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The voice of Swain echoed throughout the Assembly Hall, all eyes momentarily focused on the hand raised by Wei Dong. The red mark served as a living testament, quietly narrating their achievement in defeating the nightmare. Each line of the mark seemed to tell an incredible story, drawing in those around.
However, Boyev's attitude showed no signs of softening; his cold smile tightened the already tense atmosphere. His words carried a strong skepticism, seemingly dismissing the mark on Wei Dong's hand entirely.
"Who knows if this is real?" Boyev's words caused an uproar in the crowd. "Maybe this is just something you painted on to deceive us into trusting and respecting you!"
This statement clearly further enraged those present, but many also began to question in their hearts. After all, in such a cautious Noxus, everything required solid evidence. Boyev's provocation seemed to be testing the authenticity and legitimacy of Wei Dong, God Tone, and even the entire Summoner team.
At this moment, facing Boyev's doubts, Wei Dong's expression grew serious, and the atmosphere in the hall seemed to be waiting for his response, anticipating a clear resolution to this unexpected argument.
"Mr. Boyev, are you questioning Noxus's victory or our righteousness?" Swain's voice remained calm, yet his authority plunged the room into silence. "If this mark could be easily forged, then why would we hold this ceremony here?"
Wei Dong's expression turned indifferent; he felt dissatisfied with Boyev's doubts but knew that being overly emotional in such a situation would only worsen things. Boyev's attitude was clearly provocative; he seemed unconcerned about how much turmoil his words might cause or the pressure they would place on Wei Dong and the other Summoners.
The tension in the room escalated again; Boyev's words were like a double-edged sword, both a provocation to Wei Dong and a test of faith for everyone present. Swain and Darius needed to find an answer that everyone could accept to maintain Noxus's unity and honor.
"Oh... Mr. Swain, as the cunning king of Noxus, you must know best what’s in your heart? Let me explain it to our dear Noxian citizens!" Boyev's mocking voice resonated within the Assembly Hall, his almost theatrical tone sharpening the already tense atmosphere. His words were not only a challenge to Swain but also seemed like a direct challenge to all of Noxus. Boyev pressed on relentlessly; each statement appeared calculated, aimed at creating division during this celebratory moment.
"I just want to provide everyone here with a clear explanation; after all, we nobles—the pillars of Noxus—should not be kept in the dark, right?" Boyev’s voice brimmed with provocation as he deliberately elongated his tone, seemingly waiting for Swain’s response or more waves of questioning.
Sunan clenched his fists in anger, nearly losing control in response to Boyev’s provocation. However, a small gesture from Polnareff—a signal for silence—forced him to suppress his emotions. Polnareff’s gaze conveyed calmness as if telling Sunan that remaining composed was the best weapon in this argument.
Every word and action from Boyev tested the atmosphere within the hall; he seemed to relish pushing everyone toward the edge. Yet at that moment, Polnareff’s calmness became a source of strength, temporarily quelling what could have spiraled out of control due to Sunan’s impulsiveness.
Boyev's words were ruthless, his voice echoing in the Assembly Hall, each word sharp as a deliberately honed arrow, aimed to pierce the defenses of everyone present. He strode to the center of the hall, his gaze sweeping over every noble and official in attendance, as if his eyes could penetrate their hearts, sending chills down their spines.
"Look at our great Noxus; due to a series of failures, our enemies are watching us closely. Now, to make the country appear to have some semblance of glory, you have staged such a performance, creating so-called heroes." Boyev sneered, his words seemingly freezing the air around him, his provocative gaze searching for any hint of rebuttal.
"I am truly curious, what do you plan to stage again for next week's Summon War? Are you going to arrange some sudden 'miracles' to deceive us, the people of Noxus?" Boyev's tone was filled with sarcasm and distrust, each of his statements ruthlessly peeling back the severe situation Noxus currently faced.
Boyev's mocking laughter reverberated through the Assembly Hall, making an already tense atmosphere even heavier. He seemed completely unconcerned about the controversy his words would provoke; instead, he reveled in the feeling of controlling the room. He stood there like a firebrand orator, using his rhetoric to stir the nerves of everyone present.
Every step Boyev took was filled with confidence and arrogance; he seemed to relish the moment when all eyes were focused on him. His voice grew sharper and more triumphant, each word laced with poison intended to incite dissatisfaction and anxiety in everyone present.
"I see this as nothing but a farce in Noxus, a cunning little trick to cover up incompetence and failure." Boyev grinned widely, his smile full of sarcasm and disdain. "How disappointing it is, Mr. Swain, General Darius; do you really think these so-called 'heroes' can deceive the people of Noxus?"
His voice rose higher, each word like a heavy hammer thrown on a theatrical stage, striking at the hearts of everyone present. "Look at this absurd performance: a group of repeatedly failing Summoners suddenly crowned as heroes just because they defeated a so-called nightmare. What else could this be but absurdity? Does Noxus need such heroes?"
Boyev looked around, his gaze seemingly challenging everyone's limits. "Perhaps we should thank this farce; at least it has revealed how the current leadership of Noxus uses theatrics to mask their incompetence and fear." His voice became sharp, as if whipping at everyone's pride.
"And should we true children of Noxus silently accept all this? Accept such deception and humiliation?" Boyev's rhetoric grew more intense; he seemed to be stirring the emotions of everyone present, trying to infect each listener with his dissatisfaction and anger.
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