The bright moon hangs high in the Piltover sky.
It's the middle of the night, and uptown streets are still busy.
In the northern part of the city, at the Kiramman estate, more than a dozen enforcers in blue jackets, plaid trousers and black leather shoes walked back and forth through the iron gates. Obviously that something big had happened.
In the living room of the main house, Cassandra, with a gloomy face, was reprimanding a woman with dark skin and short black hair.
"Sheriff Grayson, haven't your people heard from my daughter yet?"
"I'm sorry Mrs. Kiramman, we have already dispatched half of our staff to find Miss Caitlyn. Whether it's the streets or the suburban forest, we will definitely..."
"Send some more people! Our Kiramman family sponsor the Piltover Wardens for a reason!"
Grayson lowered her head, "Madam, the Progress Day is approaching, and I have to send officers to maintain order in the city..."
"It's just a Progress Day, how does it compare to my daughter?!"
"Darling, calm down, calm down." Tobias patted Cassandra's back and comforted, "You know our daughter, she'll be fine."
"What I know her is that she wouldn't do things that worries us!" Cassandra's eyes were red and her voice sobbing: "She should have been back 5 hours ago, but it's already this late Tobias!"
He sighed and fell silent, unable to hide the worry in his eyes.
Sheriff Grayson opened her mouth, trying to prepare to reconfirm Caitlyn's situation today and her recent travel route, only to hear hasty footsteps in the corridor.
After a while, the door to the parlour was pushed open, and a thin young officer ran to Grayson's side, breathing heavily with his hands on his knees.
"Marcus?" Grayson held his shoulder. "Have you found any clues?"
"Yes chief...Miss Kiramman is back!"
"What?! Where is she!"
The Kirammans were heard this, and quickly ran out of of the door.
Caitlyn's voice came in from the corridor: "Mom, Dad!"
"Oh my God, Kate!" Cassandra's warm tears rolled down her cheeks.
She immediately straight to her daughter with Tobias, and held her in their arms.
Inside the room, Grayson gave Marcus signal, and the two quietly left the family to their intimate moment.
"You foolish girl! Where did you go? Do you know how worried we were?"
Although Cassandra spoke with a hint of contempt, the joy and excitement on her face were hard to hide.
"What kind of clothes are you wearing, Kate, it's so dirty." As if aware of something, Tobias circled around Caitlyn and said in distress: "What happened? Are you not injured?"
"I'm fine dad, but Lilin..." Caitlyn deliberately showing an grieving expression.
"Lilin? What about him?" Cassandra's eyes narrowed.
Tobias stroked his beard, " I don't seem to have seen him all afternoon. Is he the one who took you out today?"
"What are you two thinking?" Caitlyn said with dissatisfaction, "You should be thanking him!"
Cassandra and Tobias looked at each other confused.
"I was attacked by a group of gangsters when I went out with him today. He saved me and carried a bullet for me."
Caitlyn batted her lashes and squeezed out two tears, her tone full of grievance, "If it wasn't for him, you would never see your daughter again..."
Because the Kirammans regard Caitlyn as their heart and soul, they will not allow any slippage in her personal safety.
In addition, this time, she have something to do with the assault. In order to prevent Lilin from being punished her parents, Caitlyn intentionally shifted the conflict to the gangster who attacked them, and put the credit on Lilin.
She discussed this with Lilin in advance. As for putting the credit on him for helping to take a bullet, that was Caitlyn's own intention.
"What... you were assaulted!?"
Sure enough, when she heard about her daughter being attacked, Cassandra completely ignored all other things.
Not only her, but Tobias, who has generally a mellow man, was burning with anger.
"Who did it? There are several families that are spiteful, is it the Cadwalders? or the Joysons? the bastards from Odilenke are also..."
Hearing several family names mentioned by her husband, Cassandra completely restrained all her expressions.
But judging from her cheekbones that move slightly from time to time, she is trying her best to suppress the anger in her heart at this moment.
"Lilin, is he okay?"
Caitlyn nodded, "Fortunately, I told him to go back to his room to rest first."
"What about the people who attacked you?" Cassandra asked in a low voice.
"I told Sheriff Grayson's lieutenant what happened, and he's already sent the wardens to the undercity to arrest them."
"Very good." Cassandra said in a calmer tone, looking at her husband: "Dear, I will send a message to the other five houses and Heimerdinger, calling for a council meeting tomorrow. "
She thought for a moment, then snorted.
"They haven't felt the wrath of the Kiramman in a while.
"Most of them probably have forgotten our influence... Taking advantage of this opportunity, it's time set a better example for our…friends."
...
With a click, the clock hand lands on the 3 position exactly.
It was a fortunate thing that the system has quantized his health value, Lilin's wounds recovered fairly quickly.
In just a few hours, the stitches on his left shoulder had scabbed over and became unbearably itchy.
He was lying on his bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep, thinking about his power suit.
Knock knock knock.
At this moment, Lilin heard a light knock on his door.
It's so late, who is it?
He gritted his teeth and got up, randomly put on a coat and came to the small living room, and opened the door.
A girl's unique scent swept into his nostrils, a figure in dark purple pajamas appeared in front of him.
Who else could it be but Caitlyn?
"Caitlyn? It's so late, why haven't you rested yet?" Lilin was stunned for a second, and let her in. "Come in, it's cold outside."
"I was busy dealing with… never mind that, how are you feeling?" Caitlyn didn't refuse his invitation to enter and walked into the room.
"I'm fine." Lilin smiled and sat face to face with her on the sofa, "Hold on, I'll make you tea..."
"I'll do it." Caitlyn held him down by his good shoulder, glared at him, "You're still an invalid, just let me handle it." Walking to the open kitchen.
Ummm, aaactually. Thought Lilin, behind Caitlyn's back.
"You were quite dramatic today. 'trust your aim, and my design?'"
The tea brewed quickly.
Caitlyn held a cup of tea in front of Lilin by her fingers on the rim, and Lilin extended his hand.
"Ow." (OwO!?) What did I do?
"Serves your right." Caitlyn placed the hot cup on the table, sitting down and crossing her legs,
"'ricocheting's a bit bold.' Got me all figured out huh?
"Even the best sharpshooter needs a testing shot, you know?"
She blew on her own cup of tea and took a small sip.
"Anyways, I came to you to inform you that we are going to a council meeting."