I want to find a compromise.

I don’t want to just stand idle and watch things get heated. I am not suited for anything that stresses out politics and at the very least, only have basic knowledge. The painful part is that I can actually follow the conversation but my thought process won’t catch a single mettle against anyone here.

And most of all, for Higan to join in this conversational war and I can’t even stand in equal footing here and watches like a fool, it becomes clear to me that I don’t want to be an idle bystander with no discerning feature.

What in the blazes does Higan want to do?

Indeed, if she corners Fonfon, she may extend a helping hand to our kingdom but for what reason? For me? To prove something?

I am appalled but something inside me, a void that hasn’t cleared up, tells me that it won’t solve any of Higan’s emotional problem. Something tells me that she is only projecting her solution in a wrong way.

The possibility that our feelings becoming more distant even if we are close to each other is high. My intuition screams it and I know that my intuition tells me the best when something bad is about to happen.

Something inside me tells that…Higan might even fall into depravity…

The way she acts, the way she isolates herself, the way she wanted to forcefully dominate something, it’s more or less uncomfortable…at least for me.

That’s why, before anything else bad happens, I want to intervene, to prevent it…

A desire to stop Higan from destroying herself, from burning herself out from her own emotional turmoil.

Not only that but for all the kings and queens to reach a sane compromise, without fighting over something…

But…what if they don’t even have anything to fight over right from the start?

“Asagao, what are your idling about? The second part of the congregation is about to start.”

“Ah, I’m sorry Violetta! Were you calling out to me?”

“This is the third time I shouted your name. You…are you tired? Do you need to rest? We just finished talking with Miss Senya so I could accompany you if you want.”

“No, I’m fine. How about you? Please don’t push yourself. You are carrying another life after all.”

“I can’t figure it out how someone sweet like you got attracted to Fon, though in a sisterly manner, it’s still weird.”

“Hmm? How do you normally treat him, Violetta?”

“Me? Ahaha…maybe like a little brother? Funny isn’t it? Then Asagao, do treat Fon as a real brother? I know it is due to a harsh and complicated background but somehow, you and he are connected but is there anything else special other than that?”

“How…when you said special?”

“Do you not see him as a man?”

Special? As a man?

Now that I think about it, even though it is getting repetitive, Fonfon was the first man I had contact with since coming to this world.

I really can’t say anything now about being a man previously as I am aware that my own emotions are already incorporated into this body’s mind and heart but…

Also, I did fall in love…or did I? I am so confused…

What do I like anymore, boy or girl?

Come to think of it, I am perpetually surrounded by beautiful, pretty girls of varying age and handsome, dashing men of varying ages too.

It’s not that I am not aware but…when everything was in utter chaos…there’s also problems regarding Nil, I can’t seem to find any place in my heart for that kind of thing. I do remember having heartwarming love talks with the twin but in the end, I am still severely confused.

Higan confessed but I gave her an ambiguous answer then I confessed to Ichirou but I got rejected. I feel like I have raised one or two flagged along my adventure but…

Eh…?

From all of this…I can feel my head boiling…!

“Fuuaah…”

‘Asagao…are you sick? You are awfully getting flushed…”

“Um…aren’t… we being called…like what you said?”

“Ah, I got caught up in our conversation as well! Please take a rest if necessary, Asagao.”

“I’m going!”

I try to fully regain my composure but it was half-witted wakefulness.

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I follow Violetta from behind, albeit there’s a gap widening our distance but since we are inside the session hall now, I didn’t mind it much and continue walking.

Getting back on track with my thoughts earlier, I want to do something in this hall. I want to somehow make a suggestion that will benefit everyone…

A wishful thinking of a child…

That’s what it is, a pipe dream on a steep cliff, an unrealistic ideal.

I was put into a lot of this kind of situation before where reality will slap me in the face. I can’t digest something like that on the go…

Considering that each kingdom too has their own interests for their people that may be in need, sick, or even drowning in poverty.

Oh no…

This just further sunk my will…

What should I do?

On top of being a klutz, I am also aware that I am, most of the time, unaware of my surrounding when it counts the most…

In that regards, I got caught in something I hate to deal with.

THUD

“Eeek!”

“Wha—what with this brat?!”

I fell on my bum.

I rub my rear as I slightly teared up from the pain of the sudden impact.

However, my main concern shifted to the guy I bumped because this is a serious matter. I bumped into the King of Dwarf, Osthorio Talon.

A two and a half meter dwarf stares down at me with a bulging vein in his temple. Aren’t dwarves supposed to be small, stout fantasy creatures? Why do dwarves here contradicts that norm and stands over ridiculously tall?

Even in the congregation earlier, he was needlessly huge. He is more than twice my height and in regards to body size, I am the dwarf here, no…a gnome?

I know, I’m uselessly short…

Sensing that I somehow pissed him in one way or another, I jolt from my spot and apologizes.

“I’m sorry! I wasn’t really paying attention.”

“Keh, a small brat like you is even in here. Talk about walking trash!”

“Eep!”

Seemingly in bad mood, King Osthorio seems to have taken a liking to picked on me on the spot. His gargantuan hand approaches me and since I can’t do anything brashly here I was petrified.

Seeing his hands extends to me which is filled with hostile intention, I cower away…

However…before his hand get closer to me…a gust of wind suddenly snaps into the whole room.

WHOOSH.

“Hey, hey…what is the meaning of this? Making a fuss over this brat?”

King Osthorio said as sweat trickles from his forehead. I myself gawk at what I saw in front of me.

Fonfon has drawn both of his swords, the very essence of Astlan’s Ira, and points it both at Osthorio’s throat.

“This is out of the question. If you dare lay a hand on my Asagao, you are going straight to hell. I won’t even mind going into a war with your kingdom.”

He said in a low, cold, and menacing tone that seems a threat, no, there’s no mistaking it, it was a threat. Next is Higanbana who pointed the tip of her umbrella at King Osthorio’s back imbued with magic, seemingly the golden flames of purification.

“I told everyone, didn’t I? I am deeply and madly in love with her. Your actions will be your demise, especially when it comes to Asagao. A brat? Let’s see who will cry after having their backside gouged out!”

Her bloodthirst didn’t fall short against Fonfon as she said those words. Her deadpan eyes are now filled with rage that one wouldn’t think she was the same girl earlier. Next is Elven Queen Hinoki who stands three steps away from King Osthorio with her avatar of water, fire, and earth ready to pounce on him.

“She is a child of an old friend. I may hate that friend but not as a person but in terms of love interest. Hurting her is like hurting that friend of mine. Also, she is a child that my twins greatly care that most and I’d feel bad for making my daughters watch you do something unsightly to their precious friend.”

Though she slapped at our first meeting, Queen Hinoki considers me as someone important despite not knowing each other for more than two days. She does know my mother, Nivalis, but to the point of being a love rival. Next is Fang, Mimosa, and Mimi standing around him pointing their respective weapon of choices such as claws and weird mixtures.

“Go ahead and try it, gramps! Try to do something to my master and I will shred you to bits!”

“That was a bad move, friend. You don’t seem to know the importance of that child.”

“Fufufu, I just kind of joined the fray even though unnecessary but hey, I can’t let you touch my apprentice.”

Mimi shouted in a frenzied voice that seemingly shows her wild nature as a beast. Fang’s cold hostility with ferociousness mixed in said with words implicating something about me. Mimosa seemingly liked what just happened and joined, though I am little touched that she considers my apprenticeship to her as something like lifelong…

“Instead of one continent, how about we fight over two continents. That’s right…let’s include yours, Dwarven King. Isn’t that a brilliant idea?”

Senya, in her wheelchair, hovers beside me. I can feel how the air around her drastically changed as she opens her ever-closed eyes that show her green irises. There’s even a speck of rainbow light that emits from her hand.

Next to Fonfon’s left and right is Diyu and the other girl with Gria wearing a hood.

“This congregation was arranged by my father. Seeing someone like you with no actual merit, acting high and mighty makes me want to vomit. I am just assisting my father to keep the order around here. This is absolutely not because you showed a speck of hostility against Asagao, got it?”

Diyu said as she pointed her cutlass at King Osthorio’s flank. The same goes for the mysterious person wearing a hood that pointed a crossbow at him. The tip of the arrow is dripping with something and I don’t feel the slightest mercy that thing could bring if someone was shot by that.

At that moment, Gria Hellbeing spoke in a low, cold voice unbefitting of his goofy character. I can see a cape fluttering behind him with color dyed in crimson blood. I can immediately tell that it is a Godly Artifact.

“Your actions reflect your kingdom. I always find the most peaceful solutions to problems but when push comes to shove, I will resort to any underhanded tactics. This time around, I don’t even need to do anything and you just exploded yourself, King Osthorio.”

“What are you talking about?! Aren’t you just a newbie demon lord who got his seat for overthrowing a child from it?!”

“I won’t deny that. Actually, I am proud that I did such horrible thing, what I mean is taking a candy from a child that is.”

“Isn’t this too much?! My position, my kingdom, is being held on a thin ice just like that?! Just for a mere brat?!”

“A mere brat you say? Doesn’t the atmosphere implies anything otherwise?”

“Tsk!”

“Well, even if everyone here didn’t do anything, someone who is an idiot, a mindless fool will jump at you and kick you out wherever you like, fufufu!”

From my side came Topaz who has repoachful eyes towards King Osthorio. At the same time, Alstroe came…

She walked in front of me while smacking her fist on her palm, though she is too small to be intimidating right now.

“That’s right! There’s that idiot! Um…who was it? Never mind! What I am saying is that you can’t bully Asagao! I am going to kick you if you hurt Asagao!”

Ah…

What the hell?

There’s a bunch of people came right straight to my aid. Not only that, they were all evenly united like there are no actual boundaries between their positions and standings.

The whole premise sounds so idiotic but everyone here is dead serious about protecting me.

Is it because they deemed me so important or they are just plain overprotective towards me. Was it because of my power to bring out divine power or is it because I am me?

I firmly believe in my heart that it is the latter one but inside my heart, I am inclined to think that it is the former one.

How…idiotic…

I can feel warmness spreading in my chest and I can feel my lips breaking out in a smile.

If they can unite like this for one cause, then…

I’d feel sorry for it but…I will use it as an advantage, as to reach a true compromise that one will not win or lose but mutually feels like they got played.