"Master Finlan, you look like you're in a good mood."

The porcupine clan organizer, who had sharp teeth sticking out of his mouth toward the sky, said this to me in between the performances at the orc tribe.

"Oh? Is that so? Probably because the show was a great success!"

Of course it wasn't because of that. I wouldn't have to call myself a frenzied flower juggler if I am happy with a small performance.

About a month ago, after Cyric ascended to the throne, the plan went perfectly as Tassia had planned, and the bill passed without a hitch, the Elysis Revolutionary Group, which had been planned for more than a decade, wrapped up perfectly.

Next, it's time to compete with Cyric and Tasia for Nerissa!

I am very handsome, very rich, but also very powerful, Cyric he must not be my opponent.

Well ......

The City Lord ......

Federal Councillor ......

It is said that not long ago he also became a third stage middle rank mage like me... ...

At ...... at least better than Tassia!

For appearance I admit we are comparable! But he did not show any special talent from the beginning to the end!

No, no, no, it's really up to Nalisa to judge ......

No, it won’t work like that! In that case I feel that Tasia has a big advantage!

So Despair ......

Just when I was so engrossed in my thoughts, the organizer quietly pressed to my ear.

"That, I heard that you are from Elysis?"

"Yeah, why?"

"I heard that, well, there is a war going on in Elysis."

......

"What?"

"Elysis seems to be at war."

"What!?"

I excitedly pulled his collar and looked at him incredulously.

Seeing his face turn red, I hurriedly let go.

"Uh, I'm sorry about that ......"

"Ahem, it's okay, here's my latest information."

He smacked his lips and pulled out the newspaper-like paper from his pocket.

"Seriously, although we orc tribals are at war constantly, we haven't really seen many battles like this one."

-- Elysis X Griffin – Holy War -

"...... How... ...what's going on!?"

"I heard that the old city lord was killed by an infiltrating elf prince, and then there was a war."

Cyric's father, the man who was leading against the Federation's policies, was killed by an infiltrating elf prince!

"Give me this!"

"Eh! Of course ...... but master Finlan! Where are you going! You have the second half of the show to perform?"

"Sorry! The show is cancelled!"

"Ha!?"

Cyric ...... don't be impulsive, I'll be right back -

Racial holy war, in order to achieve a certain purpose, is a war that the most representative high-end combat forces in two different races are selected to challenge each other.

This is generally only used when there is a conflict that threatens racial domination.

I just returned to Elysis and went straight to the gathering place of the Elysis Revolutionary Group.

Instead of meeting anyone from the revolutionary group, I met Noiad, the butler who had been following Cyric since before.

"Lord Finlan."

"Noiad! What happened! How is Cyric!?"

"Lord Finlan, you are also involved in that so-called 'Elysis Revolutionary Group', aren't you?"

"......"

"It's over, that bill that was opposed by everyone."

...... Ha!

"You seem to have only considered the top soicety, but never the acceptability of the civilians."

The acceptability of the civilians ......?

"Let's put it to you this way, the bill was passed and resisted by the civilian class, Lord Cyric was dismissed by the old city lord, who returned to power, and then your companion Kalmen assassinated the old city lord in a fit of rage."

Opposition, dismission, assassination ......

Extremely rich amount of information hit my brain.

"Wait! Who is Kalmen! I don't know him!"

"That elf prince who goes by the name of Tasia, Kalmen."

"Tasi ...... a?"

He looked at me who was frozen and reached his hand towards me -

"Anyway, please meet Lord Cyric first."