LOL: Summoner of Goddess Jana

Chapter 241 Swain and His Majesty the Emperor
The Immortal Bastion, the imperial center of Noxus.

Its existence is even older than this ancient empire.

When the Mordekaiser built the city, he determined to make it an impregnable fortress.

Later, Mordekaiser I died, but the Immortal Fortress did what he wished, leaving behind a glorious history of thousands of years in the hands of the later Noxus.

But now.
"It's already crumbling." Swain looked up at the majestic palace in front of him with deep eyes.

Huge Noxus flags hung on both sides of the gate, and the steps paved with white jade climbed straight up like a ladder to the sky.The most elite First Legion in the empire, the warriors guarded by Reiser held their heads high and stood firm, guarding faithfully on both sides of the Miyagi steps.

Those who are lucky enough to come here to meet the emperor will always be shaken by this magnificent scene.

But Swain could only smell a decaying smell here.

"He's old."

After a year, from the commander to the common man to the current temporary recovery, Swain finally saw the emperor again.

Braun Darkwill, the once wise and mighty general, has now become an old man with white beard and hair, a gloomy complexion and bloodshot eyes, who only knows how to sit on the throne.

This is not the same person as the Darkwell that Swain swore to follow back then.

"Swain, you are old." His Majesty the Emperor seemed to have no self-knowledge.After the monarch and his ministers met, he teased Swain's old face with some disgust.

Swain didn't argue either.

That's what he wanted Darkwell, and those behind him, to see.

He now knew that under the seemingly unlimited power of the emperor, behind the scenes of the Noxus Empire, there was still a terrible "deep state" hidden.

The deep state here is not just a conspiracy theory, but an organization that actually exists.

Some people have been secretly controlling this great empire through their methods.

Darkwill was once a powerful opponent that these conspirators feared, but now Darkwill is just their puppet.

Unfortunately, these conspirators had a bad relationship with Swain.

Swain knew that he was no match for these people yet.So when Darkwill said he was "old" and looked over with a playful but secretly observing look
Immediately, he coughed heart-piercingly as if suffering from consumption: "cough cough cough cough."

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, I." Swain struggled to take out a handkerchief and covered his coughing mouth.

While doing this, he showed his empty left hand calmly.

The high-spirited commander-in-chief of the empire a year ago now looked like a disabled old man with half a foot in the coffin.

Just such a good-for-nothing old man, even if the mortal enemy saw it, he probably wouldn't bother to kill it all.

"Sit down." Darkwill was really satisfied with his physical condition.

The emperor generously arranged a seat for Swain, and seeing the old subordinate sitting down tremblingly, he asked hypocritically, "Are you still recovering from the injury you suffered in Presidian?"

"It's over." Swain looked down at the severed hand and just sighed dejectedly.

He knew Darkwill was watching him.In the darkness behind the palace, there were eyes watching him too.

Fortunately, his performance was satisfactory enough.

Darkwill finally got to the point: "In the past two days, there has been news from Ionia that tens of thousands of people in Yipu River Port have been rescued by a Jana envoy named Orianna—those Janna believers His hand has reached out to the twin cities, and to the newly occupied province of Barua by the empire."

This has obviously touched the minefield of the empire and angered the emperor.

After all, he personally gave the order to massacre the city, in order to deter the resistance forces in Ionia.

Now people are rescued by the leader in a grand manner, but the empire is powerless to stop it.With such a shame, who else can he deter?

"By the way." Darkwill asked again suddenly: "Swain, you should already know about this, right?"

"Yes, Your Majesty. I received a letter from Leicester." Swain replied honestly: "Because this matter involves the leader. I am the incoming Governor of Piltover, so he specifically explained to me this matter."

"You are a good teacher, and the students you brought out have not forgotten their roots." Darkwill laughed.

"It's all because of His Majesty's wisdom, and I'm just a soldier who obeys orders." Swain lowered his head and squeezed his wrinkles deeper.

"Okay." Darkwill sternly said, "As you said, you are the future governor of Piltover."

"I'd like to hear your opinion about the leader's deviant behavior this time."

Listen to his opinion?
Looking at Darkwill's bloodshot pupils, Swain knew that His Majesty's opinion must be different from his.

"Your Majesty." He pondered for a moment, and finally told the truth: "I think now we should try our best to tolerate the offenses of these leaders—as long as they don't go too far."

"You mean, let's forget it?!" Darkwill's voice turned cold.

Swain pretended to be intimidated, and then said: "Yes. Your Majesty, we still don't have the ability to fight against the leaders."

"Incompetent?" This seemed to anger the proud emperor: "Are you saying that Noxus can't deal with that little leader?"

"Can handle it, but."

Even though he knew that the emperor in front of him was already a puppet, Swain still decided to tell the truth.

He was speaking to those behind the emperor.

Although he and them are hostile, he still hopes that the other party can at least temporarily put aside their own interests, at least for a while from the standpoint of the empire. At least, don't push the empire into an even more desperate abyss.

So Swain said, "We can deal with the leaders. But that would take the whole empire, not me, a little Governor of Piltover."

"The empire must withdraw its troops from the front line in time, at least from the Freljord and Ionia, the two battlefields that have actually become the burden of the empire—"

"Only by putting away our fists and concentrating our strength can we swing them out more powerfully. Otherwise, we may not be able to shake the leader who is blessed by the true god."

Swain's heartfelt words really hit my ears.

Darkwill, who had long been out of his mind, was really furious: "Bastard! Swain, are you saying that my order to attack the Freljord and Ionia was wrong?"

"No, you're right," Swain replied helplessly, "but the objective fact now is that if we continue to maintain such a powerful offensive in four directions at the same time, we will not be able to deal with the leader."

"Your Majesty, if you really want to eradicate this hidden danger, then you need not only the million-strong army of the empire, but also the thousand-year heritage of Noxus."

The Black Rose, the secret mage association that secretly controlled the emperor, is one of the precious "thousand-year heritage" of the empire.

If you really want to deal with the leader, relying on him, Swain, is definitely not enough.

You black roses must also bet your lives.

But the question is, are these old monsters who have been lingering in the dark for thousands of years really willing to sacrifice their lives for the empire?

"Swain!" Darkwill's answer was really disappointing: "I appointed you as the governor of Piltover so that you can suppress those Janna believers for the empire in the future—not pamper them!"

He looked wildly regardless: "I order you to set off now and take office in Piltover."

"When you get there, if the leaders can't give a reasonable explanation for what they did in Ionia, and if you don't immediately curb their deviant behavior in Balua—then you represent the empire and send these Janna All believers are wiped out!"

Swain: "."

He heard it.

This is clearly to send him to die.

It wasn't enough for those conspirators to annihilate him in Presidium, they also wanted to kill him, the "retired old man".

"Your Majesty, I." Swain sighed softly, "I obey."

He didn't argue anymore, it's pointless to argue with a puppet.

He respectfully accepted the order, stood up and bid farewell to the emperor.

Before leaving, Swain took a last look at Darkwill.

Darkwill was once his loyal follower.They once worked together to fight against the old aristocratic forces within the empire, and pursued peaceful changes from the inside to the outside, this old and decaying empire.

For this reason, Swain even betrayed his own family.As a member of the old nobles of the Empire, he personally eliminated his parents who plotted to overthrow Darkwill.

But they still failed.

In other words, they have been pawns played by the opponent between applause from the very beginning.

So Darkwill completely became the enemy's puppet.He was no longer able to offend the interests of those old aristocrats, so he could only start a war frantically under the control of the other party and transfer the contradiction to the outside world.

Swain lost his lord, and even more his comrades.

With this complicated mood, Swain walked out of the majestic palace and stood on the high steps.

Looking down from this high position, one can just see the slums that covered most of the city like abscesses outside the majestic and immortal fortress.

This is the capital of Noxus, the true face of humanity's greatest empire.

He finally made up his mind of some kind.

Swain raised his empty left hand, and put the severed arm into the thick cloak.

A burst of red light flickered under the cloak, forming a brand new left hand for him:

"Farewell, Darkwill."

(End of this chapter)