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"Interesting, what do they want to do?"

"I don't know, General. They just insisted on seeing you, and they wouldn't say anything other than this."

Sean smiled: "What about the civilians in the city?"

"It's all settled." Darius raised his head, as if he wanted to say something.

Sean can also see it naturally, he raised his right hand: "But it doesn't matter."

"I thought they would be full of vigilance and hatred for us, but on the contrary, after we stormed the palace and announced that Jarvan III was dead, they instead... acted like they didn't care, some even said he long time ago."

Darius said in a low voice. "It's like they've had a lot of trouble with the royal family, but, considering the character of the Demacians, and their discipline...it's unbelievable. And before we put it to death When the mageseekers were there, most of them were very happy about it."

"The leader of their surrendered Dreadnought Vanguard, Galen Crownguard, even told me he wanted to do it himself, if possible."

"Go on."

"I'm done, General." Darius lowered his head again. But Shane had roughly understood what he meant, and the giant sitting in the icy chair laughed.

"There's no need to hide your thoughts, Darius, just say what you want to say. Within the Legion, we should treat each other like brothers."

"but I--"

Darius raised his head and saw Sean's calm face, he stopped talking and nodded: "I understand."

"If I guess correctly, then there is a third party between the Demacian royal family and the nobles who are trying to rebel. Their prince and marshal should be talking about this."

Sean narrowed his eyes, much as he had guessed.

In this day and age, the anger of the common people is not aroused overnight. For most ordinary people, as long as there is a place to live and something to eat, no matter how high your rule is, they will only remain at a relatively high level. To the extent that there are criticisms, it will never act like it is now.

Very happy about their deaths, and even felt overwhelming joy after learning of the king's death.

So, the repressive rule of the Demacian royal family must have lasted for many years - or, someone forged the royal family's orders and deliberately smeared the royal family's reputation among the people.

The question is, who has the ability to do such a thing? After so many years, Demacia has always been a part of the Jarvan family.

After a while of silence, Sain said, "Bring the prince in first. As for the marshal... I'll ask her later."

Not long after, Jarvan III walked in. The young man looked haggard, but he tried his best to maintain his demeanor. He was wearing a lace leotard that was popular among nobles, and his back was straight.

Sean could see from his face that he originally wanted to say something, but after he saw Sean's first glance, all plans vanished.

The expression that originally appeared to be in the chest, and the prepared expression turned into pure surprise at this time. Although the young prince had already seen him fighting Galio from a distance, the real face-to-face was a different matter.

It's like a mountain...!

The silence lasted for a long time, or it was Shane who broke the unpleasant silence: "Jervin III... right?"

The young prince reluctantly recovered his demeanor, and he coughed: "Yes, this general, can I know your name? In this way, we will be more convenient in the future conversation."

"Sean, my name is Sean. In addition, I don't like this kind of red tape very much. If you have something to say, don't show off your complicated grammar."

Sean?

Jarvan IV's eyes widened, and Sean seemed to have anticipated his reaction. He moved his body a little and stuck his face out of the darkness, the hideous steel chin made Jarvan IV pursed his lips tightly.

"Yes, that's what you think of Sean--" He laughed and tapped his chin: "--as for this thing.... What do you think he looks like?"

"The crown of my ancestors..." Jarvan IV whispered, but he didn't hold back his anger as Thane expected. Instead, he took a deep breath and calmed down.

"It was astounding to see with my own eyes warriors who were active in the same era as my ancestors."

"I'm a little surprised that you calmed down so quickly." Sean sat back again, his steely face hidden in the darkness again. His tone was very flat, and there was no so-called surprise: "Tell me, what's the matter?"

What Jarvan IV said next was very similar to what Sean and Darius had guessed, except for one thing—even if the mastermind behind the scenes indirectly led to the demise of Demacia, they did not reveal their true identity. On the contrary, the person involved in this event either died or died prematurely.

Apart from 'feeling' wrong, Jarvan IV couldn't even come up with a little bit of so-called evidence.

Shane began to tap his chin again, and Jarvan I's crown was now like some kind of percussion instrument to him, and it struck very smoothly. He said thoughtfully, "Let's put this aside for now... Jarvan IV."

He glanced at the young prince, and suddenly grinned and asked, "I don't think you look like those playboys, have you ever thought about joining the army?"

"If you didn't come, I was going to go to the battlefield." At this time, he showed a little bit of unwillingness and the young man's arrogance, and Sain's smile became bigger and bigger.

"So, what do you think about joining my army?"

This sentence made him stunned for a moment. The first thing Jarvan IV thought of was that he was insulting himself.

But when he raised his head angrily and looked at the gaze cast in the darkness, he found that he could not feel any contempt or insult from it.

Is he really sincere? !

Jarvan IV opened his mouth, his voice dry: "...why did you do this?"

He doesn't even call you.

"Well.... You have a good physique and a very calm personality. Looking at your hands, you have also practiced swords since you were young. I want you to join, isn't it normal? For a talent like you, every legion will rush to get it. ."

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"No..." Jarvan IV gritted his teeth and asked, "I am the prince of Demacia! How can I join the army of an enemy country?"

"What does that matter?" Sean asked rhetorically. "You're a talent, and my Legion just needs someone like you. As for the prince... ah, Demacia's gone. It's just been incorporated into Noxus, soon. , even the name 'Demacia' will disappear."

"As the new city-state of Noxus, we will give it a new name."

Jarvan IV looked at him in disbelief, speechless.

Sean got up from his chair, and he stepped out of the darkness little by little. Every step made the ground tremble, and when the tall body was completely revealed in front of Jarvan IV, the young prince only felt a shudder - is he really human?

Sean raised his right hand and put it on his shoulder: "You will feel puzzled, angry and even think that I am a bloodless and tearless monster, these are normal...because you don't know Our real purpose."

"The real purpose? Isn't it to conquer the world?!" King Jarvan IV slapped his hand away and scolded angrily.

Sean lowered his head and looked at him with calm eyes: "This is just the first step."

"In the dark universe, countless dangers await humans. They wait hungry in the dark, perhaps with blades and terrifying weapons, or simply in the form of monsters. Who can tell? What?" He said in an almost aria-like tone that Jarvan IV couldn't understand.

"In such a world, the only human beings can really rely on....only themselves. So, how stupid is infighting? But what saddens me even more is that I have to lead my compatriots to kill another group My compatriots. Such a pointless consumption makes me laugh. And what makes me even more helpless is..."

"It turned out to be the only way."

"How ironic? In order to achieve peace, it is necessary to use the means of war." Sain smiled freely, looking at the confused Jarvan IV, he said softly: "Everyone says that Noxians only know how to kill. The barbarians would even call us cannibals. They slander us in every possible way, but they never really want to know us."

"The mages that Demacia hates have a place in Noxus. The vastayas, who are discriminated against by the Ionians, are an indispensable force in Noxus. Even the yordle People can find their place in this country. … They are Noxians, and Noxians have never meant a particular race, but a spirit."

King Jarvan IV asked unconsciously, "What spirit?"

Sean laughed: "Then you have to find it yourself, boy!"

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That night.

The Noxians did not imprison him or treat him as humiliating as he thought. On the contrary, Jarvan IV found that the camp he lived in was much larger than that of other ordinary soldiers. Although there is no decoration, at least the bed is soft.

For some reason, this kind of preferential treatment annoyed him more than the insult—I'm not really a dude!

He lay on the bed, still thinking about what the giant had said to him during the day. He seems to be sincere, and speaks very clearly. And Jarvan was sure that the Noxians couldn't have a lunatic as their general.

That is, what he said was true.

Jarvan smiled wryly: How can I believe this? The Noxians, on the contrary, have higher purpose than us, and while we are still struggling with the acre and third of the land under our feet, they have already turned their attention to the sky.

At this moment, the exit cloth of the tent was lifted, and a lady in gorgeous armor walked in, with a blond shawl. The dim light in the account cast shadows on her face, but it still couldn't stop her beauty.

"Your Majesty—"

Jarvan sat up and interrupted her: "—There are no more princes here, Ms. Tiana. Only Jarvan Lightshield, an ordinary person."

Tiana Crownguard, who was Grand Marshal two days ago, nodded: "I want to know, what did you talk to the Noxian general during the day?"

"Why don't you tell me what you talked about with him first? Besides, don't use honorifics anymore... You and I are not much different."

"They're all prisoners?"

Jarvan pointed to the surrounding environment: "Do you think this is the treatment a prisoner deserves?"

Tiana changed the subject abruptly after being silent for a while: "...You want to join the Noxian army?"

Jarvan nodded calmly: "Yes, if nothing else happens, I'll be wearing their armor tomorrow."

"How can this be so?!"

As he expected, the lady shouted excitedly: "This is betrayal! You are the prince, the prince of Demacia!"

"Demacia is dead, ma'am." Jarvan shook his head. "And....perhaps the people of this land would be better off under the governance of the Noxians. Whether they were persecuted or deceived by traitors, the Lightshield family failed to complete the A vow to make this land better, it's a fact."

As he said this, he remembered what Thane had said about mages, vastayas, and yordles. These beings who were discriminated against in Runeterra can find their place in Noxus and gain equal status.

Tiana looked at him as if she was looking at a stranger. After a while, she said, "...You must have been caught in some kind of magic from them."

Hearing this, Jarvan laughed: "Sometimes, letting go will make you better, my lady. And, seriously, could you please stop addressing me by honorifics?"

He continued: "It was indeed my own will to join their army. I would really like to see if the Noxians will be as equal as they claim, even if I am the prince of the enemy country, They won't despise me and insult me. I want to see if what he said is true..."

That night, the lights in Jarvan's tent stayed on until late at night. The end result was not satisfactory to both of them, Tiana always felt that Jarvan was either crazy or bewitched by magic.

And what about Jarvan...Although it wasn't the first day he knew of Tiana Crownguard's stubbornness, he was also mad at her - especially when the latter tried to slap him like this When something woke him from 'Noxian spiritual magic'.

No matter how many times he explained it, Tiana didn't want to believe that he really wanted to join the Noxian army. Yes, this was indeed a bit unacceptable, and Jarvan knew it himself, so his anger dissipated quickly.

After Tiana left, Jarvan stayed up all night.

The eyes of others are irrelevant to him at this time, and his life has undergone great changes one after another. For him at this time, even death is not such a terrible thing. He just hoped that the sun would come up soon - that way, he would go to the general and tell him that he had figured it out.

Yes, I'm going to join the Noxian army - I'm going to see if the world he describes, where humanity is united, really exists.