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Julius:  "What can you call this, if not fate?” Perhaps Julius had been overcome by fervor, for his tenor rose and his words quickened. “If Heaven chooses the king, then it has chosen Lady Anastasia. I, devoted to the Royal Family, having pledged my loyalty to the kingdom, hereby declare that Lady Anastasia is worthy of the throne.—I thank you for lending me your ears.” Julius behaved much like a stage performer as he summarized his address for the audience.
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Marcus:  Yet, even then, Marcus’s calm expression did not waver. “Sir Julius, may I judge this sufficient?”
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Julius:  “Yes, thank you very much,” Julius stated, probably accustomed to the attitude of his superior officer, and returned to Anastasia’s side.
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Julius:  “You were splendid, Lady Anastasia. It is indeed a place such as this where your flower may truly bloom.”
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Anastasia:  “Yes, yes, you are very kind. Sheesh, you didn’t need to say that. It’s so embarrassing.” A red-faced Anastasia fanned herself with a hand as she returned with Julius to the other candidates.
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Marcus:  After a brief silence, Marcus called the name of the silver-haired girl who had kept her silence to that point. “Then, the next candidate—Lady Emilia.”
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Marcus:  She was the only candidate lacking a knight of her own.
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Emilia:  After her name was called, she raised her head. From the side, Subaru could see worry on her pale, beautiful face, but, with a look of strong determination, Emilia replied. “Yes.” She stepped forward. Her part in the royal selection had now begun.