＜Alternate POV＞
In the spectator stands, a wide variety of people had gathered.
Among them were those who had fought Henry and lost.
The magic swordsman Kaiton.
The whip-user Sarabelle.
The dual sword wielder Zess.
The three of them had naturally hit it off after their defeats and began moving together as a group.
Now, they were seated in the stands, waiting for the King Selection Tournament to begin.
「Who do you think is going to win?」
Kaiton asked.
「Probably the king, right?」
Replied Sarabelle.
「Personally, I’d like to root for Henry. He did beat us, after all」
Zess added.
「Yeah, makes sense. You want the person who beat you to win in the end」
Kaiton agreed with Zess.
Sarabelle felt the same.
She didn’t want it to seem like she had lost to someone insignificant.
「……」
Meanwhile, elsewhere…
A blonde noblewoman who had once swung a battle axe sat quietly.
Her name was Shizeliana.
She too had been defeated by Henry, and had come to the arena to watch the King Selection Tournament.
(To think the man who bested me is now fighting in the battle to become king)
It was a strange feeling. Part surprise, part something more complicated.
And in yet another location…
Dione and Clemuir were together.
These two had also hit it off and were moving as a pair.
「Who do you think will win?」
「Hard to say. If we’re going by pure magic power, the king’s got the advantage」
「But the same could’ve been said about you」
Dione had surpassed Henry in every way.
There should’ve been no area where she was lacking in stats.
Yet she had suffered a complete defeat.
Clemuir muttered.
「What do you think his ability is? Honestly, I still can’t believe Zatilt was broken. I mean, I didn’t have a single reason to lose to Henry either」
She spoke with frustration.
Dione responded.
「Henry’s secret ability… Maybe we’ll figure it out by watching the King Selection Tournament」
「Hope so」
Finally…
There were also those who were absolutely certain Henry would win.
Nordura and Vischy.
They too had secured seats to watch the King Selection Tournament.
「I’m glad we managed to get tickets」
「Yeah. It’s our lord’s big moment, nyaa」
Vischy sat curled up on Nordura’s lap.
Nordura said.
「Of course, Henry’s going to win. But this is still an important battle, the one where he becomes king. We need to witness it with our own eyes」
「Exactly, nyaa」
Vischy added with a grin.
「And I can’t wait to see how that cowardly king gets completely beaten down. It’s going to be a real show, nyaa!」
She grinned from ear to ear.
And so, the battle to decide the next king was about to begin.
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