The masked man gradually approached the statue, and Alyssa emerged from the darkness. Seeing this, the bribed guards turned back and walked back in unison. Alyssa raised her crossbow and aimed it at the Faceless One, cautiously stepping into the candlelight that danced around the statue.

"Don't move, don't shout." She whispered. "Your guards are gone. Now there are twelve crossbows aimed at you. ”

The man in the robe let out a muffled snort, probably taken aback, as he took a step closer to Alyssa. This person has a special sense of déjà vu, the voice is familiar, and so are the strange movements

"I said, don't move." Alyssa said. The Faceless One stopped where it was.

No one in all of Noxus seems to know the identity of the third person in the Trifali Council, at least not Alyssa and Oram. This is the power of deception, the embodiment of cunning in the Council of Members.

But Alyssa wants to change that.

"The key to negotiation is leverage," her brother said, "and if we can uncover that person's identity, we have leverage at our disposal." ”

"We don't want to hurt you." Alyssa said at the highest volume she could allow. "Take off your mask, and there's no need to see blood."

The man in the hood looked around, probably looking for the guards, or the crossbowmen in the shadows that Alyssa had mentioned. Then the man strode forward again, now almost tapping to the tip of the crossbow, his hands still hidden in his sleeves.

Alyssa aimed her crossbow at the man's chest. "Nope. Allow. Again. Move. ”

He made another muffled sound as he shook the mask vigorously. Alyssa's eyes narrowed suspiciously. Then she let out a long breath and suddenly realized something.

"Ahh That's easy to do. She pulled the trigger, and the bolt hit the robed man's throat.

One of her attendants immediately came to her and urged her, "We must go, and we must get out of the city before dawn before dawn before anyone finds out." ”

"It's too late," Alyssa replied.

She knelt on one knee beside the man, who was desperately gasping for breath on the ground. A pool of blood was pouring from under his body. Alyssa had seen many injuries, and she knew that the man was hopeless.

She reached out and took off her mask.

Oram, staring at her.

His face was very pale, his eyes were wide, and his mouth was gagged with something. His body twitched and writhed, and death came to pick him up. The sleeves pushed up his forearms in the struggle, revealing his hands, tightly tied in front.

In his dying moments, his gaze shifted from Alyssa to the wolf spirit statue standing next to him, as if the statue was also looking down at him.

At this time, the Trifali army arrived. They leaped out of the darkness like hounds and surrounded the temple. Outside, the scorching sun hung high in the clear sky through the slit window of the Audience Hall, slanting in wisps of light.

Alyssa stood before the Trifali Council again, her head held high, her hands cuffed behind her back. The council members looked at her cautiously.

The mysterious mask of the Faceless One was perhaps the most terrifying of the three for Alyssa at this moment. Finally, Svein broke the silence.

"Straight to the point," he said. "Fort Dig is valuable to Noxus, but it's not worth compromising on. The threats and demands of the district governors, once accepted, amounted to a public show of weakness.

In less than a week, more than a dozen other provinces will be lining up to make demands. No, that can't happen. You obviously already know, though. ”

"I know," Alyssa said. "And apparently my brother doesn't know."

"Well, the average person might wonder why a smart and young woman like you would be involved in such a lame and botched plot"

"Responsibility." Alyssa replied.

"Loyalty to the empire must always take precedence over duty to the family." Svein said.

Alyssa may have been dazzled, but she felt like she saw Darius' expression suddenly gloomy for a moment as she heard this. However, the Noxian Hand did not answer.

"Totally agree." Alyssa said. "That's why I shot my brother when I realized it was my brother under the mask."

Svein turned to the masked Faceless. "Gagged your captives and disguised themselves was quite a risky gamble. We could have tested her in other ways. ”

He turned back to face Alyssa. "Excuse me, for the sake of taking care of the other council members. Let's talk about why you deliberately shot your brother."

"My father sent us to die," replied Elisa, "to use our death as an excuse to close the gates of Fort Dig to Noxus." ”

"Go on."

"My father and several older brothers are stupid. Blinded by their ambition to dominate the Iron Thorn Mountains, they are bent on restoring their ancestors' throne. They will lead my people to destruction, in exchange for a moment of vanity. ”

A cold, imperceptible smile crept up the corner of Svein's mouth. "So, what alternative do you have now for Alyssa Roshka Gronyana Val Rokan?"

Alyssa slammed open the door to the accounting room. The elderly district governor, Valrokan, looked up, his face full of anger.

"What's going on, girl," he scolded, and stood up. "You came back Oram without a word of informance."

She was followed by two warriors of the Trifali Legion, clad in black iron spur armor and armed with axes and halberds. Majestic and murderous.

At his father's side is the eldest brother, Shylock, the successor to Fort Digwag. His eyes widened, and his eyes were full of fear. The "Guards" district governor shouted. "Stop Them"

However, none of his personal guards dared to move. The prestige of the Trifali Legion spread throughout Valoran, and no one who had never confronted them head-to-head or was on the same side dared not doubt it.

They represent the authority of the Hand of Noxus. To oppose them is to oppose the Council of Trefary. Darius's words made Alyssa think about them many times, and it was the same thing her brother scoffed at.

It only takes two Trefalli legionnaires to swagger into your precious Fort Dig and claim it for yourself.

As it turned out, this sentence was really not untrue.

"What have you done," her father hissed, slumping back in his chair.

"It's imperative."

Alyssa pulled out a roll of parchment, with new handwriting on it, stamped with the coat of arms of Noxus, the coat of arms of the Council of Trifali. She threw the roll on the table in front of her father, and he almost jumped.

"I have come to remove you from your duties at the command of the Commander," said Elisa, "and from now on, I will be in charge of the dominion of this land, and I will do the good of the Empire in the name of the Empire." ”

"You," her father laughed disdainfully. "No woman has ever ruled Fort Digwo"

"Maybe it's time for a change. Someone should think about the future of our people, not obsessed with the status of king and the glory of the past. ”

Alyssa nodded, and her father's personal guard stepped forward and grabbed him. "You can't do that," he cried out feebly. "I am your father, I am your king"

"You're not a king," said Elisa. "Not even my king."