Those Who Stand in the Way Will Be Eliminated!

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Bluewind Manor, the Family Head's Room

"What foolishness has my sister committed this time?"

Stevan Ferros balanced a delicate sugar spoon on the rim of his teacup, carefully placing two cubes of sugar on it. He watched with delight as the hot tea poured over the sugar, causing it to dissolve and collapse. The sight made the wrinkles on his face stretch into a satisfied smile.

The last remnants of the sugar finally fell into the dark tea, disappearing completely.

A family spy knelt on the carpet before him, reporting in a low voice, "It seems there was an issue at the cemetery."

"The family's ancestral records mention that a primal Hextech crystal was buried with one of our ancestors," Stevan said, shifting his gaze from the teacup to his legs, which were covered by a blanket. "I suppose that boy was there to rob the grave."

"Camille has truly changed, hasn't she?" Stevan muttered, his tone laced with dissatisfaction. He closed his eyes, forcing himself to suppress his irritation. "Have you found Hakim Nedri?"

"Hakim Nedri is dead, but he has a nephew."

"Ah, yes. It has been sixty years, after all."

Stevan stared at his disabled legs, his eyes clouded with an unreadable emotion. "My sister has been my enforcer for over sixty years. She hasn't changed at all—still as youthful as she was back then."

His expression shifted from longing to envy and desire.

"But that should have been mine!"

"I should have been the one to remain eternally youthful—"

The elderly Stevan grew agitated, his coughing fits interrupting his words. The spy remained silent, head bowed.

"Go. Carry out my plans. Do not fail me."

"Yes, Family Head."

Shortly after the spy left, Camille entered Stevan's room through the balcony. Seeing her frail brother, she picked up his teacup, sniffed it, and frowned slightly.

"Brother, you should cut back on sugar. It's not good for your health."

"But my taste buds have dulled. I need sugar to stimulate them. I'm not like you, eternally young and never aging, Sister."

Camille shook her head gently at Stevan's childish behavior. "Fine, but take care of yourself."

"Why didn't you kill him?" Stevan asked, his eyes probing. "Desecrating our ancestors and stealing from the Ferros family—either of those crimes is enough to warrant his death a hundred times over."

"You shouldn't have given him a chance. You shouldn't have hesitated… cough cough!"

"People change, Brother," Camille said softly, leaning down to adjust Stevan's blanket. "Besides, Link's inclusion benefits us. I've foreseen it."

"The Ferros family will become even greater and more prosperous because of him."

"From now on, for the next thousand years, the Ferros family will be the most powerful family in Runeterra, without equal."

"Hmph. If you're so confident in him, then do as you please. I don't have much time left anyway," Stevan said, refusing to look at his tea. He activated the controls on his wheelchair, acting like a petulant child. "I'm going to sleep."

Camille walked to the door, pausing to say, "Goodnight."

Stevan remained silent. Camille sighed, turned off the lights, and left.

As the room plunged into darkness, Stevan clenched the sheets in his gnarled hands, his veins bulging. He stared into the oppressive blackness, gritting his teeth.

"All of this should have been mine. Mine!"

The Next Day

Link Star followed Dahlia Ferros into the underground workshop beneath Bluewind Manor. She flipped on the lights and gestured around the space.

"This is the workshop I've prepared for you. It's secure and private. The materials you requested are in the storage room. Feel free to use them as you need."

After touring the workshop, Link smiled appreciatively. "I like it here. Thank you."

"It's nothing. Grandaunt instructed me to fulfill all your requests," Dahlia said, her hands folded neatly in front of her. Her demeanor and mannerisms were eerily similar to Camille's.

"But I am curious—what are you planning to make?"

"Heh, that's a secret," Link replied with a grin. Dahlia glanced at him but didn't press further.

Artisans were always a bit eccentric, and the more skilled they were, the more unconventional their thinking.

Dahlia led Link to the material storage room, opening the door with a hint of pride. "Thanks to the Ferros family's investments over the past sixty years, our technological advancements far surpass the current era."

"So, you've invested in the Hexgates too?" Link asked, his eyes falling on the snow-white blocks of petricite.

This material was strictly controlled by Demacia, yet here there were thirty to forty blocks of it. Camille really was sparing no expense—these were likely the family's accumulated stock over decades, all handed over to him.

"Of course. Mel Medarda was able to establish herself in the twin cities because of our funding. As her primary backers, we hold significant leverage over her investments."

"However, given her Noxian heritage, we've allowed her considerable freedom."

"What about Hextech?" Link shifted his gaze from the petricite to Dahlia.

"We control all of it. We began producing weapons as soon as the Hexgates were constructed."

"You must understand, the conflicts here in Piltover and Zaun are trivial compared to the rest of the world."

"Yet these 'trivial' conflicts threaten the very foundation of the twin cities," Link said, his tone sharpening.

Dahlia remained composed. "Which is why Grandaunt returned to Piltover. Before this, she had planned to shift her focus from Ionia to Ixtal. Having trained in Ionia's Shon-Xan, she formed close ties with a dancer family there, solidifying our family's business interests in the region."

"She was about to expand into Ixtal when issues arose in Piltover. Otherwise, she might already be establishing a foothold there."

"Impressive foresight," Link nodded.

Dahlia tilted her head slightly. "Grandaunt mentioned you intend to reform the twin cities and address these issues?"

"Yes, that's one of the reasons I agreed to become her adopted son," Link said, picking up a block of rune-forged steel. His voice carried a hint of complexity. "The twin cities are too divided. To change this, we must act on both fronts—reform Piltover and revolutionize Zaun, then establish a new order."

"Stability and prosperity in the twin cities would greatly benefit the family. I'll assist you. If you have any requests, let me know, and I'll support you," Dahlia said with a nod.

Link smiled. "In that case, deliver a message to the other families of Piltover for me."

"What message?"

"Piltover is about to enter a new era."

Link set down the rune-forged steel and walked out of the storage room, heading to the forge. He pulled the bellows lever, stoking the flames until they roared to life.

"And those who stand in the way will be eliminated!"

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