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The generals of the commoner faction did not trust the generals of the imperial upper class and the aristocratic faction, fearing that they would be stabbed in the back.

Only Swain is capable of this important task.

but...........

.........

Everyone remained silent, waiting for Darkwell to speak.

At this point, it seems that Darkwell using his status as a general to command Swain is the only plausible solution.

Before Darkwell could speak...

suddenly.

"I'll be the commander-in-chief in this battle!"

Swain spoke slowly, his expression neither sad nor happy.

Upon hearing this, everyone was stunned, staring at Swain in disbelief.

It could be said that from the moment Swain sat down at this table today, he became the target of everyone's schemes.

But now, Swain has willingly walked into their trap.

Why is that?

"I have a general idea of ​​what everyone here is thinking."

"I am going on this expedition not for power, not for fame, and certainly not to fulfill your ambitions."

"I'm only doing this for—this empire riddled with holes."

Swain slowly stood up and spoke, word by word.

Yes, Swain could refuse this mission to lead the troops into battle, but if he were ostracized, he would be forced to retire.

With his legendary strength, where in the world can't he go?

But Swain wouldn't do that.

Noxus will never choose to run away.

The situation is already so difficult. If Swain doesn't go, who else can this seemingly vast empire send?

Has?

A general with no foundation in the upper echelons of the empire, once he becomes commander-in-chief, will not only be hampered, but will likely be sidelined in no time.

The nobles would then make a fortune from the war, and if they were defeated, they would make Has the scapegoat.

A general from the aristocratic faction?

A bunch of useless people with no military skills will surely cause rivers of blood once war breaks out.

And this blood—it's probably all from Noxus.

With 50,000 troops going on the expedition, it's uncertain whether even a third will return.

So who exactly was Swain Jericho working for?

He did it for the empire's millennia-long glory, for every soldier about to go to war, and for the wives, children, and elderly families waiting at their homes...

He—only did it for Noxus.

Swain walked slowly and steadily toward the door of the conference room, leaving behind only a resolute figure.

Even the members of Black Rose had a hint of complexity in their eyes as they watched Swain's retreating figure.

Darkwell broke Noxus's last backbone.

And they removed the last limb of the empire.

Suddenly, they thought of the arrogant and aloof figure of that young man again, and at this moment, the two figures seemed to overlap.

"If the empire has a future, it must lie in these two people."

Everyone sighed inwardly.

At this moment, no one paid any attention to the old, senile man sitting in the head seat.

An empire is ultimately an empire of imperial people.

Not—Darkwell's Empire.

.........

Although Foygo left, he continued to observe the situation in the conference room with his divine sense.

When he saw that Swain had agreed to go and conquer Ionia, he knew that the outcome was already decided.

Swain was once again back on the wheel of fate.

The Empire will suffer a crushing defeat in its war against Ionia.

Head coach Swain also lost an arm to Irelia, the Blade Dancer, leaving him crippled.

Afterwards, upon returning to the Empire, Swain will obtain a forbidden power deep within the Immortal Fortress.

He was reborn from the ashes, overthrowing Darkwell's rule and becoming the Grand Master of Noxus.

He formed the Trifair Council and led the Empire to a new beginning.

If we say that Sarah is "the chosen one" in Bilgewater.

In the Empire, Swain was undoubtedly the "chosen one".

However, compared to the clear and straightforward situation in Bilgewater, the situation in the Empire is much more complex.

Now that everything has settled down, Fóyegor has also come to some realizations.

The person who orchestrated this scheme was very clever.

Swain is now clearly being schemed against by the people behind the scenes (for money).

A glint of light flashed in Foygo's eyes.

Let him see who is truly superior on this chessboard.

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

This is a magical latitude. No matter how many times you've been here, the moment you enter, you feel as if you've escaped your original time and space.

The three generals, who had just been full of vigor and pontificating at the Imperial Commanders' Conference, now had respectful and humble expressions on their faces.

As the three ventured deeper inside, the scenery within underwent a dramatic transformation.

This is a purple space, with pale mirrors visible everywhere.

The edge of the mirror is made up of black rose patterns.

The three of them saw their own reflections in the mirror.

However, the reflections in these mirrors gave off a chilling feeling.

Suddenly, a purple shadow seemed to flash across the mirror, startling everyone.

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The three of them quickly realized what was happening and knelt down respectfully to greet him.

"I have met the Pale Lady."

Three generals who stood at the pinnacle of imperial power bowed down on the ground, silently awaiting something.

A moment later, in the center of this space filled with magic mirrors, a black throne, resembling a mirage, suddenly appeared.

A seductive figure appeared out of thin air above it.

"Get up."

A soft, charming voice slowly rang out, and the three people kneeling on the ground felt as if they had been granted a pardon, and slowly rose to their feet.

"How's it going?"

LeBlanc whispered softly, her voice like a lover's tender murmur in one's ear.

If an ordinary person heard LeBlanc's voice, they would probably be moved.

However, the three of them knew how terrifying the Pale Lady was, so they dared not think about it for a second.

"As you expected, Swein Jericho did not shirk his responsibilities as commander-in-chief."

"Everything is going according to plan."

A general lowered his head and answered LeBlanc's question in a soft voice.

"very good."

LeBlanc's lips curled into a seductive smile.

Scheming against someone like Swain is really not difficult.

Because his thoughts are so easy to guess.

Even knowing it was a trap, he would jump in without hesitation for the sake of the empire.