Legend of Valoran

"Fiona...Fiona...Fiona!"

Fiona was awakened by a stern hum, and she glanced at the man she knew better than before—her father.

Fiona's father walked towards her step by step, and she stepped back subconsciously.

With this retreat, Fiona's pupils gradually shrank, because she saw her as a child. Her memory recovered. This was the first time she practiced swords at the age of three. She was pulled by her father to practice swords even though she couldn't stand still.

Fiona's father scolded with a black face, and said, "I'm distracted. I didn't tell you just now to concentrate on swordsmanship, and stretch out your hand!"

Little Fiona held her father's thigh in a milky breast, rubbed it, and said coquettishly: "But...but...but father, Fiona just can't concentrate!"

A soft light flashed in Fiona's father's eyes, and then he sternly said: "Don't play coquettishly with me, you are the future heir of the Laurent family, you have to be arrogant, know? And you are a girl, you will grow up later To be a Patriarch, you have to be reserved, don't just be affectionate when you meet, and have the glory and sense of mission of the Laurent family!"

Little Fiona stuck to her father's lap and said tiredly: "Father, you give me sweets, and I will listen to you!"

Fiona's father sighed, and took out a small piece of candy wrapped in oil paper to little Fiona. Little Fiona swiftly took apart the greased paper and put the sugar cubes into her mouth, showing the winner's smile on her face.

Fiona's father sternly said: "Don't hurry up? You know how to eat candy!"

"Hehe..." Little Fiona stood swayingly on the spot, struggling with her horse, still chewing candy in her mouth. Her father urged on the side, and from time to time reprimanded the little Fiona who wanted to be lazy.

Looking at the familiar scene in front of her, Fiona couldn't help but put a warm smile on her face.

The scene before him suddenly changed, and it came to a rainy day with wind and rain. Little Fiona stood aggrieved and kept waving the long sword in her hand.

Next to her was her father. It was raining heavily, but Fiona could still hear her father's stern shout.

"Hurry up!"

"A little bit stronger, haven't you eaten?"

"If you want to become the Patriarch of the Laurent family, your strength is far from enough. Give me another hundred swings to maintain this strength and speed!"

Little Fiona was very wronged by her father's cold voice, but she persisted. Because if she was lazy, her father would hit her hand with a ruler.

The picture in front of Fiona changed again. Little Fiona was four years old. After a year of hard work, now even without her father's supervision and reprimand, Fiona has developed the habit of getting up early every day to practice swordsmanship.

Usually, Fiona will also learn the cultural knowledge and history of Demacia. Under the influence of family glory, Fiona has become a qualified Laurent family member. She no longer acted like a baby, and regarded the pursuit of swordsmanship as her lifelong goal. She is proud to be a member of the Laurent family!

And little Fiona admired her father the most, the glorious man who was unbeaten in Demacia's swordsmanship duel.

Fiona looked at the little Fiona who admired her father with a complicated complexion, and her heart was mixed.

In a blink of an eye, the scene before him transformed into his father's study. Little Fiona excitedly pushed open the door of her father's study and proudly waved the long sword in her hand.

After taking a few breaths, little Fiona said, "Father, father...I've become a Laurent slapstick!"

Father opened his eyes wide, and said in surprise: "Really?"

Little Fiona held her head high and said proudly: "Really!"

This picture Fiona remembers that it was when she was six years old when she became Laurent.

The thought that she was the person who understood Laurent the fastest in family history, Fiona's pride and arrogance came to life.

However, the following scenes made her nervous.

Two little Fionas in black dresses lay quietly by the river, and there was still blood flowing around them.

One of the little Fiona woke up first. She glanced at the other little Fiona who passed out in a pool of blood beside her, gritted her teeth, and walked in the direction of home along the way when she came.

Fiona's eyes narrowed slightly, and she also remembered the scene. After the swordsman split up, she was six years old, afraid that her father would find out that she was stealing, so she ran to a place far away from Demacia to cast a taboo sword and split into two.

And she woke up before the other one and returned to the family. She also believes that her talent and perseverance are higher than hers!

The scene in front of her gradually distorted, and Fiona appeared in a forest full of fallen leaves, full of withered branches of trees. The full moon in the night sky was exceptionally desolate, giving her a hint of coolness.

Seeing herself kneeling on the ground and crying, Fiona's heart was also stung by the cry.

This is where Ye Feng left her...

"Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha...Ha..." Fiona's breathing began to become rapid, and she shook her head frantically, eager to leave the scene.

As she wished, Fiona flashed pictures of her being beaten with a whip by Calista day and night. But she still refused to beg for mercy and looked at Calista with hatred.

In the dim cell, the scars of yesterday have not faded, and new scars are ushered in today. The dense bloodstains were shocking, and her white skirt was ripped apart.

Everything about her was so dim and hopeless, there was no hope of liberation. For a moment, how much she wished she could die. The mental and physical humiliation gradually flattened Fiona's pride and glory.

Fiona really couldn't stand this kind of herself, and the picture in front of her changed again with her mind.

With a "shoo", Fiona hadn't reacted yet, and a gleaming spear mixed with violent, bloodthirsty dark magic flicked through her ears.

"The execution ground?" Fiona seemed to think of something. She quickly turned around and saw that the other ragged herself had an anklet handcuffed to her feet and looked at the approaching spear with a gray face.

Seeing that the spear was about to pierce the other's heart, the scene that Fiona most wanted to see appeared. Her father stood in front of her, clutching the spear in his left hand, not wanting the spear to pierce the other one. However, the power of the demigod was far beyond what her father could resist, and the spear pierced her father's heart.

At the same time, Fiona's father shredded the space and sent the other one in. And her father faced Calista alone, who was walking slowly.

"Enough...enough...enough!" Fiona ran away frantically, she didn't want to see this scene. She was afraid that she killed her father!

Ye Feng's abandonment, the death of her father, the subjugation of Demacia, the extermination of the Laurent family, etc., all kinds of pressure fell on her, and she would completely crush her!

"Hmm...ha...ah...ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhf

Her mind is gradually dissolving, but she knows that she can no longer escape from all this now. She understands that all this is a dream, let her face her past.

When she realized this, the psychological defense line established by her subconscious began to collapse. Her consciousness gradually became groggy, until she fell into the abyss of shattered dreams...

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Fiona's lips squirmed, and her mouth, which was severely burned, made a hissing noise from time to time. Her real personality, which was sleeping deep in her mind, finally awakened in the long sleep.

Her fingers trembled slightly, her closed eyes frowned, and her brows were not stretched.

The eyelashes trembled slightly, and Fiona slowly opened her heavy eyelids. Her eyes were able to see the light again, and Timo's figure was blurry and clear in her eyes.

For a long time, Fiona supported the ground with her hands and sat up with difficulty.

Seeing this, Timo, who was still crying before, looked at Fiona who woke up with joy.

"I seem to have had a long dream..." Fiona said to herself, ignoring Timo who was shaking and yelling in front of her eyes.

"Flowing Cloud Sword..." Fiona let out a long-lost sigh as she watched the Flowing Cloud Sword lying quietly beside her. She stroked her saber gently, and memories of the past flashed through her mind quickly.

Fiona groaned painfully, "Father..."

Seeing that Fiona had been ignoring herself, Timo yelled, "Hey, crying ghost, are your brains burning and stupid?"

As soon as this words came out, Fiona's sharp eyes instantly fixed on Timo. The sword-sharp eyes and terrible chill made Teemo's heart beat.

Timo was scared and said: "Crybaby...you you you...what do you want to do?"

After coughing softly a few times, Fiona staggered to her feet and used her remaining physical strength to lift Liuyun Jianyi.

A faint mist wrapped around her blade, and Fiona was a sword backhand.

With Fiona's wave, the terrifying sword intent condensed into sword energy and swept out, slashing on the solid building in one fell swoop.

Suddenly, the glass, doors and walls in front of Timo's eyes were all cut to pieces by Fiona's sword energy. Timo took a timid step back, staring at Fiona, who had changed greatly.

"Dare to mention the three words crying ghost again, this is what you end up with!" Putting down these words coldly, Fiona didn't care if Timo was frightened, she lifted Timo from high up. The floor jumped down.

Landing on the ground nearby, Fiona glanced at her clothes, her expression slightly unhappy.

The female passerby on the side saw Fiona, who was holding a sword in her hand, which was full of scars, and her legs and feet were shaking constantly.

Fiona glanced at the female passerby faintly, and asked, "Are there any clothing stores nearby?"

The female passerby's voice trembled: "Just... just turn left on the street in front..."

After Fiona listened, she hugged Timo and prepared to change clothes.

But Timo in Fiona's arms spoke at this moment: "Aren't we going to find Ye Feng?"

Fiona stopped, her eyes narrowed slightly, and she lowered her head to look at Timo indifferently: "His life and death have nothing to do with me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Fiona came to the shop selling clothing.

The clerk inside was about to close the door, but found that Fiona, who was covered in wounds, walked in and shrank in terror and motionless in front of the counter.

Fiona walked to the counter, looked down at the clerk who was squatting on the floor, and said coldly: "Do you have Demacian costumes?"

The clerk thought for a while, and replied anxiously: "Yes... we have customized a batch of Demacia royal guards a few days ago, but you'd better wear it in Picheng. If you are seen in Demacia, you will definitely be caught by them. The guards took it away..."

Fiona slapped her left hand heavily on the counter, and said beyond doubt: "Take a set that suits me!"

The clerk was so frightened that he hurried into the warehouse to take a set of royal guard costumes, handed it to Fiona, and pointed to the fitting room not far behind Fiona. He nervously said: "There is a fitting room, you can try it."

Glancing faintly at the clerk, Fiona put down Timo, picked up the clothes and went into the fitting room.

After a while, Fiona, dressed in Demacia's royal guard, walked out of the fitting room. Except for her neck, hands and face, all the scars on her body were hidden by clothing. She was very satisfied with the size of the dress, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help raising a small arc.

Holding the timid Timo, Fiona walked out of the shop under the horrified gaze of the clerk.

Timo whispered: "Where are we going next?"

Fiona said nothing, she pointed to the building where Ye Feng was.

"You didn't mean that Ye Feng's life and death were related to you..."

Before finishing speaking, Timo greeted Fiona's slightly unkind cold eyes. He closed his mouth quickly and swallowed the rest of the words into his stomach.

Seeing Timo shut her mouth, Fiona snorted. If Timothy goes down, she doesn't mind teaching this Yordle who has called her "crybaby" hundreds of times!

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