I, the Masked Swordsman, started my journey through a Lostbelt.

"What do you mean..."

"It's nothing. Don't you want to become king? I can grant your wish. As for how you feel about it, that's up to you."

Du Wei's smile contained a hint of pleasure.

This extra emotion sends a shiver down one's spine, and what disturbs the heart is a difficult fear and doubt.

Noknarea had no idea what he was thinking.

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Chapter Sixty-Two: The Royal Clan's Legacy [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

Noknarea has been temporarily taken prisoner.

She could only do as Du Wei said; she was indeed too insignificant in the face of the entire British Isles.

Du Wei didn't even take action himself.

The moment I saw this man, I knew he was the most extraordinary and unique person on the island.

It is the target that I want to conquer.

"Noknarea, I won't hinder your ascension to the throne, but before that, there are things I'd like you to experience. This time it's not a battle, so I don't think you'll dislike it. How about we settle this with the traditional methods of the royal clan?"

Du Wei's gaze conveyed a deeper meaning.

His words carried an unwavering and steadfast will, without any pressure directed at anyone like a ferocious beast's roar.

Just looking at it makes my heart race.

Noknarea, however, faced Du Wei with an indifference to pressure, as if nothing could break her.

Anyone else would think I'm an idiot, right?

The difference between an insect and a dragon is self-evident.

Even in the face of the dragon, the insects maintained their dignity and refused to back down, no matter how dire the situation.

An ordinary person would have gone mad long ago.

　27. I don't know what's supporting her.

Du Wei could see from those burning eyes that it wasn't something that could be explained by simple generalizations.

In short, he has good eyesight.

"Hmph, fine. I wager the next king of Britain—the queen's throne, our pride, and our own beautiful battles! I wager the name of the queen of the previous king's clan, and I swear to settle this matter fairly as a fairy! The winner shall be king, and the loser shall submit completely!"

Noknarea stood with one hand on her hip, exuding a fighting spirit.

Her smile revealed her confidence in winning, believing she could not possibly lose in the royal clan's traditional contest.

“Noknarea, I will not fight her; I will let Caster compete with her. Therefore, from all aspects, she is undoubtedly the most suitable person to act as my representative.”

Du Wei said with slight appreciation.

It would be too much to personally show up; bullying others is not a good thing.

The Mercury Serpent also said something.

If the director gets involved in the drama, it will undoubtedly reduce the enjoyment.

"Huh!? Me, me... should I go on stage!?"

"Her? I see... She seems to be the one you have taught the most, so there is a reason to defeat her."

Noknarea's gaze met Caster's.

The first time I saw her, I felt she was very different; she was someone who could shock the whole of Britain and was just like me.

I never expected our first meeting to turn out like that.

Could it be that the other person is the kind of person who achieves great things later in life?

Caster looked completely at a loss, his panicked gaze suggesting he wanted Du Wei to make a substitution.

Noknarea was far too strong in her eyes.

She felt she was far from qualified to bear the fate of the entire nation of Britain.

"Um... Du Wei... could you please not let me play...?"

Castor was already scared before he even joined the battle.

I can understand that she's afraid of taking on pressure.

I've been learning from Du Wei lately, and I haven't experienced any major upheavals in Britain.

This is the first time I've encountered something this stressful.

"Going out there is the best option, so don't even think about backing down. If you don't even have this much will to fight, then I'll have Morgan teach you."

"Ugh... I'm in! Just please don't hand me over to Morgan! Waaah... I'll be in big trouble!"

Castor had an expression that said, "I've seen through life and death."

However, Du Wei is not worried about her.

Castor is timid before things begin.

But once there's no way out, they'll go all out and find a way out even in a dead end.

You can't do it without pushing them a little.

Du Wei, having been by her side for so long, naturally knows best.

"I think we can win, so there's no need to put too much pressure on us, and this competition isn't a challenge for us."

"What's the meaning.....?"

Castells was unaware of the deeper meaning behind it.

Now we have no choice but to bite the bullet and go for it.

"Speaking of which, if we're not comparing combat, then what are we comparing?"

"Of course, it's the 'Valentine's Day Mebu Contest'—a competition to decide the winner by making traditional fire-themed sweets!"

"Huh...what...?"

Castor stood there, slightly stunned.

He looked like he was "not understanding but very shocked," which actually made him look somewhat adorable.

It's not just her who's like this.

Both Artoria and Melusin were somewhat confused.

"Ah, didn't you know? It seems that even with a superior education, one's soul is still steeped in the flavor of the countryside."

"Ha! I'm not unsophisticated at all! I just happen to not know what I'm saying! It's not unsophisticated!"

Caster immediately retorted, feeling both ashamed and angry.

Actually, she had taken etiquette classes, but no matter how hard she tried, she just couldn't do it right.

Even Morgan could only sigh at this.

It was after undergoing a highly intensive higher education that Castor began to feel a vague fear of Morgan.

"Fine, I'll forgive 170 for his ignorance. The Meb Contest is a legacy left by the queen of the previous royal clan. 'Whoever can make the most delicious chocolate than anyone else is the queen.' Isn't that a fascinating rule?"

Noknarea explained the details of the match.

To put it simply, it's about competition in making chocolate, and not many people today know that this was a family tradition passed down from the previous king.

Du Wei happened to be one of them.

“That’s right, as Noknarea said. This competition isn’t a battle, but a comparison of whose chocolate is better and more delicious.”

Du Wei nodded in agreement.

Now the girls around them had a general understanding of the situation.

But to decide the fate of the entire United Kingdom based on something like this is far too frivolous.

Melusine completely trusted Duve.

Artoria, on the other hand, took everything in stride.

She even had the brilliant idea of ​​serving as a judge.

"Bring it on! It's just making chocolate, right? Even though I've never cooked before, I'm not going to lose!"

Caster mustered his courage.

This appearance is exactly to Noknarea's liking.

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Chapter Sixty-Three: A Flawless Competition [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

"Don't do things like you just said you were weak again. I can't stand seeing my opponent so weak. Weakness itself isn't a mistake, and no one will suffer because they are weak. The one who should feel weak and regretful is yourself, and the one who needs to work harder next time is yourself, not someone else."