At sunset, the Philos family.

Sitting on the chair of the head of the Philos family, Stevan, stroking the wooden armrests that have been passed down for nearly a hundred years, with remembrance on his face:

"Sister, this position should be yours. You're back this time, and it should be back in your hands. ”

"Put away your thoughts, Stivan. Decades have passed, and you are still so cowardly, and Philos wants to be strong, with an iron-blooded wrist. ”

Camille's face was stern, and she sat by the window, watching the sun set.

"Time has not left any traces on your face, I am old, and my children and grandchildren are not successful. Perhaps, it was a mistake to let Hakim operate on you at the time, or your grandson would have been the age of Miss Gilamann," Stevan muttered some memories.

Retracting her gaze out the window, Camille frowned and stared at her brother, not because he mentioned Hakim, who had long since lost affection for that name. Rather, I feel... It seems that because of his age, Stewan is indeed a little unsuitable for the position of head of the family.

Seeing Camille's gaze, Stivan's eyes became even darker.

Although he hadn't seen each other for a few years, he had been together for decades, and no one knew his sister better than him.

Ever since Hakim completed the amplification technology on her, she had lost her human sensibility.

She is now like a delicate instrument, living only to carry out the set program.

There are only two programs: to protect Piltover, and to make the Philos family prosper forever.

"Stevan, it's time for the children born in the honey pot to see the world, this incident is a good training ground."

"Evan is not yet 15 years old, and his father's generation was already a clerk in Piltover." Stewan's face was bad.

Camille frowned and rebuked, "Indulgence will make Philos decay!" ”

"Everything we do is for our children and grandchildren to enjoy. If they are going to experience the same dangers as we do, then what is the purpose of the family's strength? Stewan looked up, and for the first time he punched his sister.

Camille led the family to strength for half a century, and Philos enjoyed endless glory, and he was deeply infatuated with the feeling of being the head of the family.

But in the years that Camille was gone, everything changed, and it was he who re-established the family. Philos never stepped into the background, and at least two seats in Parliament were willing to listen to his arrangement.

He has also been tired all these years, although he still can't let go of the position of the head of the family, but he doesn't want his children and grandchildren to shoulder this burden.

"I appreciate your attitude, but I will still carry out my will. Stevan, reality will tell you that if you don't have the strength, you will be slaughtered by others, just like you are now old. ”

Camille doesn't want to argue with her brother, she likes to solve problems with practical actions.

"Sister, I heard that you went to Mr. Meredith not long ago." Stewan didn't dwell on it and asked instead.

Camille made a promise in parliament yesterday that he knew his sister and would act tonight.

"I'm probably sure that Zuan has his backing behind him." Camille said lightly.

Stevan's face turned slightly: "Did Noxus promise not to target Piltover as long as you serve them?" ”

"He and the Emperor of Noxus are not of the same mind, since he joined Noxus, he has been Svein's lieutenant."

Camille saw the puzzlement on Stivan's face and sighed:

"Stevan, don't limit your eyes to Piltover, the land of runetimes is huge. It was only after I went out that I realized that Piltover's progress and progress have always been compared to yesterday's self, not to the whole world. ”

"Is Noxus really as strong as it rumors? Standing in the middle of the continent, conquering Freljord in the north, Demacia in the west, Shurima in the south, and Ionia in the east? Stewan had disbelief in his eyes.

Or, in his eyes, if Knoxsa was really that strong, Piltover would at least not be weaker than the ones that Noxus crusaded.

"Don't be blinded by narrow-mindedness, for Meredith, for example, you've probably heard his nickname."

Camille's face was serious, and she felt the need to educate her brother about it.

"Adjutant of Blood Mist?" Stewan said uncertainly, "The suffix is an adjutant, so he shouldn't be a particularly powerful character." ”

Camille raised her eyebrows, and her expression seemed to be smiling:

"Adjutant? Do you know how many Noxian elite lieutenants he is? He could command an army of 100,000 men who were at his behest and Svein's orders. ”

"100,000 people!? There are so many people in Piltover plus Zaun. Stivan's eyes widened.

He couldn't imagine so many people charging in iron armor, and even if Piltover's cutting-edge turret was smoking, it would definitely not kill so many people.

"Hehe, Stivan. Svein, the commander of the Strategists, was the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Front, and Meredith was his lieutenant, and they had led all of the Noxian Empire's wars against Ionia over the years. Camille sneered.

"Ionia can withstand the constant attacks of 100,000 people for several years, so it shouldn't be weak."

Piltover is located in the Noxian encirclement, and even a top family owner like Stivan rarely cares about the outside world.

They only need to know that they have a good relationship with Noxus, and the rest of the countries are being attacked by Noxus. Usually by virtue of this, they still have a small sense of superiority.

"Ionia? There are countless people there who are stronger than me, and they can easily destroy Piltover. ”

Hearing the understatement in Camille's tone, Stewan suppressed the horror in his heart, his eyes flickered, and he began to re-examine the world.

After thinking for a moment, Stewan frowned slightly, and a question arose in his heart:

"What is Myrdalda's place in Noxus?"

Camille glanced at him, knowing exactly what her brother wanted to ask:

"There was also internal strife in Noxus, and the elite army under the command of Svein and Meredith was killed in Presidium by their own men, which is why the war was lost. After months of isolation, everyone thought they would die in Ionia. ”

"But in the end they survived and became legends of Noxus." Stivan lamented that the story even reached Piltover.

The Strategist Commander Svein and the Blood Mist Adjutant Meredith returned to the Empire from the central city of Presidium in Ionia.

"When they returned, the two voluntarily relinquished command of the eastern front in Noxus, and they were replaced by Myrdalda."

"It sounds like Myrdarda is weaker than the two of them." Stivan analyzed.

"Myrdarda is second only to the forces behind the commanders of the fourth line. Don't forget, Stevan, that the little girl councillor of the Myrdada family is just a titular outcast of the family. Camille was mocking, she wasn't targeting Stevan, she was looking down on Piltover as a whole.

Being toyed with by a little girl from Noxus, these people really deserve to die for their crimes.

"I can roughly understand, but even if they have contradictions, with the strength of Meredith's crown, we can't resist it..."

Stivan's face was helpless, and he even added honorifics to Ryan's address.

The ignorant is fearless, and when he knows more, it is difficult for him to see the world with the same mentality as before.

"Noxus will not bring us to our knees by force, there are some things that we, as Mrs. Piltworth, must do."

Camille watched the last rays of the sunset outside, stood up, and turned back to Stevan and warned:

"Stevan, do your duty as the head of the family, you have not done badly over the years, don't let me waver in your support."

With that, she climbed out of the window, the hook on her foot flew out, nailed to the trunk of a tree not far away, and her body rippled in the air and left into the distance.

In the room, Stewan sat in the head of the house, watching the dark shadow disappear in the night through the window, and whispered in a complicated gaze:

"Camille, ever since you put on the heart of the Primordial Crystal, you've always looked at me and my family with a programmed eye. The world is never black and white, it's delicate gray! ”