The next day, Piltover University, Hextech Academy.
When Caitlyn came here yesterday, she had still been so spirited and full of fighting will. Like the protagonist of some passionate tale, she had been steadfastly chasing her dream.
But when she returned to this familiar place today, her face held nothing but haggard exhaustion.
Because Caitlyn had tried. She had worked hard in the way of an Enforcer.
Including her mother, she had visited six of Piltover Council's highest-ranking councilors in succession.
Yet those councilors, who usually spoke endlessly of law and justice before the public, as though they wanted every citizen to listen to them, were now quieter than a library.
They either kept their mouths shut, smiled perfunctorily, politely claimed to be busy and sent her away the moment they met, or received word in advance and refused to even let Caitlyn through the gates of their family estates.
Caitlyn had finally learned just how insignificant the influence of a mere Enforcer was without her family's support.
And her last remaining hope was:
Piltover's founder, the president of Piltover University, a great inventor, a Yordle, a highest-ranking councilor—Professor Heimerdinger.
He was an extraordinary long-lived being, a magical creature from the spirit realm. Material wealth meant nothing to him.
Therefore, all of Piltover's scheming and corruption had nothing to do with this Yordle. The vast web of interests hidden beneath the city could not possibly have any connection to him either.
So Heimerdinger was the person most likely to stand up and uphold justice for the people of the Twin Cities.
However.
"Professor Heimerdinger, may I come in?" When Caitlyn knocked on the door to Heimerdinger's office, the reply she received was:
"Ah, who is it?" A somewhat nervous voice came from inside.
"Caitlyn Kiramman," Caitlyn answered.
"Caitlyn? Um, I'm