[0787] The Bridle

When Shyvana returned to Demacia City, hoping to tell Lux everything that had happened in Ixtal, she unexpectedly found herself out of luck.

The new empress, who should have been in the capital, was instead in Freljord—Lux had gone north!

It wasn't that she disliked staying in Demacia City. Rather, capital in the north was snowballing far beyond her expectations, and she needed to get there quickly and put on the brakes.

In fact, Lux had anticipated some of the consequences that might arise when military industries shifted to civilian production.

Even before New Demacia was established, she had discussed the issue with Karya. After her trip to Zaun, she had a clear understanding of the negative effects brought about by large-scale industrial production.

When the desire to reap profits became a gaping maw that devoured everything, even human nature could be twisted by it. As Karya put it, "This thing is way greedier than Tahm Kench."

Still, even though she had prepared herself for it, she couldn't help feeling a chill run down her spine when the north's military-to-civilian industries began growing at an astonishing rate and seemed to be developing political leanings of their own.

It was hard to imagine that, when Demacia had only just been unified, New Demacia had only just been founded, and the south still relied mainly on agriculture, many factories in the north were already trying to use money to sway industry associations and relevant officials, hoping to influence Demacia's national strategy.

Specifically, many Northern People wanted to establish large state-run farms across the vast plains of southern Demacia, using buyouts or land contracts.

Yes, the land had been distributed.

But why not stop farming it yourselves and let the state-run farms manage and cultivate it all? You didn't need so many people