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Interlude 2 

---[Underwood] Harvest Festival General Headquarters 

Six chairs were prepared for the round table located within one of the rooms in the General Headquarters. 

As part of the representatives’ responsibilities, the leaders of the sub-Communities of the [Draco Greif] Alliance were to gather and cast their votes for the electing of the next [Floor Master]. 

However, there were only four people that sat at the table for six: 

[One Horn] Leader, Sala Doltrake. 

[Two Wings] Leader, Griffith Greif. 

[Six Scars] Leader, Porol Gundark. 

And the one who’s in charge of providing valuable opinions: [Great Sage who Devastates Seas] Kouryuu. Those were the people present at the table. 

The other three Communities had passed their Power of Attorneys to each of the Community Leaders who had turned up and conveniently decided not to show up. 

Being the youngest in this kind of awkward situation, Porol was already feeling the hint of a headache coming over him. 

[What are those old geezers playing at?!... Why did they give a Power of Attorney to [Six Scars] that is soon to withdraw from the Alliance! Horrid! May you geezers choke on a mochi[60] from the Harvest Festival stalls and/or die with alcohol intoxication. Not that dying from diabetes or etc. is any worse a choice as long as they are gone….!] 

Cursing with all the curses that could be found from the three thousand and more worlds, Porol silently piled curses upon curses for the three leaders that did not turn up. With that said, it wasn’t as though Porol couldn’t understand the reason behind their actions. 

Even with the Power of Attorney given to him, [Six Scars] who were going to leave the Alliance wouldn’t be able to appoint themselves as a candidate for [Floor Master]. Hence they had made it such to split the Power of Attorneys evenly and leave the final choice up to [Six Scars]. 

And on the occasion that someone decides to disagree with the choice, [Six Scars] was going to leave the Alliance either way and the dissatisfaction would not have a target to be vented on within the Alliance. 

[Looks like it was a wise choice to have accepted Jin’s offer……] 

*Haiz* Porol sighed. 

Griffith who was irritated by how Porol’s slow decision making, urged him to hurry his choice: 

“[Six Scars], what are you still pondering about? If you can’t make a choice between us, then just let it be settled with a test of strength between [Two Wings] and [One Horn]! Didn’t we reach that understanding a long time ago?!” 

“Yeah. I did get it the first time…” 

Using a game to decide in the case where votes are equal was the way of those who lived in Little Garden. And it could also be said as the least complicated way of life in Little Garden. If it were a fair fight, Porol would never have any qualms about accepting the idea. But he had questions about the game that was said to be used for this election. 

“As I’ve asked before, what does [Two Wings] suggest as the game to determine the strengths of the candidates?” 

“We will just fight it out in the game [Rider of Hippocamp] that’s hosted tomorrow. The victor would then inherit the [Horn of Draco Greif] and be able to display their strength. Isn’t that just like killing two birds with one stone?” 

[When you put it that way, of course it would sound good.] Porol lamented silently. 

The minimum requirement of a [Floor Master] would be their strength or there would be no need for further discussion on the matter. But if there were another way around this, Porol would rather not choose this method. 

[To ask Sala Onee-san to take the stage of battle when she’s recovering from her injury wasn’t much about fighting but the desire to win!] 

To tell the truth, Porol wanted to vote for Sala. 

Though Griffith did have the strength, he lacked the calmness for decision-making. And Porol judged Sala Doltrake to be the better choice for he believed she has what it takes to unite the Alliance successfully. 

But Porol was not that shallow and knew better than to choose based on the character of a person. 

What Porol also feared was what might happen after the Harvest Festival. If word got out that the newly appointed [Floor Master] had been chosen from such a crappy race, Porol just didn’t want to know how others might react to it…. 

If it were to be settled by a duel, it should only be held when both parties were feeling well-rested and at their best condition or it might leave room for regrets. Especially for [One Horn] to be forced to join the game that was disadvantageous to them…it would just be a public humiliation. 

[In addition, Sala Onee-san had quite a grievous wound recently and to recover fully would require a few months…or maybe even a few years.] 

But there was no more time to spare in the choosing of a new [Floor Master]. 

Moreover, one had to remember the fact that Sala had lost one of her dragon horns, whether or not she recovers fully. Her strength at best would be much decreased to Griffith’s level or even below. 

[With things looking so bad, I might as well prepare myself for the worst revenge to come and just elect Sala Onee-san.] 

The reason for the choice would be written down as “This is because Griffith does not have what it takes to lead!” or something similar that would act as fire to the gunpowder. 

If he really did that, [Six Scars] will have to drop off cleanly with the Alliance and cut off all ties……However, Porol knew that he should go about this situation very carefully as that sort of move would surely bring trouble to Sala. 

Just as he was getting frustrated at his predicament that he couldn’t seem to solve----Kouryuu who had sat silently all these while suddenly stood up and gave a suggestion: 

“Hey, Porol. If we add some conditions to it, wouldn’t it be fine to use his proposition?” 

“Shi……Shifu, what are you saying?!” 

Porol couldn’t help his exclamation at his Shifu due to the pent up frustrations. 

Griffith didn’t miss the opportunity to voice his assent. 


“Being able to see the future for the Alliance, as expected of a consultant.” 

“NnNn. I’m just unwilling to see the Alliance that Draco placed much effort in to build up getting torn apart. If it were to be solved in an easy manner, I would be all for it…However, I would like to change the conditions of the game.” 

A wide smile with his lips parting a little was plastered across Kouryuu’s face. Knowing that smile to be one of his Shifu’s [I’m up to something] smiles, he relented and played along: 

“……and what is the condition that Shifu wants?” 

“Oh, it’s not a strange condition to request. Isn’t the game [Rider of Hippocamp] open others to participate as well? To compete in a game is a good thing……Just that, since it’s a game to determine the next [Floor Master], both of your Communities must be confident in obtaining the victory right?” 

The smile and gaze that Kouryuu used, had a power that could pierce through a person’s defenses. So strong was his gaze that it caused Griffith to shudder involuntarily. 

At the moment that he had heard the question, Porol understood what his Shifu was getting at and followed up on his words. 

“Oh yeah, that’s right Shifu. After all, this is a battle to elect the next [Floor Master] and being the guardians of the South, They would have to display their strength.” 

“That’s right. But if……Nn, Just take it as something that I do not believe might happen. What if the candidates failed to win the game…wouldn’t it be a huge embarrassment?” Kouryuu widened his eyes and filled it with a pressurizing sense of threat and challenge. 

Even if he had been a recluse that wandered around for many years, his gaze was unquestionably one that carried the might of a Demon King. Griffith who was the receiver of this gaze had his back slick with sweat. Though there clearly wasn’t anything wrong with what this guy had suggested, his stare was already sufficient to cause his own body to emit fear from his sweat pores. 

[Damnable Demon Lord! Just wait till I get my hands on the [Draco Greif’s Horn]. For you will be the first whom I will dispose of!] 

Using his murderous hatred to still his fear, Griffith started to think of a line for a comeback. 

Sala who had been silent all these while suddenly spoke up: 

“---Then, let’s allow the victor of the game [Rider of Hippocamp] to decide on the next [Floor Master]. If it’s Griffith who wins, then he would just need to nominate himself.” 

“Huh? What kind of nonsense is that?! What happens if it’s some unknown fellow who appears out of nowhere and just happens to win the game?” 

“There no need for worry because there can only be one winner. Our heroes---[No Name] and no one else. If they were up to them to choose, I’m sure that no one will object.” 

Sala spoke those words while making it sound like a matter of fact as her trust in the [No Name]s’ abilities were solid. Having fought alongside them in the battle of the huge dragon, she came to understand more than anyone else how strong their abilities and capabilities were. 

“And due to my faith in their victory, I will make the rules as such: 

1. If [No Name] is victorious, the nomination of the [Floor Master]’ shall be left to them to choose from the Alliance. 

2. If it is a Community besides [No Name] that wins, Griffith will be nominated the next [Floor Master]. 

---How does it sound? To get rid of them and win at the same time. There shouldn’t be a better proposition for you right?” 

Throwing back her long and fiery-red hair, Sala gave a confident smile. 

The sense of humiliation stirred by her words caused Griffith’s shoulders to tremble. 

“Were you trying to imply that my Community [Two Wings] will…….lose to some lowly trash Community like the [No Name]?” 

“Oh? So you mean that a mere Community like [Two Wings] can win against our heroes? Insults and arrogance should end here. You H-O-R-S-E-M-E-A-T." 

In a flash, the air crackled with static as lightning shot into the room and seeming like a sharpened spear, it homed in on Sala’s heart. 

Immediately responding to the situation, Sala brought her foot up and flipped the table towards Griffith. 

The table that got struck by the lightning was immediately changed into a fiery wall that stood between them. Having half reverted his upper torso to his Hippogriff appearance, he fixed his beady glare on Sala. 

“……Okay! But applying the same rules is sufficient! For I will win by my own strength! If another Community wins, it will be their call! But you must keep in mind that when I become [Floor Master], this Alliance will not tolerate your presence!” 

“And I hereby hand those exact same words back to you.” 

Sala patted the dust off herself while Griffith summoned a pillar of water that doused the flames of the round table before leaving in a fit. 

Watching the receding shadow with mixed feelings, Kouryuu muttered: “*Haiz* ……Griffith sure is easy to read.” 

“Nn. It seems like he hasn’t notice how conveniently [No Name]s became my stand-in. He’s so gullible that even I’m at a loss for words.” 

Sala covered her mouth as she started to giggle. 

It was only then did Porol catch on to the stage that these two had set up for the play. 

“Shifu and Sala Onee-san……are in cahoots?” 

“Hahaha! Isn’t it a bit late to have caught on now, my beloved disciple?” 

“Sorry. It’s all because the other party was on guard against my movements and wanted me to stay away from you Porol… But it was fortunate that Kouryuu-san had helped me to come up with such a plan and it helped me a lot. If not for it, I would still be worrying about how to continue being in the position of representative.” 

Sala smiled at Kouryuu in relief. 

However, Porol felt the exact opposite feeling growing uneasily in him due to her words. 

[It wasn’t Sala who asked for help…. But an initiative from Shifu to come up with the proposition?] 

---The Saurian Demon King who’s often described jokingly as a ‘Floating withered log’ has actually done such a thing? 

Though Porol felt uneasy with this development, but it had ended well and there was nothing to complain about. 

Realizing how disrespectful his line of thoughts were towards his Shifu, he silently berated himself for it just as the Alliance meeting was dismissed just like this. 

 



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