Weeks passed.
The mansion was rebuilt, the defenses strengthened.
The Cult’s attack had been repelled, but the memory lingered—a constant reminder of the threat they faced.
Ayanokoji threw himself into his work with renewed intensity.
He studied the Cult’s methods, analyzed their patterns, and developed counter-strategies for every conceivable scenario.
He trained with Rem and Ram, honing his combat skills to a razor’s edge.
He cultivated relationships with potential allies, building a network of informants and supporters.
And he watched over Emilia, protecting her from threats both seen and unseen.
The Selection was entering a new phase.
The candidates were beginning to make their moves, consolidating their power and positioning themselves for the battles to come. Follow the newest chapters on g.com.
Priscilla was gathering noble supporters, Anastasia was expanding her trading empire, Crusch was strengthening her military alliances.
Felt remained a wildcard, her potential untapped but undeniable.
And Emilia was slowly, steadily gaining ground.
Her sincerity, her compassion, her genuine desire to help others—these qualities were beginning to resonate with the common people.
They saw in her a leader who actually cared, someone who would fight for them rather than exploit them.
It’s working, Ayanokoji thought as he watched Emilia address a crowd of villagers.
The narrative is shifting.
She’s becoming more than just a candidate—she’s becoming a symbol of hope.
It could be shattered by a single defeat, a single scandal, a single mistake.
Ayanokoji couldn’t let that happen.
The road ahead was long and dangerous.
There would be more battles, more betrayals, more moments of doubt and despair.
But Ayanokoji was ready.
He had to be.
The game was far from over.
And Kiyotaka Ayanokoji never lost.