“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.