I, Folyago, am the most devoted lover in Runeterra.

"Second." X3

Three noble generals from the Black Rose faction then echoed Mars's voice.

That makes four votes now.

Svet had fallen completely silent by this point, still clinging to a last glimmer of hope.

There are now four votes left in the room. If all of them are against it, then there is still a glimmer of hope.

But reality soon showed Swain what cruelty truly meant.

"I also agree."

General Galen, who was sitting at the very back and in the corner, spoke up.

His face was full of fawning.

At the crucial moment, this opportunist predictably sided with the stronger side...

Of course, behind the scenes, Darkwell had already promised Galen benefits.

Darkwell's decision received a full five votes in favor, and Swain's chances of winning were slim.

Even so, Darkwell did not give up and turned his attention to the two populist generals who had remained silent.

Darkwell's gaze was filled with malice, like that of a malevolent raven.

"I abstain!"

"I also abstain."

Two civilian generals also provided answers.

In the end, only Fóyego and Swein remained.

Swain's attitude speaks for itself; all eyes were now on Foygo.

Although the outcome was already decided, Fóyego's choice at this moment signified his attitude.

This is Darkwell making a statement.

............

Throughout the entire meeting, Fóyego acted as an outsider.

Foljego naturally understood that this was perfectly normal.

After this meeting, Fóyego finally saw things clearly.

The noble forces in Noxus have been largely corrupted by the Black Rose.

From now on, Noxian nobles and Black Roses can practically be equated.

At present, although Leon Gures' identity has placed him among the imperial elite, he is undoubtedly still on the very edge of the margins.

Judging from his background, Leon Gurez has an aristocratic background and should therefore stand with the aristocratic faction.

In reality, the generals of the aristocratic faction were all members of the Black Rose.

This created a direct divide between Feuergos 3.4 and the aristocratic faction.

Even Fouguereau's rise to power was due to the Black Rose's behind-the-scenes support.

For the commoners, Fóyego, with his aristocratic background, was not trustworthy.

As a result, Fóyego was placed in an awkward position similar to that of Galen.

The reason he was able to wield such real power as commander-in-chief on the Eastern Front was simply because he had just made a great contribution.

Once this influence gradually fades, the Black Roses will naturally have plenty of ways to remove Fóyé from his position.

Feuergo was fully aware of this.

But so what? His position as a mere general was nothing more than a springboard for Foygo to conquer the empire.

Moreover, the entire empire.

The person Fóyego cared about most, or rather, the only person Fóyego believed was qualified to play against him on the chessboard.

It is neither Vladimir and LeBlanc, nor Darkwell and Du Coca.

Rather—Swein Jericho.

Chapter 162, Ashamed to be associated with you

Even though Swain is still young and not yet a match for Darkwell.

But Foygo knew that Swain would grow into an extremely terrifying being.

What makes him terrifying is not his strength, but rather his wisdom and strategy.

The war in which Noxus invaded Ionia was the moment when Swain Jericho was reborn from the ashes.

This experience brought Swain both hardship and transformation.

The old saying "a loss may turn out to be a blessing in disguise" perfectly illustrates this point.

Now is the time for Fóyego to place his bets on Swein.

...........

"What the General and his colleagues said is very reasonable."

"I also believe that the iron hooves of the Imperial army are enough to trample any corner of Runeterra."

Under everyone's gaze, Foygo revealed a faint smile and spoke unhurriedly.

Upon hearing Foygo's words, a knowing glint flashed in the eyes of everyone in Chuswein who were surprised.

Darkwell even gave a knowing smile.

He enjoyed the feeling, the thrill of being the only one who mattered and above everyone else.

　27 “But.”

Suddenly, Foygo changed his tone, causing everyone's expression to change.

"I believe that invading Ionia now is absolutely the wrong time."

"Therefore, I reject this proposal."

Foygo still wore a faint smile, seemingly unaware of the consequences of his words.

Swein looked at Fryego with a surprised expression.

Just when he was already feeling hopeless about the Imperial Diet, there were still people who chose to stand by his side.

Silence, a suffocating silence.

"Hahahahaha!!!"

Suddenly, Darkwell burst into laughter, his laughter filled with an inexplicable meaning.

The group exchanged glances, puzzled as to why Darkwell was laughing after being denied.

"Yes, you are very good!"

"That's how youth should be."

Darkwell suddenly praised loudly, leaving everyone even more confused.

I don't know why Darkwell could still make that expression after being opposed.

"However, being young doesn't mean you can act recklessly!"

Darkwell's face was like the weather in June; one second it was clear skies, the next it was thunder and lightning.

Darkwell's deeply lined old face was filled with a chilling murderous aura, and his legendary-level powerful aura pressed down on Foygo without mercy.

"boom!!"

But to everyone's surprise, the next second an incomparably sharp aura erupted from Foygo.

In an instant, everyone at the table felt as if a long sword was pressed against their throat, and they broke out in a cold sweat.

Darkwell's momentum was thus completely neutralized.

This sharp, edgy atmosphere set the tone for the conference room.

Everyone's expression changed.

Strong people deserve recognition no matter where they are.

Meanwhile, Swain's eyes also underwent a subtle change.

At that moment, he suddenly understood how this young man had defeated the Fearless Vanguard and turned the tide on the Eastern Front.

Everything stems from this strength.

In that instant, Swain seemed to see the future of the empire in Foygo.

With such young people around, how could the empire not prosper?

Swain's previous gloom vanished, and his faith was rekindled.

So Swain began to think about the current situation.