As if to strengthen his confidence and to convince himself, Sicya repeated his words heavily again.

"I, the leader of the Elysis Revolutionary Group, accept the other side's request of racial holy war."

"Do you really want to do this?" Emile narrowed her eyes and said with a smile, "You know, I could have helped you tear down that broken wall for the sake of you treating me to a meal."

"...... I am very much appreciated, Miss Emile. But this is our Elysis' own business."

"Huh, even you as the leader of the rebellion army now are still prejudiced against outsiders."

Hearing Emile's words, Sicya did not retort, but only smiled at us slightly apologetically, then turned back, bowed deeply towards his own team, and said aloud -

"Everyone, the Cyric City Lord has proposed a truce to have a racial holy war with us, and I am prepared to accept it. Of course, I could have said it is for reducing casualties and keep everyone from dying in vain, but I'll be blunt, I accepted it for I can be recognized by my father, and so that our efforts can be recognized by him, so that he can see our determination. Truth be told, if we continue to fight in this way, we'll probably be victorious in no time. So, if someone disagrees, please remove me from this place. Sorry to have a capricious leader like me ......"

After finishing these words in one breath, Sicya raised his head and bent deeply again.

"......"

"......"

The two women at the front of the group looked at each other and nodded to each other.

"...... My leader, keep your head up."

"Rosie, Anjersey ......"

The two women Sicya called "Rosie and Anjersey" held his arms and said- -

"My leader, we agree."

The people behind them shouted back -

"We agree!"

"Agreed!"

"If we really keep on fighting, we are afraid that we are really going to become like that group of fools as well!"

Sicya's army was in a flurry of emotions.

Sicya saw the scene in front of him, his nose felt sore, and he almost shed a tear.

"...... Thank you, thank you all."

Rothley smiled and brushed down Sicya's hair -

"No need to thank us, My Leader, we have our own considerations. Like this lady just said, if we also become like those nobles, then we might as well not have any so-called revolution."

"...... Yeah."

Zion Obek sighed deeply at the side without saying a word.

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I was rejoicing at this scene when I suddenly noticed a tug on the corner of my coat.

-- there was a group of young men looking at me with eager eyes.

"Ahem, this beautiful and noble lady ......"

"Eh? Uh ...... My name is Molly Ann."

"Molly Ann ...... Well, Molly Ann... ...Lord Molly Ann, the noble and divine Lord Molly Ann."

"...... that ...... can you please stop calling me that, just call me Molly ......"

"Ohhhh! Yes! I'm so sorry for calling you by your name! Goddess!"

The one in the forefront led a large group of people behind him to fell to their knees in front of me.

"Wait! What goddess! It's gotten even more outrageous, huh!?"

"No, you are the goddess! Your exquisite figure on the high wall has deeply shocked us!!!"

"Ha!?"

"It's decided! From today onwards, we are Molly Ann the Goddess's back-up team!!! Your black hair fluttering in the wind! Is our unchanging faith in this life!!! Everyone! Shout after me, Molly Ann!

"Goddess!!!"

"Molly Ann!!!"

"Angel!!!"

"Molly Ann!!!"

"The World's Cutest (Marry Me)!!!"

"......"

Looking at this group of people in front of me, I leaned helplessly against Emile's side and covered my forehead in pain.

What is going on here!