With her usual frankness and ruthless uprightness, she can get straight to the point when dealing with any problem. Although there are still some people who will laugh at her family's loss of face and relying on a female streamer to run the family business, these people only dare to whisper in private. Because if such a rumor is heard by Fiona, she will immediately challenge the rumor-mongers and demand a duel verdict with a sword. But even at this point, she will not insist on going her own way, and will always leave her opponent with another way out. While taking care of honor, try not to cause death. However, so far, no one has accepted her offer, and no one has left Fiona's dueling arena alive.

The fortunes of the Laurent family are revival, and as a result, Fiona's suitors are in full swing, but no one has yet been able to prove that they are worthy of standing shoulder to shoulder with Fiona. Many suspect that Fiona deliberately set impossible terms for each suitor in order to remain arrogant and unmarried, as wives, traditionally, would hand over power to their husbands.

But Fiona didn't do anything in the traditional sense.

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, then soon, everyone else will think they can talk about it. Fiona said.

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

Fiona took a step forward, moved her shoulders, 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.

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 it up to you, Miss?" asked Upotu.

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

"Uh-oh, 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 no wonder 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 here knows my sword skills, so you can choose to survive and live with the scars of honor, or you can choose to die and become 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.