I Will Avoid The Death Flag [It's Published]
19. Full Support

Rejecting Clare's challenge is suicide. Because, the competition between the two candidates for the queen is not the idea of Clare, but the word of the God who came down to one of the priests in the temple.

Where, the word of God must come down only to the priest. And every priest will swear to God to prove the authenticity of the word.

So, I had no other choice but to pick up the gloves on the marble floor and squeeze them firmly. The expression on my face that was originally soft, turned cold.

It's gonna be troublesome. I can figure it out.

I can't underestimate Clare. He was not an opponent that could be considered easy.

Ever since then, no, even throughout the novel [Luka Serethy], Clare has always been greedy for the position of queen, the second highest position in the Kingdom, and will do everything to achieve her goals. Even through torture or murder. Clare has always had the ambition to fill that position.

Clare was already groomed to be queen even when she was a teenager, before Viten was set to ascend the throne. Because Duke Cyrill was so convinced, that his daughter would become queen later on just by supporting every move of Viten.

However, there is one variable in which Clare feels her position is threatened to be taken over.

It was when Serethy came in and started pulling all the attention of Viten. Although Viten gives Serethy his attention in the wrong way, Clare knows that Viten is obsessed with a prisoner of war. Then, it could be that the position that Clare coveted was even given free of charge to lowly prisoners of war.

Clare is not someone who deserves to be underestimated. He has extensive knowledge and experience. So, I don't know if competing with her is really the right or wrong choice.

"Mr Princess." Clare smiled, her hands outstretched to the side, and a servant naturally directly handed the paper scroll over the silver tray. "This is a word written by the priest. I can guarantee its authenticity because I invited the priest who passed down the word of God to her to come to this feast as my thanks. The priest is in a private room if the Princess wants to see him."

I just stared at Clare with a sharp look.

Clare then unrolled the paper, as if not paying attention to the highlight that stabbed her.

"Here it is written that the competition of candidates for the queen will be divided into three parts. For the candidate who has won two parts, she is the winner and deserves to be the queen of Asher."

Clare paused while observing my reaction.

Fortunately I did not give a meaningful reaction, because if I showed my dislike, Clare would definitely feel satisfied and win.

"The first competition will be held at the end of May."

The whispers of the nobles instantly sounded throughout the party room.

What's the matter?

I glanced at Sir Derick.

"In the end of May, there will be a hunting competition held every year" Sir Derick said without needing to ask.

Sir Derick answered well, but the look in his sharp eyes still did not leave Clare.

"Hunting. Does God want both candidates to hunt?"

I could hear Arley whispering to Gracelynn. Apparently the two of them hadn't really left me, but were just a little pulled over.

"What if his win condition is bear hunting?"

"That's very dangerous! Even a wild boar alone was already considered a level one danger! Want to be considered what bear is the most ferocious animal in this Kingdom?"

I then heard Clare chuckle. "Just calm down, Princess."

I gave Clare back attention.

"This hunt will not make us both die. That's because, what God wants is to hunt rabbits."

Then the nobles in the party room voiced their astonishment.

"That's right, Princess," continued Clare. "Rabbit. Whoever first hunts three rabbits in thirty minutes wins the first part of the competition."

"Is that all?"

The whispers again dominated, as if judging, being a judge, and seeing who was more deserving.

"Isn't the competition too simple?"

"If it only hunts three rabbits in thirty minutes, any noble woman could do it."

"Is this really a competition for the two candidates for the queen?"

"It's too easy! What exactly is the Sun God planning?"

Three rabbits in thirty minutes. This case can be said to be an easy case, especially for both candidates for the queen.

Supposedly, the competition given to women who will become queens in the future must be a difficult competition.

What does the Sun God plan? Ever since I arrived here, I was convinced that the only one who could make me transmigrate to this world was the Sun God. That was because only the Sun God had power in this world. So, what exactly is the Sun God looking for from me? And what is the purpose of the Sun God to transmigrate me into this novel world? I'm curious. Hugely. Am I the chosen one to do something or to become a victim in order to do something?

"How about, Princess? Did you accept it?"

I frowned at Clare's grin.

I have to accept this competition even if I don't want to. Because, maybe I want to interact with the Sun God through this competition and ask the Sun God about why I am here and what is my purpose here? So, I will accept this competition. The competition where the Sun God was the one who initiated it.

"I'm yelling—"

"Sorry to interrupt your conversation, Princess and Miss Clare."

I then placed my attention on a silver-haired man who cut off our conversation. The party room also became silent, and all the attention was only on the Marquis' son.

Axel came forward and approached us with a relaxed pace. He even took the time to show his calm smile.

Axel blinked one eye at me—which made me shudder, then directed his attention directly at Clare.

I don't know if I saw it wrong, but Axel's golden eyes seemed to harbor hatred when the pair of beads shot towards the emerald haired lady. However, it was only a glimpse. Just a moment so that no one would be able to notice such a small thing unless I was nearby.

I don't know if Sir Derick behind me also saw that detail, because he was still busy glaring at Clare.

"Sorry to interrupt, Miss Clare," Axel said. "Well, did I not hear wrong?"

"Not misheard, Young Master Axel?"

Axel nodded lightly. "Of course, Miss Clare. You two are candidates for the queen. The most honorable woman in the entire kingdom, the most powerful woman in the entire kingdom, and the woman who will rule this country. However, if the competition to become a queen would be that easy, wouldn't any noble lady be able to do it?"

Axel said something that made sense. Since Clare declared that the first competition would be in the annual hunting competition, stating that both candidates for the queen would have to hunt three rabbits in thirty minutes, the awkwardness had already occurred. Will the process of becoming queen be that easy?

"Do you doubt the words of the Sun God, Young Master Axel?"

"Hm? Where may I doubt such words, Miss Clare. It's just, I doubt you."

Clare laughed in disbelief. "I?"

"Yes, what are you planning, Miss Clare?"

Clare let out her breath. "I firmly declare that I am not planning anything, Young Master Axel."

"How will you prove it?"

"The priest who mediates this word is in the private sphere. If you want to meet him, I'll drop you off in person." Clare smiled gracefully and calmly. "And I need to remind you again, Young Master Axel. If you doubt these words, then you have also doubted the words of the Gods. That is a great sin, Young Master. Moreover, for the Krone family who was very obedient to the Sun God. What do people say when Krone's future descendants have doubted his own beliefs?"

Axel just laughed. Irritated laughter.

The word 'doubtful' that Clare said made Axel angry. Axel certainly could not doubt the word of God when the Krone family so glorified the Sun God.

"You won, Miss Clare. I dare not to deal with the Sun God I love so much." Axel poked both of his shoulders casually.

It was silent for a while before Axel's sharp and cold highlight swept through the party hall.

"However, I declare unequivocally to all the nobles present at this party that Axel Krone, the future Marquis, is, it has expressed its full support for Princess Serethy Rexanne Asher to become the future queen in the Kingdom of Asher. All forms of support needed Princess I will respond and do. And so, for anyone who opposes my decision, whoever that person is will get a punishment that jesters you."

I glared.

HEH! Why would he say such a terrible thing in the face of all the nobles here?! The insolent! That bastard! Goddamnit!

Declare the full support of your ass! Look what you've done, Axel!

The full support of the son of the Marquis, the future Marquis candidate, was not a playful endorsement.

In the Asher Kingdom, there were only two Marquis families, and Marquis Krone was a noble family that had a huge influence, almost rivaling even the Duke family. If I get the full support of Krone, then many factions will also support me to become queen.

Damnit. Is Axel going to make me work rods to become a queen in the future?

I looked at Axel with a disappointed look.