Re;Kingdom, Starting a Life with Amnesia from Zero

Arc 3 – “Kingdom of Future” – Capital Arc

3.2 – “Paragons of Virtue and Glory”

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The atmosphere in the royal throne hall was incredibly different from the room where both Aldebaran and Priscilla Barielle were.

Her amethyst colored eyes, along with that beautiful silky silver-hair made Jens instantly recognize the one who called out his name. She placed her pale hand on her chest and gazed worriedly at the one she called.

Jens : “Ah… Emilia!”

Happiness started to rise within Jens once he saw her. He noticed that she was extremely worried, since he was gone without saying anything. But in addition to that, he also noticed that she sighed out of relief, probably because she affirmed his safety.

Emilia started walking slowly towards him, and the other members of the Emilia Camp followed.

Aldebaran : “I did not expect you to be part of a camp like… Emilia’s.”

Suddenly, Jens heard a voice from behind him speak in a different matter from before. Turning his head around, he saw Aldebaran scratching the back of his helmet nervously.

Then, like a goddess descending from the heavens, Priscilla Barielle entered the scene. Her presence could be felt from the other side of the hall, and one could possibly consider her as a maiden which was bestowed by god himself.

Priscilla : “You were right Aldebaran, this truly is interesting. However, it seems that the situation has altered to an ugly degree. Never had mine sacred self imagined that he would be part of a camp like that of the “Witch”.”

Despite having the presence of a superior goddess, blessed by both beauty and talent, the way she was talking was nothing but arrogant. Referring to herself as “mine sacred self”, along with that matter of speaking itself, expressed nothing but pride.

Hearing Priscilla refer Emilia as a Witch, Jens enraged instantly. Fury started to stream through his veins, along with anger through his mind, which caused him to instantly draw his blade.

Jens : “Don’t you dare to call her like that, you hear me?”

Burning wrath was able to be seen in his eyes. Neither did the blade nor the burning anger intimidate Priscilla Barielle in the slightest. To the contrary, she seemed amused.

She grabbed an orange fan from between her breasts and pointed it towards Jens. The spectators were both amazed and confused by the fan, since nobody expected it to be drawn from her big breasts.

The fan was decorated with black feathers, along with both dark yellow and crimson red floral decorations. It seemed like a very expensive piece of art, but it appeared that Priscilla Barielle used it as her weapon.

Priscilla : “An inadequate man like yourself is trying to lecture mine sacred self? Don’t misunderstand your stupidity for such non-existent bravery. After all… It appears that you don’t comprehend what phenom I am, do you? Priscilla Barielle is the name. Remember the name of mine when you shall witness me as the final victor.”

Jens : “I don’t-”

As he was about to respond to the sacred words of the woman before him, he was stopped.

With a single hand movement of Priscilla, an incredible amount of energy was being directed towards him, which caused him to be blown away easily. He landed on the back of his head, causing him to grief in pain short after.

The fan in her hand released a shockwave of most likely Wind, or perhaps Yang mana.

Jens : “Aaaagh!”

Immediately, he tried to recover from that attack, and returned to his feet. However, the one in front of him had an entirely different aura now.

Priscilla : “What you just displayed was nor devotion nor admiration. You really don’t understand the greatness of mine. It seems that our conversation came to its conclusion. Don’t anticipate for forgiveness once you’ll finally develop a mentality of a victor.”

Exact that moment, Emilia ran towards Jens and stopped the two of them from clashing. First, Emilia gazed worriedly at Jens, until she turned her glance towards Priscilla Barielle.

Emilia : “How dare you to fight in such a sacred place like this?”

Priscilla : “The actions of mine are not limited by pathetic rules. What is mine, remains mine. Thus, there’s no need for mine sacred self to follow such restrictions.”

Then, the powerful maiden Priscilla turned away from Emilia, and hid the bottom of her face with her fan while still gazing at her.

Aldebaran : “Princess, I think that’s enough for today, don’t you think? We don’t want any unnecessary conflicts.”

Priscilla : “Aldebaran, don’t make me ruin your face more than that it already was.”

Aldebaran : “Great… got it.”

Their brief interaction ended with a scolding. Priscilla Barielle then turned around away from both Jens and the Emilia Camp, until she glanced slightly at the boy.

Priscilla : “The heavens are telling me that our conversation may have come to its conclusion now, but will be continued later, hopefully with better circumstances…”

As she spoke out these words, she walked away along with Aldebaran.

The man in the helmet, his aura changed drastically from the moment he learned that Jens was part of Emilia’s camp. Jens noticed that, which made the man even more of a mystery than that he already was.

However, leaving such mysteries and thoughts behind, Jens turned towards Emilia and smiled. The tiny gray cat named Puck was on her shoulder, cleaning his pawns. The other members of the Emilia Camp were all present as well.

Emilia : “You shouldn’t interact with other camps that much, you can get into problems!”

Jens : “And so I noticed, sorry about that. Though, perhaps a good question now would be… What did actually happen in the forest, back when we made our way to the Royal Capital?”

Meili : “It seeee~ms like Older Brother Jensieee~ vanished out of nowhereee~! Isn’t thaaat weiiiird?”

Hearing the comment of the little girl Meili Portroute, Jens formed a confused expression. Not because of her actual comment, but because of the nickname “Older Brother Jensie”.

Jens : “You know Meili, there’s no need for that weird nickna-”

Before he was able to finish his sentence, Elis interrupted with an appropriate explanation.

Elis : “An assailant appeared from the dense woods. Before we could comprehend the situation at hand, you were gone. The moment Emilia-sama summoned her Great Spirit, the assailant was gone, and so were you. We spend hours searching for you, but luckily, it seems that you made it here all safely.”

Jens : “Hours? That’s somewhat weird. It didn’t feel like hours to me, it felt like-”

??? : “EVERYONE! PLEASE TAKE PLACE IN YOUR OWN SQUARE!”

A loud voice of an old man echoed through everyone’s ears as he demanded order in the throne hall.

Due to the serious discussion at the Emilia Camp, nobody of them noticed that the King had arrived at his throne. The man had an intellectual aura, accompanied with wrinkled and problems with his lungs. He had shining gold hair, and eyes that of crimson red.

Jens : “What square?”

He whispered to Emilia, who glanced back at him in an instant. Then, she tilted her head slightly towards the empty area in the throne hall. It was a square with an amethyst colored outline and golden inside.

Then, Jens was able to make the connection between the squares and the Camps. Each square represented the camp that will be participating in the Royal Election. Thus, he and the others made their way to their square.

??? : “Ah, welcome wise-men of mine…”

The massive gold and crimson door opened, and hundreds if not more old men entered the throne hall. They were all wearing fancy clothes with various colors and decorations. Jens was able to comprehend that these men had to be noble, due to their clothes resembling nobility.

Jens was too nervous to glance at the other squares, thus he kept silent and barely moved an inch. He payed his upmost attention to the king and the events that would happen now.

As the King of Lugnica sat down on his throne, he clapped his fragile hands. Instantly, a beautiful maiden came from the crowd.

She was for sure a beautiful maiden, perhaps in her late twenties. She swung her beautiful blonde hair as she walked down the path towards the King. The only ugly feature about her was her smug-like smile.

Noticing this, another man walked towards the throne of the King.

Then, the girl from before, Weiss Schnee, made her way to the throne of the King as well.

??? : “Allow me to savor the atmosphere, with a warm welcome…!”

The old man said loudly with a heart-warming smile on his face.

Jens felt somewhat out of place in this sacred Throne Hall. He felt his sweat dripping from his forehead to his chin, until it dropped down and scattered on the ground. Glancing nervously to his left, there was Rem and Meili who were silent. Gazing towards his right, there was Emilia and Elis, paying full attention. Until,

Elis : “Oops! I forgot!”

As if forgetting the most important thing on earth, Elis dashed towards the throne nervously. The maiden, the man, and Weiss Schnee gazed disgustfully at the man who seemingly forgot his role here.

??? (2) : “Tch.. I had greater expectations of you, Evergarden.”

The man who gave Elis a scolding was probably a man of nobility. However, despite most nobles in the throne hall being old and spoiled, he was different from them. The aura he expressed was that of a warrior, who could face everyone and everything on the battlefield. The gaze in his eyes was that which could possibly kill.

Elis : “Sorry!”

In front of the throne, there were the five squares, each resembling one camp that would compete with the other four to become the 42nd King of the Dragon Kingdom of Lugnica. Behind those squares, there was a huge crowd of nobles, hundreds of hundreds of them, all in various sizes, age and origin. However, between those nobles, there were also various royal knights and Lugnician mages.

??? : “It is mine pleasure… Thank you very much for attending to this miraculous event. Welcome… to the Royal Election. The name of mine is Jet Lugnica, the 41st king of our Dragon Kingdom Lugnica… Before we’ll start the ceremony officially, representatives of the four Kingdoms shall introduces themselves.”

The royal who introduced himself as the 41st King of Lugnica didn’t quite look like a king, but instead like an old wise-man. He was really old and very tired

Weiss : “The name is Weiss Schnee. Former member of Team RWBY and the current heiress of the Schnee House, I’ll be the representative of the northern Holy Kingdom Gusteko.”

A formal introduction was given. And in response, the entire crowd clapped, as if it was to be expected. However, only one reaction to that introduction was different from the others.

The woman with blonde hair laughed.

??? : “Ignorant spoiled brad. You speak as if we’re interested in hearing about your family name. Don’t misunderstand, it is your family who caused most of the economic crisis in our Kingdom.”

Speaking in an arrogant matter, somewhat similar to Priscilla Barielle, the beautiful woman scolded Weiss Schnee and her family name, causing the white-haired girl to form a sorrowful expression before trying to respond.

Weiss : “Excuse me? I didn’t–”

Cynthia : “We heard enough. My name is Cynthia Elscar. It is me who will be representing the Dragon Kingdom of Lugnica during the Royal Election. Ease your hearts and minds, since it is I who will guard you during this ceremony.”

Just like that, the beautiful woman named Cynthia interrupted Weiss as if she was a lower being. Following the pattern, another person started his self-introduction.

Alexandrius : “Alexandrius Fulcia is my name. I’m the representative of the Sacred Empire of Volakia. That aside, I’m also the head-leader and commander of the Volakian Military. In addition to that, the connection between mine and that of his excellency Vincent Volakia is that of master and servant. Meaning, I’m his left hand. Please, rest assured as I shall give my life not just for Vincent, but also for this Kingdom.”

The commander of the Volakian Military introduced himself, Alexandrius was the name of his. He had bandage covering his bottom part of his face, along with a scar near his right eye. Despite these features, he was still a handsome young man, probably around the age of twenty six.

The red patterns on his military uniform gave off an expression of high status, thus those who witnessed his appearance could easily trust his words regarding his occupation. His somewhat bright crimson hair was fluffy, yet in an ordinary style. With the glance in his yellow eyes, accompanied by the massive great sword on his back, he was capable of terrifying someone on a battlefield.

Elis : “M-My name is Elis Rose Evergarden! Royal Election Participant and the representative of the western Kararagi City States! In addition to th-”

Alexandrius : “That’s enough Evergarden.”

The young man stuttered due to his nerves, yet he was interrupted as rude as it may sound. As easily as possible, Alexandrius gave Elis a scolding, and rebuked him as if it was second-nature.

Elis : “Sorry!”

Then, a deadly silence occurred. After the scolding, the entire crowd felt various things regarding the conversation which just happened. Thankfully, such silence was broken by the King.

Jet : “Thank you very much… Now, these representatives shall be aiding mine self during the Royal Election. Not just guarding the life of mine, but they also act as guardians of our world. Luckily, the world of ours has been in national peace for some time. Yet, enemies with different ideals seem to be arising. Thus, there was no choice but to request assistance. Now that aside…”

He stopped talking, and took a breath from his brief explanation. Then, as he gazed at the crowd, he opened his arms in peace, and spoke.

Jet : “We shall continue with the Royal Candidates. Priscilla Barielle, would you mind starting?”

Priscilla : “Don’t mind if I do. Fools of mine, it’s hyper time!”

Rising her fan which was being held in her right hand, Priscilla divided the crowd, opening a path for her to walk. As she did so, such motions were that of someone superior to humanity. She looked like a goddess who descended from the heavens to walk down these lands.

Few individuals followed her, most likely Camp Members that were able to be present at today’s ceremony.

However, as she referred to her subordinates as fools, the crowd started talking regarding the flaws and the negatives about it. Despite being their superior, it is considered wrong to act like that. Yet, Priscilla Barielle didn’t care, nor did her followers.

As she gazed at the crowd, she started wavering her fan, cooling her face from the passionate talking. However, the glance of hers was one which was capable of killing. The energy within her eyes was that of a venom flower, capable of captivating one’s love, and destroying it.

Priscilla : “It’s quite a sight here. Tragic sight.”

Jet : “

Priscilla Barielle. Could you introduce yourself, then your knight, then your camp and then the speech ? ”

Priscilla : “Mine sacred self goes with various names. Those who have a state of mind of a winner, recognize me as the victorious one, who shall rise in this Royal Election. Priscilla Barielle, the “Sun Princess” is before you, allow me to savor the atmosphere levity as the subordinates of mine shall introduce themselves.”

Arrogant as ever, Jens and Nathan glanced at each other without making a noise. Despite they did not exchange a single word with each other, both knew what they were thinking.

The woman before them, was absolutely too prideful.

With a black helmet and his sheet on his belt, Aldebaran stepped forward and scratched the back of his helmet. An ominous aura was surrounded that knight, there was something suspicious about him.

Aldebaran : “Sup everyone! The name is Al. Priscilla-sama’s knight. I ain’t got no title worth givin’, so please, call me Al.”

While listening to his self-introduction, Jens gazed thoughtfully at him in full confusion. That man, who has lost his arm, along with a ruined face according to Priscilla, is under the same circumstances as Jens. Thinking about this, Jens is left in even more confusion than just a second ago.

There has to be a connection between the amnesia of Aldebaran and that of Jens. Could it be that “The Jester” Masquerade is targeting certain kinds of people? In addition to that question, perhaps asking Aldebaran regarding certain terminology which Jens still recalled post amnesia could give a better indication about this problem. But,

Alexandrius : “Mister Al, if you don’t mind me asking, what is it with that helmet of yours…. Now that I look closely, that looks like a replica helmet from that of the “Gladiator King”. Is that correct?”

Aldebaran : “That’s indeed right. And you see, my face isn’t as good-looking as it used to be. Here,”

The knight of Priscilla lifted the bottom part of his helmet, exposing his mouth and chin. However, everything above his nose was not able to be seen.

From what was able to be seen, his entire face was scorched. Countless scars and burn marks remained on his face. There was a little amount of facial hair, but nothing noticeable.

Alexandrius : “Very well, my apologies for requesting such thing.”

Aldebaran : “Don’t worry ‘bout it.”

Then, a green haired maid stepped forward and started her self-introduction. She wore a green maid outfit with a white frilled head band, matching white apron, and a pair of brown boots over black leggings.

Ryuu : “My name is Ryuu Lyon, Priscilla’s personal maid and assailant.”

Despite being a maid, she was just as beautiful as a Royal Election candidates. However, her magical and physical capabilities were probably that of a high ranked knight in Lugnica.

Then, the pink haired boy stepped forward, and introduced himself politely.

Schult : “My name is Schult! Priscilla’s follower, I shall be assisting Priscilla-sama during all times of the Election!”

The young boy yelled with his high pitched voice. He was a handsome boy with red eyes and medium length fluffy and curly hair. He had a thin body like a woman and wears a butler uniform over his developing body, his appearance somehow giving off an immoral feeling.

Then, the final member of the Priscilla Camp stepped forward.–

Haku : “The “Killing Wind” Haku Segmunt is my name. I’m the youngest member of the Segmunt home, and the successor of my older brother, The “Blue Lightning” Cecilus Segmunt!”

The little boy named Haku had spiky silver hair, very pale skin, and blue eyes. He wears a long-sleeved dark shirt and white pants. Despite having very neutral clothes, the aura he expressed was that of a beast. Along with his title “Killing Wind”, he was for sure a powerful individual.

Despite being a little boy, the entire crowd was shocked by his self-introduction. Not just the crowd, but also members of the Emilia Camp, but Jens.

Then, a loud voice from the front row of the crowd echoed in the throne hall. The person speaking was a noble in his 40’s. He has a small, well kept mustache and short hair.

Miser : “Excuse me my excellency…! My name is Miser. But please pardon me when I say that I don’t particularly agree with the younger brother of Cecilus-dono participating in the Royal Election. Two years ago, Lugnica was in serious conflicts with the Empire, and now we’re allowing their kind in becoming our masters? They could be traitors, betrayers—”

Priscilla : “It seems that other Kingdoms simply lack proper education. Thus, I shall be giving you all a lecture right now… Don’t think.”

Just like that, the noble was interrupted by the unacceptable words of Priscilla. Raising her hand with an arc-like motion, bright radiance was shining from the tip of her fan.

Priscilla : “Thou shalt fathom this opportunity which mine self has offered with a frenzy. Giving the current circumstances, the Volakian Empire has enough problems with the deranged Slaughterhouse Nine at the current moment. Despite the Simurgh still being dormant, such being must always be under dominance. Thus, how darest thou even consider such thing? The governmental organization along with the imperial military have better business to do than infiltrating a kingdom. Hear the holy words of mine, as they are contaminated by nothing but verity.”

With that explanation being thrown back at Miser, he found himself lost for words, which caused him to remain silent.

Jet : “Thank you so much for that Priscilla… Now, if you don’t mind…?”

Priscilla : “Alright old man! Here me! I walk the path to royalty because the heavens wish me to do so! This world is full of things that go my way after all! No, no one else is competent enough! Therefore I’m the most worthy to become the King! All you need to do is be obedient to me!”

Swinging her arm to the rear, Priscilla Barielle spoke out with pride.

Not just calling the King as “Old Man”, but also that awfully arrogant speech of hers caused each spectator to be confused. It wasn’t because of her actions, but before of her character self. From the beginning until now, Priscilla Barielle had been speaking as if she was blessed by the heavens with each and single talent. Yet, none of these talents had been shown.

Jet : “But Priscilla-sama… What benefits us, the citizens of Lugnica of being obedient to you?”

Despite being referred as just an “Old Man”, Jet Lugnica spoke out formal as ever. He asked a question which stumbled between everyone’s mind after the her display of self superiority.

Priscilla : “It seems thou still don’t understand the greatness of mine, do you? Being obedient to me means that you’re at the side of the victor. Mine sacred self can fulfill whatever desires thou mightst have. The only requirement remains the same, which is following mine sacred self!”

Gazing at the King like a self-satisfied smug, the crimson red eyes of Priscilla Barielle were burning with passion. Thus, the words of hers were most likely not just “Words”. The way she spoke, it seemed like she was completely confident regarding her beliefs and promises.

Jet : “So that’s the case… Thank you very much, I ask you kindly to return to your Square. Now… Crusch Karsten, please.”

Crusch : “Understood. Follow me.”

From a square on Jens’ right, a woman stepped forward. She turned herself towards the crowd as she was standing next to the King. On the King’s right side, there were the representatives. On his left, the Crusch Camp had arrived.

As she turned herself towards everyone, her beauty was unleashed and left to be witnessed.

Crusch : “Allow me to introduce myself as I’ll be giving my speech. Does that hinder you or your schedule in some kind of way?”

The woman speaking, Crusch Karsten was a beautiful woman with amber eyes and long dark green hair that reaches to the middle of her back. She wears a blue uniform, which expresses the presence of someone firm and apparently patriot. Along with a blue cap, white gloves and long brown shoes, Crusch looked like an attractive lady wearing men clothes.

Jet : “No, not at all. Please, continue.”

Their quick exchange along with their clashing gazes caused an out-of-place air in the atmosphere.

Crusch : “Due to my former achievements like the “Great Subjugation of the Guiltylawe” and the “Lion’s Everlasting Covenant”, I have grown a reputation in the lands of the Dragon Kingdom of Lugnica, so my presence here was to be expected from most of you. Yet, I’ll still introduce myself as I normally would…”

During her explanation, Jens carefully glanced at Rem. Noticing this, Rem moved her gaze towards him. As their gazes met, the boy nervously spoke out.

Jens : “Rem-san… What exactly are those two achievements she mentioned?”

Asking questions in a moment like this, the boy sure was reckless. However, since Jens grew a great bond with Rem during the “Raven’s Assault on Roswaal’s Mansion”. Thus, even in a moment like this, Rem whispered.

Rem : “The “Lion’s Everlasting Covenant” was a pact made by the fourth prince of the Lugnica and Crusch Karsten. Due to making a promise with each other, an unbreakable contract, an everlasting covenant, even in his after-life, the Lion King Fourier Lugnica is guiding Crusch Karsten. The fourth prince Fourier is ever-present within Crusch’ mind. However, their communication is limited, yet thanks to their contract, Crusch had made many achievements. But don’t misunderstand please Jens-san, it is not Fourier who is making Crusch victorious. Their bond with each other causes the triumph to be theirs. It is the strong-will of Crusch combined with the pure soul of Fourier-sama that makes Crusch indomitable.”

Hearing that, various thoughts flow through the mind of the boy.

An eternal contract was made between the two, who were most likely lovers Jens thought to himself. This vow, whether one is in heaven or hell, is still going on. That contract which they made makes Crusch hear the wise words of Fourier Lugnica, or perhaps does he share his mind with hers? The exact details were still unknown, but now Jens at least knew the terminology of the “Lion’s Everlasting Covenant” and it’s rough meaning.

Rem : “Then, the “Great Subjugation of the Guiltylawe” was a mission led by Crusch Karsten where they would exterminate a pretty well-known Demon Beast. It’s danger level is near that of Raven Branwen. Due to having many reputations and connections within the Kingdom and even in the other countries, Crusch was able to lead a crusade of warriors with powers unimaginable. Roughly five hundred knights had been obliterated by the great power of the Guiltylawe, but thanks to the help of the “Sword Demon” and the “Valkyrie” Crusch karsten, they were victorious.”

Hearing that, Jens recalls his time when he and few others were in the “Forest of Never Returning”. Suddenly, remembrance struck him. He stood face to face with a demon beast known as the Guiltylawe. Perhaps this was a recent achievement? Either way, something was off regarding that.

But that wasn’t the only thing stuck on his mind.

Rem had mentioned a new title, unknown to the boy. The “Sword Demon” was for the first time introduced to the boy, thus he questioned it.

Jens : “Who is that? The-”

Rem : “Jens-san… Ssshh!”

As he was theorizing in his head, Jens did not notice that the speech had started. Realizing this, he immediately turned silent and glanced at Crusch with a dead-serious gaze.

Crusch : “Don’t mind me if I introduce myself as many in the northern of Lugnica call me, the “Valkyrie”. In the other places of the Dragon Kingdom of Lugnica, people might know me as the “Goddess of War”, yet these are just names… What really matters now, is the Dragon Kingdom of Lugnica… The country has grown and prospered under the protection of the “Dragon’s Contract” I acknowledge the prosperity that we’ve had thanks to the contract with our “Divine Dragon” Volcanica. The dragon will always help us in our times of need… Allow me to ask you now… DO YOU FEEL NO SHAME?!”

Instantly, chaos grew through the crowd of noble men. As if ordered, Cynthia stepped forward like a heroic warrior. Moving her hand to the rear quickly, a motion that indicates to leave, Cynthia released a powerful shout.

Cynthia : “You’re overstepping your bounds Crusch! How dare you to do something like that? Making like of the contract, that’s unforgivable! Are you denying the history of the Dragon Kingdom?!”

Showing absolutely no signs of interest, Crusch Karsten didn’t even bother moving her head an inch. Her gaze was locked and loaded on the crowd before her.

Crusch : “I’m sure I mentioned that I have acknowledged our past prosperity, oam I mistaken? The Karsten House has benefited from it after all. However, the future is a different story!”

Once she spoke about her House, there was a sorrowful charm to her sharp eyes. Yet, she moved passed that easily with a shout about the future.

Crusch : “This country has become too dependent of this covenant and has subsequently become weak! Can you say that we are prepared for the events that the “Dragon’s History Stone” make no mentioned of? Dependance gives birth to stagnation, and stagnation brings about corruption… Corruption eventually brings about destruction. That’s how I see it and how you all should see it. If we will die out without the dragon…. We should become the dragon ourselves! When I become the 42nd King of Lugnica, I will make sure that the dragon forgets about the covenant! The Kingdom of Lugnica isn’t the dragon’s possession! IT IS OURS!”

A feeling of warmth transcended through her words and binded to the souls of the spectators. It was a feeling of power, a feeling of will, a desire to preserve light. The powerful words accompanied with the manner of speech made people instantly fall for her words.

The crowd remained speechless, and so was Cynthia. Thus, she stepped back and kept her thoughts to herself.

Weiss : “Crusch-sama, if I get this right, you want to focus on the strength of the country, excluding the divine assistance of the “Holy Dragon”?”

Crusch : “That’s exactly as stated.”

A brief silence occured, until Jet Lugnica broke such silence with a single clap of his hands.

Jet : “Beautiful. Ambitious and strong-willed as ever. You meet the exact expectations which I had from you. Now, if you don’t mind, what about your followers?”

Crusch raised her right hand, and an individual allied to Crusch stepped forward.

The person had flax colored hair and yellow eyes. The person was wearing a blue collar with a ribbon, a blue dress, black tights, blue leggins, blue shoes, white arm covers, and a blue scarf tied around her right arm. She gave off an aura of a cat, probably because of the flax colored cat ears.

Felix : “Nyaa~! Current title-holder of “Blue”, my name is Felix Argyle. I’m Crusch-sama’s knight!”

The title of “Blue” defined that the holder was the best magic-user of the corresponding magic affinity. In this case, Felix Argyle appeared to be “Blue”, the best Water Mage in the Dragon Kingdom of Lugnica.

Yet, there was something way more important to be realized.

Jens : “Knight?!”

Nathan : “Knight?!”

Instantly, the same reactions and uncomfortable feeling was shared between Nathan and Jens. They moved their glances away from the cat-like man who looked like a female, and looked each other in the eyes. They were both confused that the person who just introduced himself… was a male.

Then, a beauty stepped forward. Jens already knew who this lady was, yet he still kept listening due to his lack of information. Perhaps learning more about her would be beneficial for him in the future.

Maria : “My name is Maria Aqua, the current head of the Aqua House. I shall be aiding Crusch-sama during the Royal Election.”

With her beautiful supernatural blue hair, and her beyond amazing ocean blue eyes, she glanced at the crowd. Placing the palm of her hand on her chest, Maria Aqua spoke.

Then, another female stepped forward. However, this female had some male characteristics.

Zoe : “The honor is mine. Thank you very much for having me, Crusch-sama. Commander of the Karsten military force and acting as Crusch-sama’s personal tactician, I am Zoe Atlas. I shall be giving whatever is required if it means Crusch being victorious.”

Zoe had wide, light brown eyes and shoulder length dark brown hair that was tied up in an unkempt high ponytail with bangs parted down the middle. For some reason, her hair seemed somewhat oily and unclean. She wore a square, thick-rimmed glasses that have bands strapped around her head to keep them from dislodging during combat.

Along with her presence, she brought a cheerful and bright aura. She had noticeable cute features, like her smile and her eyes.

Alexandrius : “Never had mine self even thought about the possibility of you being a member of a Royal Camp.”

Zoe : “It’s also very nice to see you again, Alexandrius.”

With their brief exchange happening, the spectators were somewhat confused about their acquaintanceship.

Jens : “Rem-san, who is Zoe Atlas?”

Rem : “She is an incredible combatant. Graduated from the Mistral Haven Academy, Zoe Atlas ranked as the “Number One” student thanks to her extraordinary maneuvers and marvelous way of fighting.”

During his stay at the “Roswaal Mansion”, both Rem and Ram had helped Jens in lecturing him regarding certain terminology and various events that had happened in the past. The Mistral Haven Academy is one of them which Rem had taught him.

The Haven Academy is a school-like institute where people all over the Kingdom of Mistral go to. The main goal is to become stronger and perhaps join the military in other places. The Haven Academy is located in the city of “Windshire”, a pretty well-known tourist destination.

Then, an old man stepped forward. In his blue eyes, there was a glimpse of absolute loyalty towards Crusch Karsten. He had white hair, along with a mustache and a beard. He wears a white shirt, white vest, black bowtie, black dress pants, and a black and blue coat. Despite being old, the man was still noticeably muscular for someone with a butler outfit.

Wilhelm : “Mine name is Wilhelm van Astrea, the “Sword Demon”. Husband of the former “Sword Saint” and the bodyguard of the “Valkyrie” Crusch-sama.”

So that was the “Sword Demon”, a butler member of the Crusch Camp.

In addition to that, hearing the name “van Astrea” caused confusion to grow in Jens’ mind. Due to his age, Jens assumed that Wilhelm van Astrea was Reinhard’s grandfather, or perhaps great grandfather if the family is young enough.

Jet : “Thank you very much. The next is, Anastasia Hoshin.

Then, another camp had risen to the center of the stage.

The woman leading the camp, was somewhat different from all the others.

Anastasia : “Hello Hello! My name is Anastasia Hoshin~! Head of the Kararagian Hoshin Tradin’ Company!”

She spoke with a different dialect, but luckily the same language.

Anastasia Hoshin was a petite woman with blue green eyes and long, wavy purple hair that extends to her hips. She wore a long white dress with a fur hat and scarf along with a large purse shaped like a wallet. She had cute looks and an aura similar to a small animal.

There was something about her which gave one the charm of a shy maiden, or perhaps a shrewd fox. Either way, there was something unique about this woman.

Julius : “The “Greatest Knight”, The “Most-Valuable Knight”, or perhaps the “Finest Knight”, either way, my name remains Julius Euculius, head of the Euculius house, the only knight of Anastasia Hoshin-sama.”

The knight of Anastasia Hoshin was a member of nobility, based of his occupation as a house head. He acted in a proper fashion, having an air of nobility and conviction.

Julius has sparkling yellow eyes, perhaps a touch of orange can be noticed in them, depending on the lightning. His light purple hair that is arranged elegantly with a strand hanging down his face is beautiful and well kept. In addition to that, his muscular lean physique is that of a perfect Knight. He wears a Royal Guard uniform which is clean, no single scratch or stain to be found.

Basically, there was no doubt that this person was an incredible threat if he would be your enemy. Despite his skills remaining unknown, he was a master swordsman for sure.

??? : “Oi Oi Ana-sama! Is’t my time?”

A very tall wolf-human spoke. He stood beside Julius Euculius, casually. He has a wolf face, and his entire body was covered with black and gray fur. He wears a disheveled black kimono with crimson and purple plain decorations.

He was probably around 190 centimeters. Though, despite his size, his eyes were the most noticeable. His eyes are narrow sits, barely able to be seen. From a simple gaze, the Wolf-Human’s eyes were black.

Cynthia : “I believe everyone knows who you are… Halibel the “Admirer”.”

As the crowd heard the title of the Wolf-Human, they gave a frenzy in return.

Young man : “What is the meaning of this? The strongest Ninja of the Kararagi City States is participating as well?”

Woman : “Nonsense!”

Knight : “Impossible! This is unfair!”

However, his response to such negativity was nothing but a single laugh. He laughed the crowd right in their faces as they grew silent.

Halibel : “Oi Oi! Yer all noisy guys, ain’t cha? “Sword Saint”, “Crazed Prince”, “Admirer” or “Blue Lightning”, who cares? All that we care ‘bout is the revolution of tha Kingdom, no? Thus, whether Reinhard is participating or me, the outcome remains the same. Now… Allow me to introduce myself as Halibel, the Great “Admirer” of the Kararagi City States, member of the Anastasia Camp.”

Then, as his self-introduction was pretty self-explanatory, Halibel stepped back and Joshua stepped forward.

Just now did Jens realize that Joshua Euculius and Julus Euculius are related. They were most likely brothers, or perhaps nephews from each other. Either way, there was no doubt that they were related.

Joshua : “My name is Joshua Euculius. Next in line of becoming the head of the Euculius House and the personal supervisor of Anastasia Hoshin ! ”

Then, three cat-like beast childred stepped forward. All of them had orange hair with blue eyes. All three of them wore the same white cloak with orange outlines.

Mimi : “List’n up! My name is Mimi Pearlbaton! This is Tivey and Hetaro Pearlbaton. The Pearlbaton triplets, acting as guards of Anastasia-sama!”

Mimi had blue eyes and long orange hair which she tied into two tails. She had orange cat ears along with a tail.

Hetaro Pearlbaton had blue eyes and medium length orange hair. He had orange cat ears along with a tail and wore the same robe. Unlike his sister Mimi, he had differently shaped eyebrows and slightly droopy eyes. Based on his eyes, one would describe him as a boy with big round eyes who is easily mentally fatigued.

Tivey Pearlbaton had blue eyes and medium length orange hair. Same cat ears and same tail as his siblings. But, unlike them, he wears a monocle on his left eye, making him give off an intellectual and calculating aura.

Jet : “Interesting Camp you have there Anastasia-sama. Now, may I request your speech?”

Anastasia : “Yes… Well then, I’ll begin. Unfortunately, I don’t have grand ambitions like Crusch-sama, or believe that I’m the chosen one like Priscilla-sama… However, there’s one thing I can say. I’m a little greedier than others!”

The beginning of her speech had started. Winking at the crowd, Anastasia Hoshin expressed a childish aura. Thus, Jens, along with many others glanced strangely at her.

Anastasia : “One day, I scored when I voiced my opinion about how things were done. Gradually I was put in charge of even bigger deals. Eventually, I started earning enough to forget about my poor past. I was supposed to feel relieved. But I felt like I was poorer than before.”

Jet : “Why is that ? ”

Questioning her right after the that she started, Anastasia gazed at the ceiling of the Royal Throne Hall. There was a glimpse of prediction in her gaze, as if she had foreseen what in the near future would happen.

Anastasia : “As my connections grew, the amount of things I wanted also increased. That’s the scary thing about greed. I want this, and that, more, more, more more. Before I knew it, I was the head of the Hoshin Trading Company, one of the leading powers in Kararagi. However… That still didn’t satisfy me. I wasn’t able to have the feeling of sufficiency. I wanted something bigger… something much bigger than before… I WANT THIS COUNTRY!”

If there had to be a word which was the personification of Anastasia Hoshin, it would be “Greed”. In mythology, “Greed” is one of the seven deadly sins., where one has an intense and selfish desire for something. The desire to obtain that which one may not already have.

Thus, the crowd went silent. Even in such deadly silence, Cynthia coughed without remorse. Noticing this, Jet Lugnica moved his glance away from the crowd, to the Royal Election Participate.

Jet : “Why would we vote on you, Anastasia?”

Anastasia : “Didn’t I mention it? I’m greedy. What I obtain is mine and everything I own is a part of my passion. That’s why… You can all feel at ease and become mine!”

In their clashing gazes there was a non-existent sparkling light of confliction. Jet Lugnica didn’t quite belief nor understood the words of Anastasia Hoshin, still… he thanked her for her time.

Jet : “Thank you very much Anastasia Hoshin. Now, Emilia, if you don’t mind?”

Priscilla : “Hooh? Either I’ve lost mine mind, or you all have lost your spine!”

Stepping forward without a single indication of permission, Priscilla Barielle had risen to the center of the stage once again. Pointing the tip of her fan towards the ceiling, Priscilla expressed an important aura, that of a goddess or perhaps something even more superior.

Alexandrius : “Priscilla-sama, please go back to your square. Don’t you even consider on thinking-”

Priscilla : “Don’t mistake your place for mine, lower life form. That which is mine, remains mine. Allow me to lecture you one more time, you’re simply a dense one, who cannot tell whenever he’s out of his league. Thus, allow me to clarify the situation at hand… The King of Lugnica is allowing a “Half-Witch” on participating with the Royal Election! Don’t you feel ashamed?”

Like a graceful maiden delivering the absolute judgement upon the King and the crowd, Priscilla had shouted her believes that were accompanied with common knowledge regarding the Witch of Envy, Satella.

Jens : “SHUT UP!”

Screaming as loud as possible, Jens raised his body. Moving his sharp gaze towards Priscilla, their clashing glances met. Looking down on the boy, the amazing maiden let out a single sigh.

Beside him, was Emilia, who glanced sorrowfully at the stage. However, once she heard him scream as loud as he could, her amethyst colored eyes were moved to her left. Immediately grabbing his shoulder, Emilia whispered in his ear.

Emilia : “Please… let it go…”

Priscilla : “You cannot deny reality. Isn’t it true that a being known as a “Witch” had obliterated and shed our world apart? More than the half of our world had turned into an inhabitable degree. Isn’t that a shame? Or do lower life forms simply don’t care about our one and only world we may step on?”

Anastasia : “Haha~, ‘pologies for intercepting! But, I do agree with the wise words of Priscilla-sama. Based on common knowledge, the Witch had engulfed half of our world in her shadows. It certainly would be a tragedy if it would happen again, y’know?”

Stepping from his throne, the wise King had raised his body and gazed at Priscilla with a neutral gaze.

Jet : “Allow me to savor the atmosphere with relief, as I can confirm that Emilia has nothing to do with the Witch of Envy. True, the characteristics like her eyes, hair and bloodline match the description of the Witch, it’s impossible for Emilia to be related to her. Four hundred years had passed since the tragedy with the Witch of Envy, thus please… Can we give Emilia-sama a fair chance?”

As he had given a wise speech, Priscilla moved her irritated glance away from him, and walked away like a beautiful lady as never before. Despite being irritated, she still looked elegant as ever before, like a tactician leaving the scene right on schedule.

Jet : “Very well then, Emilia… please.”

The moment had come, and the entire Emilia Camp had entered the stage. Next to Emilia, was the King sitting on his throne, and Jens who stood nervously. His hands were trembling in anxiety, as he was afraid of embarrassing himself.

Noticing this, Weiss Schnee moved her glance away from Emilia, and was staring at Jens, which went unnoticed.

In front of Emilia’s eyes, a single ignition formed a furious flame out of nowhere. As if someone performed some art or style of Magic. Within the scorching flames, grew a silhouette, and ultimately, grew an individual.

A jester outfit, along with different colored eyes and indigo colored eyes, Roswaal L Mathers had entered the scene without a warming.

Roswaal : “Yeeeees. It seems I’m right in time, nooo?”

Speaking in the same weird manner as ever before, Roswaal gave a mere self-welcome with arrogance.

Jet : “You’re late… Roswaal.”

His voice sounded somewhat irritated, as if he and Roswaal had some kind of past together. Actually, no, there was no doubt that the two of them were acquaintances. Their relationship remained unknown, yet something told Jens that the two of them had a very long history together.

Roswaal : “It’s never tooooo late for perfection. But, are you sure you want to continue the ceremony while there’s a possible “Witch” among us?”

As he spoke out such words, Emilia widened her eyes as if in shock. She was trembling in remorse, as if she was guilty of something which she did not remember. Such words caused Emilia to hyperventilate since she had not a single clue why Roswaal L Mathers, her partner, would say something like that.

Roswaal : “Allow me to take careeeeeeeee of such pest! Al Goa!”

Releasing a powerful flaming inferno from his mere fingers, a scorching flame was approaching the unprotected Emilia. Jens acted swiftly to such unexpected actions.

Jens pointed the palm of his hand towards the flame as if he was supposed to do so. Then, as the furious flame came in contact with his mere hands, a bright light had engulfed the entire throne hall.

Before he could realize what happened, the flame was gone, and Roswaal gazed at the boy in excitement. Looking down in the palm of his hands, Jens realized that he activated his Semblance once again.

Crusch : “What just happened? How dare you clown fighting in such a sacred place like this?!”

Roswaal : “Fooooooolish girl. That which I had done, has nothing to do with you. Thus, stay out of it! Ex Goa!”

Rebuking The “Valkyrie” Crusch Karsten as easy as never before, Roswaal spinned his entire body in a rapid movement, as if entering a dance. Though, within his spinning motion, he released multiple fireballs, with Emilia and Jens as target.

As if meteorites scattering on the ground, the fireballs had hit Jens trice, and caused him to be send flying backwards.

Emilia : “JENS!”

Immediately standing up, Jens noticed that his entire body was gleaming in black light. However, as it was sparkling dimly, he realized that his Aura was down, and that one more attack would probably be lethal. Despite that, Jens was still ready for combat.

Moving his gaze towards that of Emilia and Roswaal, Jens noticed that various knights were making their way towards the stage. However, none of them were there in time.

Then, with a final spinning motion, Roswaal raised both his hands, and released a powerful beam of light, ready to obliterate whatever comes in its trajectory.

However, as the light was ascending and was about to scatter on her maiden-like body, a flash interfered.

A tiny little cat which expressed a powerful cerulean light from his fur. It seemed like the cat named puck was furious.

Puck : “Roswaal, what are you thinking you’re doing? Are you forgetting the “Covenant”?”

Jet : “Oh my? To which do I owe this pleasure, “Beast of the End from The Eternally Frozen Lands”?”

Moving his sacred-like glance towards the levitating spirit which protected everyone from Roswaal’s chaotic power, he called out the title of the spirit.

Noticing this, Puck looked towards the King, who was still sitting in his throne without any confusion, nor troubles on his mind.

Puck : “Is that what I’m called these days here? Interesting…”

Cynthia : “Roswaal, how dare you disobey our King like that? Fighting in a place like this, and then even disobeying your superior. Did you lose your mind along with that “Master” of yours?”

Hearing this, Roswaal gazed at the blonde maiden like a smug. He lowered his hands, and smiled wickedly at everyone, before he let out a short laugh.

Jet : “You’re just as smart as ever before, Roswaal…”

Roswaal : “It loooooooks like the scene I just created was all unmasked by the King! However, this waaaas to be expected from you, Jet.”

Before he was able to recover from Roswaal’s powerful Fire Magic, Jens heard the interaction between the two. Was it all a scene? What just happened?

Jet : “This has to be a scene, is mine self wrong? By showing everyone the power of the Great Spirit, you’re proving that Emilia has considerable power herself. I would assume it’s her contract spirit. That was just an act to accomplish this.”

Roswaal : “I see… You’re completely correct. I apologize everyone, however if it were not for Emilia’s goodwill, we wouldn’t be able to talk like this.”

Everyone was left speechless, among with Puck and Emilia. However, as the intentions of Roswaal L Mathers were uncovered, they were relieved, but were still doubting Roswaal in a way or two.

Puck : “You got me there, Roswaal. I haven’t fought with you since that time in the forest, remember?”

Roswaal : “Oooooooh? The stupid mind of mineeee had aaaaalmost forgot ‘bout thaat! Truly, that was a great duel!”

As their interaction continued, Rem dashed towards Jens, who was seriously injured. Rem pulled the sleeve of Jens slightly as she started healing him with her Water Magic. They found themselves near the throne stage, but still on the same floor level as the crowd.

Rem : “Are you alright? Allow me to take care of your wounds…!”

Feeling a sense of relief along with a transcending feeling of water magic, Jens released a sigh of comfort. Touching the neck of Jens, Rem started activating more powerful healing magic while glancing at the wound.

Jens : “It’s getting better. What battle are they referring to Rem-san?”

Realizing that Jens had no clue to which battle they were referring, Rem raised her face and started the explanation in excitement.

Rem : “Oh but of course… Before Emilia was living in the Roswaal Manor, both she and Puck were living in the Great Elior Forest. However, as that forest is within the lands of Roswaal-sama, the two fought in a great fight which lasted an entire day! In the end, the battle ended in a draw, and was later named as “The Mage’s Conquest for the Freezing Forest”.”

Jens : “An entire day? That’s absurd…”

Rem : “It is indeed! Now, it seems your wound has been covered and your Aura has been restored. I think it’s only natural to take our places, don’t you think?”

Jens : “Yeah… We should get back to the stage. Thanks Rem!”

Rem : “Always!”

With their friendly bond taking place in their conversation, the two moved quickly towards the stage and returned to their places.

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Jet : “It seems everything is fine now, right? Please Emilia-sama, continue.”

Noticing that everyone from the Emilia Camp had returned to their places, Jet Lugnica continued the ceremony calmy.

Emilia : “My name is Emilia! I don’t have a surname, so please call me Emilia. Despite my appearance and race, I don’t have any connection with the Witch of Envy whatsoever!”

Forgetting the order of introductions, Jens stepped forward frivolously. Then, placing his right hand which formed a fist on his chest, and spoke out loud and clear.

Jens : “My name is Jens! Part of the Emilia Camp, I’m currently under the wing of Emilia and Roswaal-sama!”

With no hesitation in his mind, Jens instantly stepped back.

He decided to remain his amnesia a secret, as he didn’t know who in the crowd could possibly be. If Masquerade exists, there is no doubt that there is someone else who remembers Jens. Thus, it might be not the best action to introducing himself that he has an amnesia.

Roswaal : “Theeeee name of mineeee is Roswaal L Mathers, the 11th Head of the Mathers family. Head of the Mathers territory, I had created a “Pact” with Emilia and Puck sama, and now guideeeee them to victoryyyyyy!”

The clown introduced himself, with not even a single glimpse of guilt in the proud gaze of his.

Otto : “My name is Otto Suwen! I’m a merchant and the Emilia Camp Head Internal Affairs Official.

Stepping forward, seemingly out of place, Otto Suwen placed the palm of his hand on his heart, as if ready to sacrifice whatever it takes to make Emilia the King.

Rem : “My name is Rem. I’m Emilia’s maid. Sadly, the other maid Ram, my sister is absent today here.”

Bowing like a graceful maiden, Rem introduced herself to everyone in the throne hall. Without a trace of hesitation, she moved back to her place and gazed silently.

Meili : “My nameeeee~ is Meili Portroute! Remember that name as I shall lead Emilia to victoryyyyy~!”

Like a playful, little girl, Meili hopped forward and hugged the stuffed animal she had in her hands. With a cheerful aura, Meili hopped back towards her place as she introduced herself.

Nathan : “The “N” Nathan Harmonia, I had been raised in the slums of the Capital City, but now act as the Guardian of Jens and Emilia.”

With seemingly the same motions as Otto Suwen, Nathan Harmonia had introduced himself to the crowd.

Jet : “Thank you every single one of you… now Emilia, your speech.”

The tiny little cat had jumped from the air to Emilia’s shoulder. Then, he rested his entire body on it as she started her speech.

Like a graceful maiden descending from the heavens, Emilia released a powerful wording which was capable of captivating everyone’s intention.

Emilia : “Thank you! I don’t have know if I’ll win or not, I don’t know if I’ll be a good 42nd King or not. I don’t know anything of the future. Personally, I never wanted to become the 42nd King. However, there is one thing I want to change in this world. I want to fight! I want to fight for equality! I don’t wish anything from this election except one thing… I wish for the election to be fair. It’s important for me the election to be fair!”

Her words, the meaning behind them, along with her intentions, it caused everyone to feel connected in some or kind way. There was a charm to her words which was able to make everyone listen to her purifying words.

Silently gazing at the love of his life, Jens was captivated by the pure words of Emilia. She doesn’t want to be king for the glory, nor for the fame, but for her own “selfish” reason.

Jet : “Beautiful… I like you a lot, Emilia.”

With that remark going noticed by everyone, Emilia simply turned her face towards the king. In return, she smiled and closed her eyes swiftly. Then, she returned to her square along with the entire Emilia Camp.

That went better than expected, Jens thought. He thought someone would slip, or perhaps Emilia would forget about her speech. But in contrary to his initial thoughts, everything went great, and a lot of knowledge was gained from this event.

Jet : “If I am not mistaken, our “Sword Saint” Reinhard van Astrea had found the fifth and last Royal Election Candidate, is that right?”

Leaving the crowd unnoticed, Reinhard had arrived at the center of the stage. His burning red hair, along with his sky-clear blue eyes, were the key characteristics of his character.

Reinhard : “That indeed seems to be case.”

Elis : “Huuh? How can that be? If I remember correctly, the “Dragon History Stone” had predicted that there would be four Dragon Priestess participating in the Royal Election… Was there a change of plans?”

Standing near the King, Elis had shared his thoughts with the “Sword Saint”. Turning towards him, Reinhard smiled genuinely at Elis.

Reinhard : “Trust me, I didn’t believe my own eyes either. But, the situation cannot be changed. Thanks to the “Dragon Insignia”, I have found the final Royal Election Candidate… Flam and Grassis Remendis, please…!”

Calling out two names, the massive golden and crimson door had opened, and three persons had entered the Throne Hall.

The two girls were twins for sure. There was no doubt in that. Speaking of which, there was no doubt that the two, Flam Remendis and Grassis Remendis were identical twins. Both of them wore the same white and peach colored outfit. They both had sparkling yellow eyes and short peach colored hair.

The two twins were dragging the yellow and black colored dress of the fifth Dragon Priestess.

Suddenly, a familiar face entered the hall.

Her bright golden colored hair was braided in a different matter from before. In addition to that, her crimson red eyes that of the color of Dragon Blood were sparkling as ever before.

Reinhard : “She shall lead everyone to victory. She shall lead everyone to the next step. She shall lead those who cannot longer fight. Allow me to introduce her…”

Before her name was mentioned, the eyes of Emilia, Nathan and Jens widened in extreme fear as they had not expected to see that face here whatsoever.

Jens : “Nathan, that’s-”

Nathan : “Oh my god…”

The boy with light green hair named Nathan, was left trembling in extreme anger. Why was she here? Why was she a Royal Election Participant? This was the last thing he had expected and anticipated.

Reinhard : “HER NAME IS FELT!”

Entering the scene like a beautiful young maiden, the eyes of Felt weren’t staring at the crowd because of anxiety, but because she was simply confused about the situation at hand.

Felt, the girl who stole Emilia’s Dragon Insiginia. Commonly known as the “Gold Breeze”, Felt was the girl which Jens saved from the “Blood Hunter” Elsa Granhiert at his first day in the Royal Capital. But now, as she was wearing a beautiful expensive dress, and had a new haircut, there was no doubt that the situation had turned to a horrifying degree.

Arriving at the center of the stage, Felt turned towards the crowd while other members of the camp were arriving as well.

As their gazes met, Reinhard looked Felt in her eyes in amazement. Formerly, Felt was wearing dirty clothes and had barely any fat on her body. Now, she looked more healthy than ever before. Thus, Reinhard made a remark.

Reinhard : “You look beautiful, Felt-sama.”

Yet, it seemed like such feelings weren’t mutual.

Pushing the two twins aside, Felt aimed for Reinhard’s neck with her feet. She went for a high kick, but was stopped by Reinhard’s amazing predictions. His reflexes were superior to that over anyone in the room. While still having her leg in a tight grip, Reinhard looked sadly at Felt.

Reinhard : “You shouldn’t get angry now, Felt-sama. It will ruin the cute face of yours.”

Felt : “Reinhard, the fuck are yer thinkin’? I ain’t fine with all this! Draggin’ me all the way to here, and now you want me to play a princess? The fuck’s wrong with ya?”

Stepping out of her square once more, Priscilla Barielle had entered the center of the stage once again.

Alexandrius : “Priscilla-sama, please… now’s not the time.”

Quickly trying to reassure the situation, Alexandrius spoke out calmly. However, as expected from the woman, Priscilla Barielle didn’t follow his orders.

Instead, Priscilla Barielle continued and raised her fan as she rebuked the little girl.

Priscilla : “Don’t be ridiculous. Who doesn’t want to see a graceful maiden like mine self lecture a lower life form like this swine?”

Felt : “What the fuck yer sayin’? I heard ‘bout you. Don’t think I don’t know who you are, “Bloodstained Bride”!”

Mentioning that title, there was a single glim of predicament in the crimson eyes of Priscilla Barielle. Instantly, she hid her mouth with her fan and unleashed words towards Felt.

Priscilla : “It may be true that that title is mine to burden, yet I carry it with pride. The actions I had formerly committed, are all what brought me to this glorious position of today. It seems you try to force me into a corner of a shameful degree, yet it seems you don’t have a single thing to be proud of, no? Raised in the slums of the capital, you’re nothing but a rat out of place, ready to be trampled on by those superior of you, like mine self!”

Felt : “True, I ain’t got no name worth givin’, but I sure can annihilate you with ease, you bitch.”

There grew fury in the ambitious eyes of Priscilla Barielle. Instantly, she grabbed her battle stance and wavered her fan. A great amount of light was formering around her fan, as if preparing to attack. But, before she was able to unleash an attack, Reinhard van Astrea interrupted her.

Reinhard : “My sincere apologies for her words, Priscilla Barielle. There is no need for conflict, nor physical interference with each other.”

Priscilla : “Hmph… You speak highly, yet that imbecile of yours is not educated properly. Please, continue with your joke of a scene, I shall take my absence right now.”

Leaving the stage, she returned to her square and looked away from Felt in irritation. Then, the scene continued once again.

Jet : “Thank you…. for that. Anyway, it seems that Felt-sama isn’t quite interested in this election. Felt-sama, are you refusing in participating with the royal election?”

Felt : “Hell Yeah I am. I ain’t got no time for shit like this. The fuck were you thinkin’, Reinhard?”

Reinhard : “Felt, please look around you. This isn’t a place to swear, is it? My lady, please, act more like a lady and glance at what you see around you.”

At first confused, Felt looked Reinhard van Astrea irritated in the eyes. Despite this, she sighed in annoyance and gazed around.

Then, a careless boy ran out of the Emilia Square.

He ran as fast as he could. No matter who or what would stop him, he would give whatever it takes to become one with that girl. It was not a romantic desire to form one with the other, but the need to reunite.

Reinhard van Astrea entered his battle stance, and like a flash, stood between Nathan and his goal, Felt.

Nathan : “Tch!”

Pointing the palm of his hand towards the feet of Reinhard van Astrea, he caused a great tremor to echo beneath his feet. Then, when once it stopped, and Nathan was still running, Reinhard van Astrea was send towards the air, flying.

Reinhard : “Don’t misunderstand this Nathan…”

Instantly, Reinhard was gravitated towards the ground again. Landing perfectly on his feet, the “Sword Saint” had activated his “Divine Protection of Presence”.

Reinhard : “I cannot allow you to interfere.”

A powerful shockwave of cerulean colored light had caused Nathan to be knocked up slightly into the air. Such shockwave caused Nathan to be paralyzed, incapable of doing something against that.

With a heroic posture, Reinhard was about to kick Nathan away from Felt, on the left side of his stomach. Releasing his feet from the ground, the powerful kick was being aimed perfectly. But,

Nathan : “…”

Without a single word, the world stopped moving.

As if all life sources had been drained, and time had no purpose, the colorless world was left like an image.

Just before the powerful kick of Reinhard, time had stopped and only one victor remained, Nathan Harmonia.

The “Divine Protection of Motion” allowed him to stop time in a dangerous situation.

Now, moving away from the trajectory of his kick, Nathan dashed forward towards Felt.

Just as his finger was about to touch her hair, colors returned to the world, and the “Divine Protection of Motion” had been stopped.

Nathan : “Huh!?”

Reinhard : “My sincere apologies, but your intentions were as clear as the crystal water. Your desire to reunite with Felt is great, but I cannot allow you of taking her away while she’s still a royal candidate.”

Between him and Felt, stood the undefeatable “Sword Saint”. Somehow, perhaps through his various “Divine Protections”, Reinhard van Astrea had broken through the “Divine Protection of Motion”.

Then, two Royal Guards who were guarding the crowd and the windows of the Throne Hall came towards Reinhard, and had taken the boy in custody. His arms were grabbed by the two Knights, so he was unable to break free or reunite with Felt.

One of the many reasons why Reinhard van Astrea is the strongest of all the former generation “Sword Saints”, is because Reinhard is unique. He has the ability to wish for whatever “Divine Protection” he wants or desires that right moment.

Felt : “Nathan? What are you doing here? Reinhard, let him go!”

Reinhard : “I’m afraid I can’t do that. You’re a Dragon Priestess, a candidate of becoming the ruler of the Dragon Kingdom of Lugnica. It is my purpose to keep this kingdom in balance, so I cannot risk the chance in letting you go if it means saving humanity.”

Felt : “So…”

Upon hearing Reinhard saying that, Felt gazed anxiously at Nathan Harmonia. Worried as never before, Nathan Harmonia glanced at Felt while he was being dragged away.

Then, as their gazes met, their grew a spark. It was a spark that transcended the body, as if they were communicating with each other.

Obviously, that wasn’t the case. But, through their gazes, Felt knew exactly what to say.

Felt : “If I play your princess, you shall obey and act as my knight? ‘s that right?”

Reinhard : “But of course, Fe-”

Not even being able to confirm her words, Felt had already interrupted Reinhard van Astrea with a frenzy and an order.

Felt : “Forget what I said. I’m in for sure! I’ll play your princess in your election. Release Nathan!”

Then, before Reinhard van Astrea acted, the Royal Guards had released the boy.

Dropping down on his knees, Nathan Harmonia immediately stood up, and came back on his feet. Then, pressing his feet away from the carpet, Nathan ran as fast as he could towards Felt. She did the same.

The two embraced each other with a hug. As if two siblings had been separated from each other longer than ever before, they hugged each other with a feeling of relief.

Nathan : “Hey…”

He tried to break the silence with a warm word. Raising his face with a smile, he looked at Felt, who was sobbing in agony on his shoulder.

Tears were dropping down from the corner of her eyes and scattered upon dripping down from her chin.

Felt : “I missed you so much…”

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Cynthia had announced a break during the ceremony due to the circumstances of Felt and Nathan, along with the amount of people interfering during the speech time. Thus, the spectators and the nobles had left. All that remained, were the Royal Election Participants and the country representatives.

The break was ten minutes long. During that time, various camp members were discussing various things with various camp members.

Jens however, stood beside Otto Suwen, Nathan Harmonia, Reinhard van Astrea and Felt.

The latter two were still recovering from the time that they had been separated from each other.

Felt : “I just… I didn’t know this all would happen. When I had opened my eyes, Reinhard had taken me away and explained the situation. He said that I could reunite with you soon…”

Nathan : “I see… I’m glad you’re okay you know… I took a pretty heavy hit fighting against the “Blood Hunter”, and when I woke up, I was someone entirely unknown to myself….”

Reinhard : “I understand your sorrow, but you must understand that these are the circumstances. I would be happy to allow the two of you go your own way, but you see, Felt being a possible King candidate changes the situation. I hope you can accept this explanation as an apology.”

To such words, Nathan nodded sorrowfully. He understood the reasoning behind whatever was going on. Still, how could have the situation turned to such an ugly degree?

The negative atmosphere was crushing for Jens. The depressing vibe around them was something which he felt awkward about. He turned around as polite and as unnoticed possible, and walked around looking around him.

Various thoughts were going through his mind. When he heard that Emilia was heading towards the Royal Election Ceremony, Jens did not expect such a massive headache accompanied with this trip.

The amount of thing Jens tried to remember as immense. He tried to remember as much as possible, as he knew that most of it would be useful at least once.

??? : “Hey Jens, can we like… talk?”

Turning his gaze towards the one who spoke to him, he saw a beautiful lonely girl, standing like a lady.

Her beautiful white hair in a single ponytail, and her beautiful light blue eyes, were those of nobody but Weiss Schnee.

Jens : “Y-Yes, but of course. You were from before. We never really got a chance to talk I just remembered.”

Weiss : “So… You really don’t remember me…?”

Thinking about her, Jens suddenly recalled the term “Team RWBY”, which was a team which consisted of “Red Like Roses” Ruby Rose, “White Snow” Weiss Schnee, “From Shadows” Blake Belladonna and “Burning Yellow” Yang Xiao Long.

Jens : “Oh… Well, not entirely? I mean, yeah I don’t remember exactly who we were in our past lives… But now you say it, I do know that we knew each other…”

Weiss : “Ah… That’s, annoying.”

Reacting plainly towards his answer, the girl almost seemed sad upon hearing that. But, before she said anything, Jens had started a new conversation.

Jens : “It really is, I wish I could remember everyone and everything which happened. It… It doesn’t feel right not knowing which already had happened. Former mistakes are following me, and forgotten enemies are arising, I don’t even know who to trust or who to fear anymore.”

Hearing such words, the eyes of Weiss Schnee widen in shock.

Jens : “I believe that everything has a purpose, and its limit, but… I also believe that a human spirit is indomitable. There is just something that makes me think that if I believe in myself, and if I know for what I’m fighting, I can reach the peak. But… There is also this part of me, which is asking myself if I’m worth it, in a position like this… Forgotten past mistakes, enemies, friends… It makes me grief in great pain… I just want to know what I did, who I was, and who I had.”

Normally, Jens doesn’t like speaking that much about how he feels. But suddenly, upon “reuniting” with Weiss Schnee, there was this unfamiliar atmosphere of reunion. Despite not remembering her, there was this feeling in his heart that he could share whatever with her.

Suddenly, the girl with white hair, jumped in the hands of Jens. She was light, but did look healthy for her length.

Not saying a single word, Weiss Schnee did not stop embracing Jens with a hug. Not quite understanding what was going on, Jens looked down in confusion.

Weiss : “You know… I’m really sorry for what happened to you… There are a thousand things which I would want to tell, ask, or do with you… Sadly, it seems that we both have entered a very… different position than that we were before.”

Jens : “I don’t expect you to tell me immediately, later, or even tomorrow… There’s always the chance that I may have done something obnoxious, horrible, nerve-wrecking, af if indeed the case, I can’t do anything but apologize to you. But please do understand that waking up each and every day with the fear of not knowing… It’s agonizing. Such anguish makes me suffer each passing day, and no matter how much time proceeds… I know that that there will not be a moment for remembrance until I’ve learned what I must.”

He was right, and he knew it himself. Every single day, Jens is afraid of whatever awaits him. In his sleep, he dreams and theorizes constantly about what he could’ve done to deserve such treatment from “The Jester”.

What could Jens have done something which deserved an Amnesia? It’s… unimaginable.

Weiss : “I… I’m so sorry….”

Suddenly, Weiss started to tear up. She still embraced Jens with a hug, and started sobbing on his shoulder while tears were dropping down on his clothes.

However, Jens did not hear such apology, nor did he notice the sobbing sound of Weiss crying.

Jens : “It hurts a lot. But the only person I hate for it, is myself. The person behind my amnesia, it’s the “Jester” Masquerade. But his reason… his reason behind it remains unknown. Upon facing him on the battlefield for the first time, he told me that “Just as before, such arrogance”… He told me that it’s me who is the cause behind of it all… He told me that everything was my fault!… I hate me for whatever I had done in the past. I feel guilty about something that I don’t even remember. He erased my memories for a reason, probably because he hated me, he detested, despised, absolutely fucking hated me.”

Upon hearing absolutely nothing, a single spark of an emotion, grew to a great feeling of irritation.

He looked down at Weiss Schnee, and without noticing it himself, his voice escalated to a very loud and furious degree.

Jens : “Right? Right?! I can’t be wrong! I must’ve done something fucking obnoxious! Say something! Hey! Weiss, Please-”

Weiss : “I… You’re losing it…”

Otto : “Is everything okay? I’m sorry, but it sounded like the two of you had a somewhat heated argument… I just wanted to check if everything’s okay.”

Placing the palm of his hand on Jens’ shoulder, Otto had arrived. Cheerful as ever, Otto brought a long-needed atmosphere to the scene.

Then, suddenly, Jens felt as if he snapped out of something. Every feeling of anger and fury was gone, but he still remembered what he just did. Gazing down at Weiss Schnee, she was completely terrified of what Jens just did, and so was he.

Jens : “I… I’m so sorry.”

She was breathing heavily, as if left in a shock because of the unexpected reaction of him. However, she instantly swept away her tears, but still sobbed slightly.

Otto : “Did I do something wrong? Please don’t tell me I broke a serious conversation!”

Weiss : “No… It’s okay. Jens, is it alright if we talk about… that later?”

Jens : “Yeah… That’s fine. Again, sorry for, whatever that was.”

She nodded slightly to those words, confirming that she accepted that apology. Then, a new person had also arrived to the scene. It was a woman who was introduced during the Royal Ceremony, yet she wasn’t one of the actual candidates.

It was Zoe Atlas.

That exact moment, the atmosphere turned to an entire other degree. From the sorrowful talk about the “Amnesia” of Jens, to a cheerful high-spirited conversation with new people.

Zoe : “Hello everyone. How’s it goin’ here?”

Otto : “Difficult to explain. Anyway, what are you up to after the Ceremony Zoe? I heard that you’ve great plans for Picouttate and other cities, right?”

Zoe : “I’ll see what plans Crusch-sama has. But, once I’m free, I might actually continue writing a novel of mine. It’s basically a journal, but people in Lugnica are loving it for some reason.”

Trying to keep the conversation alive despite not being in the mood, Jens responded to her in a very exhausted manner.

Jens : “You’re writing a journal?”

Zoe : “Kinda, it’s a very, very long report about things that I had found during my missions all around the world. Sadly, due to the questionable laws in the southern empire, I don’t have much information about its climate and swordsmanship techniques. Though, I’ve heard that a tournament is approaching, which will determine which Kingdom is indeed the strongest. Mustn’t forget that one!”

Otto : “Oh! I know what’cha referring to. That gotta be “The Grand Tournament”, am I right?”

Zoe : “Precisely! If everything goes according to schedule, I’ll be a participant for sure.”

Weiss : “The entrance exams are childsplay compared to what both you and I’ve been through. It’s absurd that you weren’t accepted last year, Zoe.”

Zoe : “It indeed was not according to my expectations, but that was probably because I hadn’t quite unlocked my semblance back then.”

Jens : “What is your Semblance?”

Zoe : “Oh of course. I got the “Semblance of Maneuvering Adaptations”. It’s pure coincidence, since I chose my weapon after I unlocked my Semblance. And, well, you see… My weapon is all about maneuvering.”

Jens : “Hm? What kind of weapon is it?”

Noticing interest in the eyes of Jens, Zoe’s excitement had grown to an unexpected level. As if all the joy inside her had been revived, Zoe Atlas raised her face and spoke as fast as she could.

Zoe : “It’s Vertical Maneuvering Equipment. It’s a belt which consists of simple things, like the belt itself, Mana Stones Storage Cell, and my blades. You see, these are mere steel blades, but if you look closer, there’s this button on the hilt of the blade.”

She pointed.

Zoe : “But you see, once I click on this button, my belt releases a Mana Stone, which consists of various elements. But, I’ve combined many, and have the formula for Gravity Mana Stones. Thus, upon releasing a Mana Stone from my belt, the belt shall levitate my body towards the place where the stone scattered. But you see, that would be extremely inconvenient if you couldn’t aim. Luckily, I’ve made this belt through a lot of crafting around, and have developed a method to aim with my blades.”

Taking a single breath, Zoe Atlas immediately continues passionately.

Zoe : “But, training for such vertical maneuvering is a rigorous process that allows humans, which are limited to two-dimensional movements, to adapt to movement in the third dimension. Great physical strength, coupled with spatial recognition abilities, as well as the mental strength to not waver in the midst of a panic, are crucial qualities.”

She spoke quick, extremely fast. Possibly because nobody ever asked the method she used her weapon, or perhaps because everyone already knew how her weapon and semblance worked.

Zoe : “And you see… My Semblance allows me to adapt myself very easy to maneuvering circumstances. It’s weird, but I’m the best in the third dimension battlefield instead of hand-to-hand. But, don’t misunderstand, I’m really strong in normal combat as well-”

Paying full interest in the explanation of Zoe Atlas, Jens was somewhat amazed by how unique the semblance and the weaponry of hers were.

Her semblance along with her unique weapon allowed her to maneuver extremely fast, through the sky and get to a destination faster than anyone. However, her blades seemed like normal blades.

Though, as the conversation continued, two new characters had arrived at the party. They had been introduced to everyone ten minutes ago, and their names weren’t forgotten by the others.

Julius : “Sorry for interrupting without permission, but it seemed that the conversation is more high-spirited here than anywhere else.”

Haku : “Yeah, please don’t mind us two.”

Jens : “Ah no, don’t worry about it. What are you guys up to after the Royal Ceremony?”

The young boy named Haku sat down on the carpet. As he did, so did the others. Right now, it was their own spare time, and weren’t obligated to listen to manners and orders of the Royal Ceremony.

The vibe around the group was high-spirited, that of a cheerful conversation that could lift anyone up. However, it would take only a single negative remark to destroy such high-spirited atmosphere.

Haku : “Hm… Priscilla-sama had some business to attend to in Nashramae.”

Jens : “Where’s that?”

Otto : “Oh I know! It’s a huge trading city in the southern empire of Volakia! It might be just as big as Picoutatte, or perhaps even bigger! Volakian citizens farmed for its silk, gold, and it is known for the Volakian Festivals. After the “Crusade for Behorro”, an attack on the town of Behorro, lead by the Witch Cult, the popularity of the city Nashramae grew ridiculously fast!”

The Kingdom of Lugnica and the Volakia Empire are separated by a desert. The “Great Oasis” is what divides the two nations from each other. The “Great Oasis” itself is a territory which is owned by the Lugnician government.

Within the “Great Oasis”, resides only little. Nomads, bards, merchants, and perhaps even knights who had walked down the wrong path, various kinds of people find their destination there. It is because the place acts like a sanctuary, a place where violence and skirmishes aren’t a thing anymore. The place is made for those who don’t want to fight anymore.

Great mountains are located between the “Great Oasis” and “Nashramae”. However, a beautiful lake runs through the mountain which connects the two locations. It is a perfect place for both tourism, and trading.

Julius : “I beg your pardon mister Suwen, but if I may ask, what exactly was the reason for the “Crusade for Behorro”? Mine younger brother had once mentioned such tragedy, but the fool that I am had forgotten its content. Would you mind explaining it?”

Zoe : “Isn’t it obvious? Behorro was a town near the border of the Dragon Kingdom of Lugnica and the Sacred Empire of Volakia. Such position grants the chance of creating a perfect trading city. However, as Behorro became the biggest trading city, various items were sold and traded there. But, the only disadvantage of being such a massive city, is the items that are being sold. Without knowing, a “Witch” related item was traded in Behorro. But as soon as that knowledge spread through the world, the city was already obliterated the Witch Cult’s “Greed”.”

The town of Behorro grew incredibly fast. It became one of the national greatest trading points in no time. As time had passed, it was nearly as big to be called a City. However, with such great expansion, the Witch Cult had put a conclusion to such greatness.

Despite not talking much, Jens analyzed the wise words of those surrounding him. Various terminology and many tales were told, and he just listened. Perhaps analyzing the circumstances and the history of the world he is in, and acting as an observer for the time being, would make Jens more powerful than he already was.

Weiss : “As expected, don’t you think? Trading artifacts and relics connected to the “Witches of Sin” is something stupid only a fool with a death wish would do.”

Julius : “Indeed, a reckless move. But perhaps there’s more behind it? There is a pattern in the former attacks of the Witch Cult. The Bridge of Pardkia was destroyed by “Greed”, along with Behorro. In addition to that, the Fire Gate City Fleur was also destroyed by the same man of “Greed”. The three locations have one thing in common, which is their location.”

During one of the nights at the mansion, Rem had once mentioned the “Bridge of Pardkia”.

Larikt is one of the three great cities of the northern kingdom Gusteko. The mountain of Pardkia, which is surrounded by the city of Larikt, is a sacred place which only prayers and nobles have access to. Climbing the mountain can take weeks without any magical affinity, and reaching the peak of the mountain comes with many dangers.

Mountain Pardkia is only accessible by crossing the Bridge of Pardkia. Exactly fifty years ago, the Witch Cult’s Sin Archbishop of “Greed” had destroyed this bridge so nobody could have access to the mountain. Many people in desperate times considered swimming to the mountain, which resulted in thousands of deaths. Thankfully, the bridge is currently under reconstruction, and will be repaired if everything goes according to the plan of the government.

Otto : “They’re destroying Trading Cities, is what you’re saying? That truly terrifies me!”

Julius : “Worry not as I’ll explain the circumstances. You see, none of those cities are that of the Dragon Kingdom. I believe that they’re taking care of the little things before they’ll make their next, big move. And, well… according to the battle reports of the Kingdom’s Knights, only “Greed” has been active during those attacks on the cities.”

Zoe : “It is because “Greed” is the Witch Cult’s strongest unit. Among all the people that are consumed by hate and malice, identified as “Enemies”, “Greed” is for sure the most dangerous. There are various others that come close to the power level of “Sword Saint” Reinhard van Astrea, but only a few actually surpass Reinhard.”

Jens : “Like who?”

Julius : “There are some high ranked bandits like Raven Branwen and Adam Taurus. There are those who are blessed by the world with talents and ambitions like the “Crazed Prince”, “Admirer”, “Blue Lightning” and others.”

Zoe : “Sorry for asking, but didn’t you follow the Capital Academy while you were under the guidance of Roswaal and Emilia? How may one participate in the Royal Election without proper education regarding the world’s current circumstances?”

Jens : “Well-”

Otto : “I do mind you asking. You see, this friend of mine named Jens has gone through a lot. I would highly appreciate if you wouldn’t ask that. Jens doesn’t like talking about his past as it’s… somewhat complicated. Right?”

The gray-haired merchant in the green uniform placed the palm of his hands on the boy’s shoulder. Asking for a confirmation, Otto Suwen moved his glance to Jens. As their gazes met, Jens felt somewhat overwhelmed by those surrounding him.

Jens : “Y-Yeah… Sorry.”

Zoe : “Hm… Understood.”

Only after the remark of Zoe Atlas did Jens realize that Otto Suwen had helped him. Even though it was something very small, it was nice. There was a levitating feeling inside of Jens. As if something started to rise inside him.

After the Mansion Battle, Otto and Jens had bonded quite well. But even now, their bond has grown with each and every passing day.

Zoe : “Anyway… All that remains are the crazy fuckers who we can barely understand. Their power is beyond our recognition, and defeating them has proved to be barely possible. I’m talking about…”

Stating that there are few individuals that surpass Reinhard van Astrea, Weiss Schnee clicked her tongue, making a “Tch” sound.

However, the reaction of the boy was entirely different. Jens was both horrified yet amazed by such statement. All that Jens had learned, is that the “Sword Saint” was absolutely the strongest individual on earth, along with the “Witch of Envy”. Hearing that there are individuals beyond their power, Jens was shocked.

Weiss : “Mentioning the “Endbringers” in such a sacred place, along during the times of peace, you sure are reckless, Zoe.”

Zoe : “Don’t misunderstand Schnee. I completely understand the circumstances that we are currently in. But denying the possibility of the return of the “Endbringers” is simply idiotic. Do you really believe that they simply died after their last attack?”

Julius : “I agree with the two of you equally. Mentioning the “Endbringers” in times like these isn’t quite according my standards. However, ignoring their great destruction and the millions of victims is just as wrong. Perhaps it would be beneficial for all parties involved to move this discussion at another time and place?”

With such words leaving the mouth of Julius Euculius, there grew a glim of irritation in the glance of Zoe Atlas. She brushed her brown hair while annoyed, and glanced at him once he was finished talking.

Zoe : “I’m not quite sure what parties you’re referring to, but that of Crusch Karsten isn’t quite a fond of failure, you see? Contrary to whatever you think of yourself, we are not afraid to speak about that which is forbidden.”

Otto : “Ho~Ho! We don’t want any conflicts here, now would we?”

Trying to ease the situation, Otto jumped in between the two of them. Julius Euculius and Zoe Atlas gazed furiously at each other. Then, pushing Otto Suwen aside, Julius Euculius stepped forward like a heroic swordsman.

Julius : “Speak for yourself Suwen. I don’t quite comprehend what “failure” you’re referring to? Perhaps I’m mistaken, but wasn’t it you who was the cause of the death of an entire army? Your achievements are very, but you lack the basic concept of perception. As I see this situation, you’re nothing but a soldier who’s following the wrong footsteps.”

Zoe : “What I am is only up to me, so I don’t quite understand what you’re trying to say. In addition to that, the army that I lead was obliterated by “Fall”. I doubt a fool like yourself would be able to stand a chance against that malicious woman. I mean, wasn’t it your own mother who was annihilated by “Fall”?”

Mentioning the dead mother of Julius, Zoe Atlas smiled wickedly.

Hearing this, Julius was incredibly angry at Zoe for overstepping her bounds.

Julius : “Understood. So you’ve made your choice. Prepare to die.”

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