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"Gramps Wilhelm! Gramps Wilhelm! Are you alright, nya!"

A cat-boy wearing a light blue skirt and bearing two cat ears on his head rushed out, hugging the unconscious Wilhelm with a panicked expression.

He reached out his hand, and a light symbolizing healing magic enveloped his palm, covering Wilhelm's head.

Felix frantically treated Wilhelm's injuries, while his gaze fell in the direction where Kenma had left, unable to stop himself from gritting his teeth.

He actually hurt Old Man Wilhelm. And he even threatened Crusch-sama.

Thinking of this, the anger in Felix's heart grew even more intense.

He turned his head to look at the silent Crusch, tears flashing in his eyes.

"Crusch-sama, let's report today's events to the Council of Wise Men! I refuse to believe there's no one in the entire kingdom who can deal with this guy, nya!"

Facing Felix's proposal, Crusch's eyes flickered, as if she were pondering something.

After a long while, she raised her head, her eyes filled with exhaustion and helplessness as she waved her hand.

"Felix, go issue a statement in a moment."

Upon hearing these words, Felix perked up, the previous gloom swept away entirely, leaving only pride for his master in his eyes.

"That's right, meow! That's just the way to do it, meow! Expose Natsuki Subaru's twisted words and violent actions here to the public so that the citizens will despise him! Crusch-sama, this move of yours is truly..."

"No, you misunderstood my meaning."

Crusch interrupted Felix's speech, "What I said was, go issue a statement in a moment: starting from today, the Crusch camp officially withdraws from the Royal Selection and will no longer participate in any form of competition for the throne."

"Okay... What did you say, nya?!"

Felix replied subconsciously, but after hearing Crusch's words clearly, he became shocked.

Crusch paid no mind to Felix's incomprehension. Her eyes, which had always been filled with grand ambition and confidence, were now left with only exhaustion.

The dream of reforming the country, reorganizing the Kingdom of Lugunica, restoring the nation's great glory, and freeing the people of Lugunica from the Divine Dragon's shackles was completely shattered.

Perhaps I really got it wrong from the very beginning.

Crusch gave a self-deprecating smile, her mind suddenly recalling what Kenma had said earlier.

What he said was right. In a world possessing extraordinary power, strength always comes first.

Yeah, how could I have forgotten?

Stable power comes from violence.

—

Hoshin Trading Company.

A girl with long purple hair and a white hat on her head was currently looking nervously at the person standing in front of her.

Kenma looked down at Anastasia, waiting for her to say those words herself.

Anastasia shrank her neck and helplessly spoke, "The Anastasia camp formally withdraws from the Royal Selection starting today, is that okay?"

A smile appeared on Kenma's face. He

patted the hat on Anastasia's head, and turned to leave.

"Not bad, you're much more sensible than Crusch."

Watching Kenma soar into the air and disappear into the horizon, the heavy stone in Anastasia's heart finally fell to the ground.

She turned her head to look at Julius, who had been shoved headfirst into the ground, as well as the leader of the Iron Fang, who was currently lying on the ground fallen into a peaceful sleep.

Not long ago, Kenma had descended upon the Hoshin Trading Company. He couldn't even be bothered to negotiate, opening his mouth to demand that Anastasia withdraw from the royal succession, otherwise he would resort to violence right here.

As a knight, Julius naturally wouldn't compromise. To protect his master, he didn't hesitate to point the sword in his hand at Kenma.

The situation was the same as last time—Julius couldn't even last a single second before his head was once again shoved into the ground.

Meanwhile, the leader of the Iron Fang, who had been discussing matters here together with them, had also been slapped unconscious with a single blow.

Looking at her two major combat forces, both knocked flat by Kenma in just two moves, Anastasia couldn't hold it together anymore.

What kind of Royal Selection is there left to compete in? It's better to just keep doing business. I will never touch politics or anything like that ever again.

Unlike the idealistic Crusch, Anastasia's purpose for participating in the Royal Selection was very simple: she just wanted to give it a try.

Simply put, because doing business was too easy and she made a lot of money, Anastasia wanted to challenge herself to see if she could become the king of this country.

But now it seemed that the Royal Selection was a bit too dangerous.

Anastasia stepped forward, first patting the Iron Fang leader's face, only to find that he had been slapped into a state of deep coma.

Immediately after, she turned around, using her petite figure to hug Julius's thigh sticking straight up into midair, and pulled outward with all her might.

Perhaps because Julius's head was jammed too deeply, she couldn't pull him out no matter what.

"Sigh..."

Anastasia sat down on the ground, staying on the ground together with them.

Forget it, let's just rest for a bit first.

—

Barielle Mansion.

At the resplendent entrance, a bored Al brandished the longsword in his hand.

"The years really are quiet and peaceful."

Al raised his head, looking at the brilliant sunlight, then turned his head back, his gaze falling upon that gorgeous figure inside the mansion.

The weather was clear and he was accompanied by the super great beauty he always longed for—truly a wonderful day.

Right at this moment, a hand rested on Al's shoulder.

"It looks like you're in a pretty good mood today?"

Al subconsciously replied, "Of course. Staying by Priscilla-sama's side, everything will become extremely wonderful... Wait?!"

Suddenly realizing something, he whipped his head around, staring fixedly at the crimson-armored figure behind him, and jumped up in fright.

"What the f*ck, who the hell are you?!"