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As the humiliation of Boyev was conveyed through the dense flock of crows to Swen, his laughter echoed in the safety of the refuge, mingling with a taste of mockery and victory. His laughter was like a unique melody, resonating in the confined space. Darius frowned beside him; he was accustomed to Swen's occasional schemes and pranks, but this situation seemed more severe.
Darius peered through the small gaps in the barricade of the refuge, catching a glimpse of Boyev surrounded by crows. The eyes of those crows were cold and merciless, like sentinels in the dark, all tools manipulated by Swen.
A look of concern crossed Darius's face. He knew Swen's cunning methods were never merciful, but this manipulation seemed more brutal than usual. He glanced back at Swen, who continued to laugh with self-satisfaction, seemingly lost in the chaos he had created.
"Swen, don't you think you've gone too far this time?" Darius finally couldn't hold back, his voice laced with clear discontent and warning. Swen's smile gradually faded, replaced by an inscrutable grin directed at Darius.
"Darius, sometimes extreme measures are necessary to ensure things go in the direction we desire. Rest assured, everything is under control." Swen's voice was calm and confident, as if all the chaos and cruelty were merely steps toward achieving their goals.
Darius had to admit that Swen's strategies were always effective, but every time he witnessed this ruthless side of him, he questioned whether they were on the right path.
Swen still wore that disdainful smile, seemingly relishing Boyev's predicament. He shook his head lightly and said casually, "Besides, that bastard Boyev has been so arrogant for so long; seeing him like this is quite satisfying, isn't it?" His voice brimmed with schadenfreude at Boyev's downfall.
Darius looked up at the barricade where Boyev's fearful and miserable expression unfolded before him. Boyev's face was twisted; his once cunning gaze was now filled with helplessness and despair. Sweat and tears mingled on his face, dripping down to dampen his filthy collar. His lips trembled as he tried to say something, but fear suppressed his voice into a feeble groan.
Watching Boyev's collapse, Darius felt a complex sense of satisfaction—not merely mockery or schadenfreude but a relief at seeing a long-time rival finally tasting defeat. Under Boyev's cunning schemes and arrogant demeanor, Darius had often felt oppressed and dissatisfied. Now, witnessing Boyev so vulnerable seemed to lift a heavy burden from his heart. However, this feeling was not purely joyful; it was more an expectation for justice—believing that even in such chaos and darkness, justice would one day prevail and bring those self-righteous villains down to dust. Although Darius maintained a calm expression, a flicker of contempt and relief shone in his eyes. He knew this war was far from over, but at least today, he saw a glimmer of hope.
Standing before Boyev, Darius clenched his thick fingers tightly as if he could release years of pent-up anger through this simple action. Suddenly, a memory flashed in his mind: two years ago during preparations for a large-scale expedition when the Natanja Family’s armory demanded exorbitant prices at a critical moment, asking for double the original payment. At that time, Boyev stood before him with an arrogant smile and said something that remained etched in his memory: "Hehe! BINGO! You got it right! I'm just being foolish!"
That flippant remark was not only a disdainful jab at Darius but also a provocation against the entire Noxian army. Darius had been furious then but had to swallow his anger due to the urgency of military operations and the unique position of the Boyev family in military supplies. Now, seeing this once arrogant man so utterly defeated before him stirred a cold pleasure within Darius.
A complex light flickered in his eyes—not just satisfaction from revenge but also an ironic acknowledgment of how figures like Boyev were still needed in Noxian political games. In the past, Boyev’s actions could be described as utterly foolish; he not only provoked Noxian authority politically but also acted tyrannically in business dealings, placing his family's interests above all else—even opposing Noxian leaders when necessary.
All of this made Darius feel a deep disdain for him, yet he had to admit that such a figure still held an irreplaceable position on the political stage. Their arrogance, though unpleasant, was part of the Noxian regime and one of the key factors in maintaining Noxus's hegemonic status.
Swen, witnessing Darius's little antics, couldn't help but tease, "Oh dear! General, I see you can't help but act so childishly." Darius's expression stiffened, and he coldly replied, "That guy's life is worth less than a dog’s; I've been fed up with him for a long time."
Swen chuckled as he patted Darius on the shoulder, saying, "Don't worry! This farce will be over soon!" His gaze then shifted to Wei Dong, who was still locked in battle, a glint of cunning triumph flashing in his eyes.
A deep smile spread across Swen's face, as if in his eyes this fight was merely another game of chess, and he held the winning move. He contemplated how this new power could be utilized and how to turn the outcome of this battle into his greatest advantage.
In Swen's eyes, Wei Dong was not just an excellent Summoner; he was a malleable resource, a tool to achieve his political goals. His gaze revealed both admiration and calculation; he had a clear understanding of Wei Dong's potential and knew exactly how to exploit it.
Swen understood that when Wei Dong became his subordinate, it would greatly bolster his political ambitions and serve as a trump card in his hand. In his plans, Wei Dong would become his right-hand man, helping him realize even greater political aspirations.
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