Whose Fault Was It?

After Lux got things started, Jarvan IV launched into a righteous, impassioned condemnation of the nobility.

After his capture, Lux had taken Jarvan IV to watch several public trials of nobles. Having seen the unhinged methods local lords and noble cadet branches used to amass wealth, he could barely contain his resentment toward the nobility. In his eyes, if it weren't for this pack of parasites dragging the empire down with all their might, how could Demacia have ended up like this?

Jarvan IV wasn't naïve enough to think Lux had shown him all this to express that "the rebellion was for the sake of justice and fairness in Demacia." But after witnessing such damning accusations with his own eyes, he still found it impossible to stay calm.

The citizens of Demacia City watching from the sidelines were stunned.

There was really a spectacle like this?

His Majesty the Emperor was personally accusing the noble lords of being a bunch of bastards?

Well, now that was something you didn't see every day!

Everyone knew that in the past, even when the conflict between the royal family and the Noble Council was at its fiercest, both sides had still maintained a semblance of harmony. It wasn't that they had some principle of fighting without breaking things beyond repair. It was simply that the nobility needed to save face, and so did the royal family.

Maintaining their noble image in front of commoners had always been part of the nobles' and the royal family's duty.

But Jarvan IV had cast that duty aside. The royal family was finished, and he no longer needed to worry about such things.

At that moment, Jarvan IV was beginning to sound a little like the man on the crooked-neck tree: "I am no ruler who doomed