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Lyp:  "That’s a silly concern; don’t worry about it.” With a scoff at Al’s comments, Lyp drummed his fingers on the desk. "He’s a handsome knight, and you’re a clown in a helmet—I think you already know who that girl will choose. Unless you have a reason to be confident she would prefer you over him?”
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Al:  “Weeeell, not exactly. His game is better than mine, ten times out of ten. Not to mention, if it came down to a sword fight, it’s possible he’d beat me there, too.”
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Lyp:  "See? There you have it.” Giving Al’s pathetic answer a satisfied nod, Lyp leaned back in his desk chair with a creak.
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Al:  Al got the gist of what the old man’s plan entailed. It was all things he could agree with. Except… “Um, M-Master…” While Al rationalized the plan.
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Schult:  somebody else timidly raised a questioning hand. “What? You want a turn to shit on my scheme, too, boy?”
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Schult:  “N-not at all, Master! Um, it’s j-just that… Well, Princess Priscilla is…” Shrinking under Lyp’s harsh gaze, Schult gulped. “You aren’t going to be hurting her, are you, Master? You’re doing this for her… You’ve thought everything through to make her the monarch, right?”
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Lyp:  “Ah…so that’s your concern. Don’t bother me with trivial things. I’ve told you my end goal many times. I need Priscilla for my plan, so why would I harm her?” Lyp scoffed at Schult’s very age-appropriate worry. “It’s my job to open the path for that girl to ascend the throne. And if she happens to resist the royal selection, I will urge her to participate. Consider that your job as well, both of you.”
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Al:  “Well, based on her personality, I can’t imagine a universe where she would bow out of the royal selection.” For one thing, she always accepted any challenge thrown at her, and for another, she spoke as if this world were made for her. If she was presented with a way to gain control of the kingdom legally, of course she would take it. Al smirked as he imagined Priscilla obliviously marching her way up to the throne.
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Schult:  “Is that so, Master? W-well, I’m glad to hear it…” Schult also seemed relieved by Lyp’s answer. Even though he was helping Lyp for a reward, it seemed he had not lost the indebtedness he felt after Priscilla rescued him. Priscilla would win the throne, and he would win a reward. To the boy, it was a win-win. However, the exhilarated emotions of the two servants…
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Lyp:  "She’s difficult to handle, but if I make her my puppet with a curse, I can manipulate her at will. I’ll sit my puppet on the throne, and the kingdom shall be mine, as it should be.”
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Schult:  “……What?” Unable to grasp the meaning of it, Schult could only whisper hoarsely.