Chapter 1778

In this pivotal moment, Ambrose had utterly forsaken all rationality, succumbing to a reckless frenzy.

He staunchly believed that his tireless efforts had been instrumental in Rufus's effective governance of West Lucozia.

In Ambrose's perspective, reveling in the privileges of power and authority was a well-deserved entitlement.

Why hold such a position if he couldn't relish its benefits? Sacrificing the lives of a few commoners seemed trivial compared to his role as governor.

He failed to perceive any wrongdoing on his part, attributing the entire crisis to Rufus's lack of wisdom.

"Ambrose, do you still refuse to accept it?" Rufus shook his head, disappointment etched across his face.

He went on, "Your son ran rampant, lives were callously taken, and the people were treated as if they were inconsequential. Your actions mirror those of ancient savages—burning, killing, and pillaging!"

"I've achieved greatness! I built West Lucozia's prosperity, ensuring its citizens' well-be