Battle of the Two Cities: Begins with the Mage

At sunset, the Philos family.

With his back hunched over, Stevan sat on the head seat of the Philos family, stroking the wooden armrests that have been passed down for nearly a hundred years, with nostalgia on his face:

"Sister, this position should be yours. This time you are back, and it should be returned to you."

"Put away your thoughts, Stevan. Decades have passed, and you are still so cowardly. Philos wants to be strong, and he has to use iron and blood."

Camille looked stern. She sat by the window and watched the sun go down.

"Time has not left any mark on your face, I am old, and my children and grandchildren are not good. Perhaps it was a wrong choice to have Hakim operate on you at that time, otherwise your grandchildren should be as old as Miss Gilamain. .." Stevan rambled on some memories.

Retracting her gaze from the window, Camille stared at her brother with a frown. It wasn't because he mentioned Hakim, she had no feelings for that name. Instead, I think... It seems that because of his age, Stevan is indeed not suitable for the position of the head of the family.

Seeing Camille's eyes, Stevan's eyes became even darker.

Although we haven't seen each other for a few years, after decades of getting along, no one knows his sister better than him.

Since Hakim completed the augmentation technology on her, she has lost her human emotions.

She is like a precise instrument now, living just to execute the set program.

And there are only two procedures: to protect Piltover, and to make the Philos family prosper forever.

"Stevan, you should let the children born in the honeypot see the world. This incident is a good training ground."

"Evan and the others are less than 15 years old. His father's generation has already worked as a clerk in Piltover." Stewan's face was very bad.

Camille frowned and reprimanded: "Indulgence will make Philos decay!"

"Everything we do is for the enjoyment of our children and grandchildren. If they have to go through danger like us, why is the family strong?" Stewan raised his head and confronted his sister for the first time.

Camille has led the family to be strong for half a century, and Philos has enjoyed endless glory. He is deeply infatuated with the feeling of being the head of the family.

But in the years when Camille left, everything changed, and he supported the whole family again. Philos never took a back seat, and at least two members of parliament were willing to listen to his arrangements.

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

"I appreciate your attitude, but I will still implement my will. Stevan, reality will tell you that you will be slaughtered without strength, just like you are now old."

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

"Sister, I heard that you went to Mr. Meredith not long ago." Stevan didn't bother, but asked instead.

Camille made a promise in parliament yesterday. He knows his sister and must act tonight.

"I can probably be sure that Zaun has his support behind him." Camille said lightly.

Stevan's face was slightly stunned: "Noxus once promised that as long as you serve them, it will not target Piltover?"

"He and the Emperor of Noxus are not of the same mind. Since he joined Noxus, he has been Swain's adjutant."

Camille saw the puzzled look on Stevan's face and sighed:

"Steven, don't limit your vision to Piltover, Runeterra is huge. After I went out, I realized that Piltover's advancement and progress have always been compared to yesterday's self, not the whole world."

"Is Noxus really as strong as rumored? It stands in the center of the continent, conquering the Freljord in the north, Demacia in the west, Shurima in the south, and Ionia in the east?" in disbelief.

Or, in his eyes, if Noxus was really that strong, Piltover would at least not be weaker than those Noxus crusades.

"Don't be blinded by narrow vision. Take Meredith as an example. You should have heard his nickname."

Camille looked serious and felt that it was necessary to give her brother some knowledge.

"Adjutant Bloodmist?" Stewan said uncertainly, "The suffix is ​​adjutant, so he shouldn't be a particularly powerful person."

Camille raised her brows and looked half-smiling:

"Adjutant? Do you know how many elite Noxian lieutenants he is? He can command an army of 100,000 people, and those people only obey him and Swain."

"One hundred thousand people!? Piltover and Zaun have that many people." Stevan's eyes widened.

He couldn't imagine the scene where so many people charged with iron armor. Even if Piltover's cutting-edge fort fired smoke, it would definitely not kill so many people.

"Hehe, Stevan. The strategist commander Swain is the commander-in-chief of the Eastern Front, and Meredith is his adjutant, and they have dominated all the wars of the Noxian Empire against Ionia over the years. ' Camille sneered.

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

Piltover is located in the encirclement of Noxus, and even a top-level family owner like Stewan rarely cares about the news from the outside world.

They only need to know that they have a good relationship with Noxus, and the rest of the country is being crusaded by Noxus. Usually taking advantage of this, they still have a little sense of superiority.

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

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

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

"Where is Myrdalda in Noxus?"

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

"There was also a struggle within Noxus. Swain and Meredith's elite army was trapped in Presidian by their own people. That's why that war was lost. After a few months of isolation Without help, everyone thought they were going to die in Ionia."

"But in the end, they survived and became legends of Noxus." Stewan sighed, and the story even spread to Piltover.

The strategist led Swain, the blood fog adjutant Meredith, and the two abruptly killed themselves from the central city of Ionia, Presidian, and returned to the empire~www.NovelMTL.com~ After they returned, the two Voluntarily gave up command of the Eastern Front of Noxus, and was succeeded by Myrdalda. "

"It sounds like Myrdalda is weaker than the two in strength and power." Stevan analyzed.

"Myrdalda is second only to the forces behind the fourth-line commander. Stevan, don't forget that the little girl councilor of the Myrdalda family is only a nominally abandoned daughter of the family." Camille mocked, she said. Not targeting Stewan, but looking down on Piltover as a whole.

Being played by a little girl from Noxus, these people really deserve to die.

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

Stevan looked helpless, and even added honorifics to Ryan's name.

The ignorant is fearless. When he knows more, it is difficult to see the world with the previous mentality.

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

Camille watched the last ray of light from the sunset outside, stood up, turned around and warned Stewan:

"Stevan, do your duty as the head of the family. You have done a good job these years. Don't let my support for you waver."

Having said that, she turned out the window, the hooks on her feet flew out, pinned to a tree trunk not far away, and her body swayed in the air and left.

In the room, Stevan sat in the seat of the head of the house, watching the shadows go away in the night through the window, and whispered in complicated eyes:

"Camille, since you changed to the original crystal heart, you have always looked at me and my family in a programmed way. The world is not black and white again, it is exquisite gray!"