesty of the Laurent family is no longer there, Fiona has been working tirelessly to restore the family's glory and bring the name Laurent back to the nobility of Demacia.

From a very young age, Fiona disdained the expectations placed on her. Her mother enlisted the best craftsmen in Demacia to create her lifelike dolls. Fiona gave the doll to her maid and turned to pick up her brother's sword, forcing him to secretly teach her swordsmanship. Fiona's father hired a number of ingenious tailors to tailor the dress for her. Fiona used them as objects to practice thrusting and parrying.

At any stage of life, Fiona has the noblest character of Demacia. She strives for perfection in everything she does, and will not allow any insult to her honor and family motto. But as the youngest daughter of the Laurent family, she was destined to become a pawn in politics, acting as a tool for alliances in the political marriage between the ruling families. Fiona would not obey at all. With her temper, it would be humiliating to be at the mercy of her, even to her beloved father. Despite her best efforts, she was eventually arranged to marry a relative of the Crownguard family. The wedding was scheduled for the summer.

The man Fiona was about to kill was named Upotu. He looked very confident, and he spoke loudly to the four men beside him. Fiona looked at them coldly, several of them looked alike, they must all be his brothers. The five of them looked calm and complacent, as if accepting her dueling challenge and coming to the "Sword Hall" was already a sign of their dignity and modesty and courtesy.

The dawn slanted into the hall through the narrow sharp windows, leaving thin and scattered spots of light. The gray-white marble reflected the spectators who had come to watch the deathmatch. They formed a human wall on all four sides of the hall along the stone steps, including relatives of the two families, servants, untruthful spectators, and eccentrics who simply loved bloody scenes.

"My lady," said Amda, Fiona's brother, second in the family. He presented a medium-length sword, white bladed with green steel and shiny oil. "Do you have to do this?"

"Of course," Fiona replied. "You should have heard the nonsense of these open-mouthed guys in the Chamber of Commerce, right?"

"I've heard of it," Amda replied. "But is that going to cost him his life?"

"If I let go of a flamboyant guy, it won't be long before everyone else thinks they'll be able to talk to each other." Fiona said.

Amda nodded and stepped back. "Then please do it."

Fiona took a step forward, shifted her shoulders a little, and swung her saber twice in the air - signaling the beginning of the duel. Upotu's brother nudged him, reminding him to turn around. Then, Fiona felt angry as Upoto unabashedly looked at her figure with flirtatious eyes, and kept his gaze sweeping back and forth from the area below her neck. He drew his weapon, a long Demacian knight's saber with a golden hilt inlaid with sapphires. Flashy weapons are simply not worthy of the requirements of a duel.

Upotu walked over to his prepared position and repeated Fiona's sword-swinging motion. He bowed to her, then winked his eyes. Fiona clenched her teeth involuntarily, but she immediately suppressed the disgust in her heart. Emotions cannot be carried into a duel. The play of swordsmanship is controlled by emotions, and many great swordsmen have died at the hands of weaker opponents.

They paced in circles face to face, changing their steps and swords-wielding positions in accordance with the movements prescribed by the duel ritual, like a salute between two dance partners before the waltz soundtrack. These prescribed actions are intended to confirm that both parties to the duel are fully aware of the significance of the subsequent action.

The ritual nature of the duel is important. These rituals, such as this prescribed pace, are intended to allow civilized people to revel in the illusion of nobility in the midst of killing. Fiona knew that these were the rules of goodness, the rules of justice, but none of these rules could stop her from killing the person in front of her. And because Fiona believes in these rules, she must complete the necessary etiquette.

"Sir of good character, I am Fiona of the Laurent family," she said.

"These words may remain on your tombstone." Upotu interrupted her.

She ignored her opponent's childish attempts to provoke her. "As far as I know, you have humiliated the reputation of my Laurent family with the utmost injustice, and wantonly spread malicious slander about the legitimacy of my bloodline. Therefore, I have the right to challenge you to a duel and restore my family's honor with your blood. ”

"I already knew," Upotu said grimacingly to the audience. "Am I not here?"

"You've never returned," Fiona said categorically. "Unless you choose something other than a duel to make up for your disrespect to me."

"How can I make up for you, Miss?" Upotu asked.

"According to the evil deeds you have committed, you will be allowed to present your right ear."

"Ahh Are you crazy, chick? ”

"Or let me take your life." Fiona said, in a calm tone that seemed to be talking about the weather. "You know the outcome of this duel very well. There is no shame in surrendering. ”

"It's strange if you're not ashamed." Upotu said. Fiona could see that he still felt he could win. He, like everyone else, grossly underestimated her. "Everyone present knows my sword skills, so you can choose to survive and live with the scars of honor; You can also choose to die, which becomes a crow's meal before noon. ”

Fiona raised her sword. "Choose now."

Upotu felt that this was just her wild words, so his anger overcame his fear.

He lunged forward, the tip of his knife pointed straight at her heart.

Fiona had seen through his intentions long before he went under the knife.

She only moved half a position to the left, and the saber stabbed into the air.

She lifted her saber slightly, then threw a graceful and precise arc.

The crowd of onlookers watched the warm blood spill on the marble, and invariably gasped. No one could have guessed that this duel would end so suddenly.

Fiona turned around, and Upotu's saber fell on the granite ground. He fell to his knees, then collapsed and sat down, his hands clutching his severed throat, unable to stop the blood from gushing out.

She bowed to Upotu, but the latter's vision was blurry, and she couldn't see anything but the shadow of death. Such a killing did not make Fiona happy, but the stupid man did not leave her a choice. Upotu's brothers came forward to collect his body, and she was shocked to see what had happened to Upotu.

"How many are these?" Amda stepped forward and took her sword. "Fifteen? Twenty? ”

"Thirty," said Fiona, "or more." It makes no difference to me. ”

"There will be more," her brother affirmed.

"Come on," replied Fiona. "But every human life brings glory back to our family. Every human life brings salvation one step closer. ”。

"Salvation for whom?" Amda asked.

But Fiona didn't answer.