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As the entire hall was immersed in this atmosphere of glory and peace, a deliberate cough broke the silence, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly stirring the surrounding ambiance. Polnareff, standing in a corner of the Assembly Hall, had eyes sharp as blades, immediately identifying the owner of the sound—Boyev, the noble leader most likely to incite rebellion in Noxus.
Boyev, head of the Natanja Family, was known for controlling an armaments factory, with nearly all weapons in Noxus produced by them. In this war-centric nation, the Natanja Family had amassed immense wealth and influence through arms trade, second only to The Triumvirate of Noxus. Boyev's position was always complex; he constantly navigated the edges of power, seeking any opportunity to expand his family's influence.
Polnareff and many nobles and generals present turned their gazes toward the source of the cough. Boyev stood among the crowd with a contemptuous smile on his face, seemingly indifferent to the celebration of victory before him. A small gesture from him was enough to heighten everyone's tension; after all, the Natanja Family's weight in Noxus could not be underestimated.
At that moment, Polnareff understood that Boyev's actions were undoubtedly a challenge to The Triumvirate's authority and a probe into Noxus's current political situation. Boyev's presence always brought an unsettling aura, as if he could become a sharp blade within Noxus at any moment, threatening the stability of the nation. In such a critical moment, every word and action from him carried deep significance.
Swen appeared outwardly unaffected by Boyev's provocation, but his hawk-like gaze revealed his displeasure. However, he maintained a calm demeanor with a hint of mockery in his smile, seemingly dismissive of Boyev's behavior. Swen's voice resonated in the Assembly Hall—calm yet filled with an invisible pressure—as he said, "Is something wrong, Mr. Boyev? If you are feeling unwell, we would be more than happy to provide you with medical assistance. After all, your health is extremely important to Noxus."
Though this statement sounded caring, each word was laced with sharpness, countering Boyev's provocation. Swen's words were not only a form of sarcasm directed at Boyev but also served to inform everyone present that any attempt to challenge Noxus's ruling order would be futile.
All eyes once again focused on Boyev, waiting for his reaction. The contemptuous smile on Boyev's face gradually faded, replaced by an almost imperceptible tension. At that moment, even he had to admit that Swen’s political acumen and control over the situation were unmatched in Noxus.
Boyev's voice was cold as winter’s chill when it pierced through the Assembly Hall. Each word dripped with deliberate sarcasm and insult directed at the newly crowned heroes. "Oh! Mr. Swain, thank you for your concern. My health is absolutely splendid; that cough was merely because I found this all quite nauseating." Boyev’s tone was filled with derision as he continued, "Seeing two pigs up there receiving medals symbolizing national glory while three other failures stand here... I truly believe Noxus is sick."
As soon as Boyev finished speaking, silence enveloped the Assembly Hall; each word seemed like a dagger aimed directly at Wei Dong and God Tone while extending his dissatisfaction and disdain towards the entire team. His cold and sarcastic smile suggested that he regarded all glory and victory as trivial or even repulsive.
Standing tall among the crowd, Boyev’s every word brimmed with provocation and disdain as his gaze swept over Swen and Darius before lingering on Wei Dong and God Tone—challenging their dignity and accomplishments. Boyev’s attitude was not just an insult to the five-man team but also a direct challenge to Noxus’s current leadership.
Upon hearing these words, many faces changed; some nobles and high-ranking officials began whispering among themselves. Boyev’s actions undoubtedly questioned the entire value system and honor of Noxus—a significant blow and offense to the Summoner team who had just achieved great victory.
Swen’s expression grew serious; he understood well the impact of Boyev’s words and the potential political machinations behind them. The atmosphere in the Assembly Hall became increasingly tense as everyone awaited how Swen would respond to this provocation.
The Assembly Hall was silent, followed by a stifling atmosphere. Everyone present could feel the sharpness and provocation in Boyev's words as his gaze swept over Wei Dong and God Tone, seemingly challenging the justice and order of Noxus. Wei Dong, God Tone, and their teammates maintained blank expressions; despite the anger burning within them, they tried to appear calm, not letting Boyev see their unease. At that moment, it felt as if all of Noxus was watching, waiting to see what would happen next.
Just as God Tone was about to explode and respond to Boyev in the way he excelled at online, Sunan suddenly erupted with emotion. His voice cut through the silence of the Assembly Hall like a sharp knife, directly aimed at Boyev. His face was filled with anger and disdain, as if all his patience had transformed into fury at that moment.
"Fuck you! What kind of nonsense are you spouting?" Sunan's voice echoed in every corner, his gaze sharp and challenging. "Do you really want to fight? Come on, don't just talk shit!"
Sunan's sudden outburst not only stunned God Tone but also made the atmosphere in the hall even more tense. Boyev's expression darkened further, while others were surprised by Sunan's unreserved directness and brutality. This unconventional reaction caught Boyev off guard and intensified the already charged atmosphere even more.
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