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

Don't apologize for your own weakness. There's nothing more regrettable than that.

Noknarea spoke with deep emotion.

She was working hard even without anyone's support, so she couldn't stand that Caster, who had support around him, was still like this.

That would be far too willful.

Castor paused slightly, as if it were the first time he had been told this.

Something deep inside me was touched by her, and a competitive spirit surged within me like a turbulent wave.

That's right, she didn't want to admit her weakness.

At least not in front of Noknarea.

"Ha, if this still can't ignite the fighting spirit, then let's add another bonus for victory! The victor will marry this Britain, which is also the symbol of Britain!"

Noknarea pointed at Duve.

Her words immediately ignited the atmosphere.

For some reason, Artoria felt a tremor in her heart, and Melusin's mask almost buckled in anger.

"Ahh! No, no! What is this guy saying!? This is absolutely not allowed!!"

Castor gripped his staff tightly and shouted, his face flushed.

He seemed to react quite excitedly.

"No? Why? If I want to become the King of Britain, I certainly can't ignore Duvey, right? And he is Britain, so what's wrong with wanting to keep him by my side?"

"That's what they say... but it just won't work... Who does she think she is! She still wants to marry Du Wei...!"

Castor seemed to have lost his mind with rage.

The thought of having your closest loved one taken away from you is unbearable.

Or perhaps it was Noknarea, her rival.

It's completely unacceptable.

"Hmph, you think I'm not qualified? I am the descendant of Queen Mebu of the royal clan! Is that not enough...?"

"Not enough! Who would treat someone as a freebie right from the start? Besides, Du Wei already has a wife! And it's Morgan!"

"So what? Is there a rule that you can only have one wife?"

Caster argued his case forcefully and refused to back down.

She always felt that once she let go here, there would be no going back.

She hasn't had enough of having Du Wei by her side as usual.

Although she was occasionally called a fool, their happy daily lives, filled with stumbles and laughter under his watchful gaze...

It's not just the fledgling's longing for its father.

There's also the awkward feeling of wanting to reciprocate the companionship.

How could she bear to let Noknarea take Duve away from her before she had truly finished!

"Hmph... I've never been this angry before. Noknarea, you'd better prepare to be defeated and beg for mercy! This time, I'll definitely utterly humiliate you!"

Castor kept his eyes fixed on Noknarrea.

Like a vulnerable kitten gradually transforming into a protective lion, it reveals an unwavering will as firm as a rock.

This is exactly what Noknarea wants.

"Heh, that's more like it! Looks like a fairy with a volcano-like personality, and a dragon pretending to be a kitten? Whatever, I, Noknarea, here declare war!"

Noknarea's smile held a hint of provocation.

Having a worthy opponent is something Noknarea is looking for, and whether Caster can be that opponent remains to be seen.

At least let her see a spectacular battle.

Having a half-baked mentality won't do.

“I’m betting on the name Artoria Caster that I will not fail, that I will be the one to win. I will not let Du Wei go, especially not to a woman as smug as her.”

Castor never lost an argument.

This is how the feud between the two began, and the competition centered around Du Wei also started.

Du Wei smiled amusedly to himself.

Melusine walked over to him and said, "Are we just going to give in to their demands like this? What if Caster fails...?"

"Don't worry, she won't lose. Didn't you notice this is the first time she's been this serious? If we don't push her a little, she'll probably just keep enjoying her comfort."

Du Wei didn't think there was anything wrong with it.

While Castor and Noknarea compete with each other, they can also help each other grow in the process.

Moreover, he had confidence in Caster.

No matter what, Castor was raised by him step by step; how could he really be a complete idiot who couldn't do anything?

"Hmm...that's true...but I won't let you go..."

Melusine reached out and hugged Du Wei's left arm.

It was as if she wanted to merge him into her petite body, locking him firmly in place so that he wouldn't leave her side for even a moment.

Comfort and softness travel from your arms to your brain.

She was also a protective mother dragon of her food.

The shining dawn will not give up easily; it is because of it that it has its own meaning.

"I know."

Du Wei wasn't without a backup plan.

Even if Castor does lose to Nocnarea, it doesn't matter; the throne can indeed be given to her.

Even if Noknarea becomes queen, she can only be a queen all by herself.

In this Britain, where there are no classes.

Although Morgan still held the title of king, he actually had no soldiers or ministers under his command.

Only the fairy knight and herself.

So even if Noknarea becomes queen, she will most likely only be able to handle miscellaneous matters in Britain.

As long as Dewey himself does not change Britain's mind.

Britain will not change.

If Noknarea knew that Du Wei had played these word games, she would probably be furious.

Even if he becomes king, he will only be responsible for handling trivial matters.

Simply put, they are tools.

Morgan and Bagst have been working hard lately, so wouldn't it be perfect for her to take over the King's duties?

Therefore, Du Wei's calculations were flawless.

Whether he wins or loses the chocolate contest, he suffers no loss.

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Chapter Sixty-Four: The Competition Begins [Please Subscribe! Please Give Flowers!]

Chocolate competitions were indeed a tradition of the royal family.

It has continued from the Queen's 400th year to the present day, and has a long history of 1,500 years in Edinburgh.

The competition will take place within the royal city of Camelot.

The judges consisted of Bagst, Artoria, Mordred, and other fairies invited from other areas.

No need to worry about the review process.

Within Britain, which is covered by pure reason, Duve can strengthen the constraints of "reason" to ensure absolute fairness in the competition.

The match proceeded as scheduled in the hall of Lentinion.

For Britain, accustomed to tranquility, the competition was a rare treat, a rare occurrence in decades.

"Gathered here, thank you for waiting! The competition that will determine the pride, character, dignity, and merit of fairies—Valentine's Day. Meb Competition—officially begins!"

There were actually very few spectators inside the main hall.

The only people invited were those who resided in the castle, namely the fairy knights and their Servants.

Other villages can be reached by using familiars to relay messages.

Stability is the true keynote of Britain today, and the residents trust Dewey's rulings regardless of victory or defeat.

This means that as long as he's there, things will remain good in the countryside.

For everyone living here, they are undoubtedly enjoying happiness and joy.