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Subaru:  Hearing that sentence from the prophecy, something tugged at Subaru’s mind and made him frown. “Five…?”
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Anastasia:  “Yes, five. Currently there are only four candidates—so the royal selection has not even begun yet. It is our shame that we have been unable to find a fifth.”
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Subaru:  “Your population’s, like, fifty million people, right? Finding four in half a year sounds downright speedy.”
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Marcus:  Marcus finished his explanation, apologizing to the girl who’d raised the initial objection to his carrying on. “That summarizes the present circumstances. Lady Anastasia, please forgive my great rudeness.”
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Anastasia:  “Don’t, don’t. This mess isn’t my fault. Happy now, Princess?”
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Priscilla:  “I wonder. Al, has your little head gained any new insights?”
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Al:  “Yeah, I’ve got it. Sorry for makin’ ya go through the trouble. Sorry to the lil’ lady from Kararagi, too.” As Al flippantly waved with his one arm.
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Priscilla:  “There you have it.”
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Anastasia:  Anastasia—rubbed her forehead at the irresponsible master and servant and looked back up to the Council of Elders. “Anyway, if there’s still more, can we get on with it? I don’t have forever, and I got a lot to do later. You old men with the purse strings get what I’m sayin’, right?” The rudeness of Anastasia’s statement stirred the room up, and Subaru stiffened. But Anastasia seemed to have a very good read on her position, and the Council of Elders showed no sign of irritation.
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Miklotov:  Abruptly, Miklotov lowered his voice. “It pains me to take so much of your busy time, Lady Anastasia, but I must ask you to remain with the conference a little longer. After all…this day shall be marked in the history of the kingdom.” Though the room had gradually lost its original tension, the statement triggered an ambiance that compelled everyone to stand a little straighter.
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Priscilla:  And moving the proceedings forward was Priscilla, pushing out her chest without a single ounce of shame. “So history shall move, you say, old fossils? In other words, you mean that, yes?”
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Miklotov:  Miklotov replied to Priscilla’s quiet question with a small nod from his perch. Then, the eyes under his thick eyebrows sought Marcus.
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Marcus:  The look was some kind of signal, as Marcus saluted and suddenly bellowed across the chamber. “—Knight Reinhard Astrea! Come!”
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Subaru:  Subaru’s shoulders trembled out of the blue.
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Reinhard:  Reinhard, seemingly having waited for the call, replied, “Yes, sir!” He advanced straight forward, saluting the four candidates before standing to attention before Marcus and the Council of Elders.
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Marcus:  “Very well, Reinhard. Report!”
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Reinhard:  “Sir!” Marcus took a step back and yielded the center of the platform. With all eyes upon him, Reinhard stepped forward and faced the Council of Elders without a single trace of timidity.