The Non-native man believed that, as a Non-native person, he should receive different treatment.
He argued loudly, his voice carrying a hint of arrogance. "We're all Non-native people. How can you favor outsiders instead of helping me?"
The Non-native man's roar was especially grating amid the bustling marketplace. His eyes burned with resentment and fury, as though every word were an accusation against an unfair fate.
Yet his words revealed a deeply ingrained prejudice—he believed that being Non-native should be a reason to receive special treatment.
Mine stood in front of him, tall and straight, her gaze blazing. There was not the slightest wavering in her heart.
She knew that voices like his were merely stumbling blocks on the long road toward integration, obstacles that had to be removed with resolve.
Faced with this sudden accusation, Mine showed no sign of panic.
She knew full well that at this moment, every action she took and every word she said would have far-reaching consequences for everyone present.
In a nation where many ethnic groups lived together, any form of favoritism or discrimination was a desecration of fairness and justice.
"As governors, we represent the interests and harmony of all Noxus, not the interests of any particular ethnic group."
Mine's words rang out with force.
"Your actions not only damage the image of Non-native people, but also violate Noxus's core values. Your score is being deducted so that you recognize your mistake, and to remind everyone: in this country, there is no special treatment—only fairness and justice."
Mine had become an assassin precisely so she could break the mutual discrimination and hatred between Non-native people and the Empire's people.
Now that Noxus had fulfilled her dream, Mine naturally would not allow anyone to destroy this hard-won age of prosperity.
The Non-native man