Monster Hunter in League of Legends

Chapter 82 Hard Control of Information

Upon hearing Stevan's words, Camille fell silent for a moment, then looked into Stevan's eyes and asked coldly, "Is this your decision, or the Council's decision?"

Sensing his sister's gaze, Stevan almost instinctively turned around and shrank back slightly.

But after realizing his mistake, Stevan's face showed an even greater anger.

Because Stevan clearly sensed that Camille was targeting him and doubting him, which Stevan could not tolerate.

"How dare you question my decision, Camille!" Stevan exclaimed, his eyes wide. "Your responsibility is simply to protect me! You don't need to question me, you just need to carry out my orders!"

"When two countries are at war, envoys shall not be killed."

Camille ignored Stevan's anger and calmly said, "That guy named Tarin represents Ishtar. No matter what happens, he will cause things to spiral out of control and there's no going back."

"That won't happen!"

Upon hearing Camille's words, Stevan sneered and then said, "Although you can't enter the banquet hall of Blue Smoked Manor, you should still be in the center of Piltover today, right?"

"That guy named Tarlin isn't an Ixtal at all; he's just an Ionian who accidentally entered Ixtal."

Stevan squinted and said, "In other words, he's just a scapegoat pushed out to test our resolve. Since that's their intention, why should we back down?"

Don't forget, they killed a permanent member of the legislature on the spot! If we don't retaliate, what prestige will Piltover have left? What independence will it have? Will we even want the Sun Gate?!

"This matter is not that simple." Upon hearing Stevan's words, Camille's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.

It wasn't because Stevan had contradicted her that Camille was angry. Camille frowned simply because she had heard the word "independence."

Piltover was never truly independent from beginning to end—otherwise, the Middarda family would never have appeared in Piltover.

Thinking this, Camille closed her eyes and fell into a moment of reverie before calmly saying, "If this is the answer given in the Blue Smoked Manor banquet hall, then I have nothing to question. But if this is just stubbornness, then—"

"Stevan, you'll regret this."

"I am the head of the family!" Stevan replied coldly.

Camille simply shook her head silently, then turned and left the mansion, leaving only the sound of the gate closing.

boom!

Although Stevan's reaction was exceptionally extreme, Camille's thoughts were not disturbed in the slightest. In fact, from beginning to end, Camille did not take Stevan's words to heart, but only retrieved the useful information from them.

After a moment of contemplation, Camille stepped into the darkness. Then, with a sound so faint it was almost imperceptible, two grappling hooks shot through the air, becoming a shadow visible everywhere in the night city.

Before long, Camille followed the shadows of the city to the hotel where Tallinn and the others were staying.

Although Camille had previously created a large number of early warning devices using Hextech, she had no worries whatsoever—the Feros family, as an energy giant, possessed not only the mining of Hextech crystals, but also related technologies such as purification, processing, and synthesis.

Relying on the advantages brought by these monopolies, Camille was able to prevent the Hextech devices from observing and locking onto her through the Hextech heart within her body.

Camille easily passed through the sentry post set up by the law enforcement officers, and she also retrieved the grappling hook on her body, a look of satisfaction appearing in her eyes.

Over a decade ago, Camille's grappling hooks were physically secured to walls. But this inevitably...

Make some attention-grabbing noises.

Now, thanks to technological advancements, Camille's hooks are no longer stuck or nailed to the wall as before. Instead, they use Hextech cables to release the force and solidify the connection between the hook and the wall.

Not only is it silent, but it is also more stable, faster, and more powerful.

Camille retracted the rope into the capsule inside her thigh prosthetic and then silently approached the hotel where Tarin and the others were.

Kill Tallinn?

Camille never had that idea in the first place.

Even when Stevan brought it up, Camille had absolutely no such idea.

To personally kill the ambassador sent by a hidden magical kingdom for diplomatic purposes?

Regardless of whether he is a native or not, killing him is something only a fool would consider.

Camille never even considered using someone else to kill Tarlin.

For Piltover as a whole, as long as Tarlin dies, even if Piltover finds the murderer and sends him to Ixtal with sufficient evidence and the other party's consent, it will still have serious consequences.

It was useless, because the mere fact that the ambassador was killed was enough to give Ishtar absolute diplomatic initiative.

Is it another war scene?

Camille sighed inwardly, because this wasn't the first time something like this had happened.

However, in the past, even when Stevan lost control of his emotions and made wrong decisions, it was only occasional, and he would admit his mistakes after realizing them.

But for some reason, Camille could clearly sense in recent years that Stevan's emotions had become increasingly unstable—especially this time.

Camille still hesitated regarding Stevan's New Year's greetings—because Stevan was no longer suitable to be the head of the Firos family.

But—Stiva was Camille's last remaining relative.

Although her feelings were somewhat complicated, Camille did not let these emotions truly affect her thoughts. Instead, she calmly walked to one side of the wall and eavesdropped through the wall using the sensor modules in her body.

Camille chose to eavesdrop not to gather intelligence, but simply to ascertain the internal personnel deployment in order to determine whether she could proceed further.

But Camille had only just begun eavesdropping when the message that came through immediately immobilized her on the spot.

Inside the room, sitting on the sofa, Tallinn glanced at the wall, then slowly looked at Caitlin and said, "Catlin, you should know about the urban legends about the Cinderella in Piltover, right?"

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