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In the homes of the Romanian tribe, which were made up of several hemispherical huts, Mr. Cyclone was like a giant. Although he didn't have to bend over to walk, there were many things hanging from the ceiling that Mr. Cyclone had to constantly dodge. There was no one to lead the way because the owner of this house had entered ten minutes ago. Although it was strange, it was still a good first step to be able to enter. At first, Mr. Cyclone hesitated whether he should follow inside. Even if the King called for him, wouldn't it be better for Mr. Cyclone to be with his loved one in the hut rather than being surrounded by outsiders? At least he didn't have to worry too much during the war. It wasn't until both of them reached the living room that Mr. Cyclone began to understand the King's intentions. There were already two Romanian tribe members sitting at a long table. One was the Silvia that he had just met, and the other was a light blue Romanian tribe member sitting next to her. At that moment, Mr. Cyclone could only speculate a few things. One, family, two, boyfriend, and three, the worst case scenario, her husband. Mr. Cyclone started to sweat, regardless of the answer, the possibility of a third party still existed. This was the reason why King Allen wanted Mr. Cyclone to be here. "Sister!? Why is he here!?" Both good and bad things appeared at the same time. From the way he called her, at least this light blue Romanian tribe member wasn't a boyfriend or husband, he was just her younger brother. But the bad thing was that his malice was evident in his tone. "Silvia, he's a guest." The second sentence also carried both good and bad messages. Although Silvia was speaking on behalf of the King, she only mentioned that he was a guest. Even though the situation was disadvantageous, King Allen still sat down, in front of Silvia. When Mr. Cyclone sat down in front of Silvia, the other person made a clicking sound. Then, Silvia spoke. "Even the lapdog followed along?" Her words were full of provocation, but Mr. Cyclone just looked in the direction where nobody was, as if he couldn't hear anything. "Ha!? Just now, weren't you trying to ignore me, brat!?" He actually referred to himself as 'brat', coupled with his cute appearance, Mr. Cyclone wanted to laugh, but he held it back. "Hmm? Weren't you calling me a lapdog just now? I was wondering if there were any other pets in this house besides Miss Silvia~" The existence other than Silvia was referring to Silvia's brother, Silvia. Hearing this, both Silvia and the King laughed. From the very beginning, there was already a tense atmosphere. Although it wasn't clear what had happened between them, Mr. Cyclone tried to remain low-key. The current protagonist was King Allen. "Clyde, what did you come back for this time?" "...Teacher, me!?" "You're so annoying!" It was indeed a fierce battle. King Allen didn't even have a chance to say a normal sentence before Silvia interrupted him. "Your Majesty!?" "Sister! I want to shut this person up! Every time he opens his mouth, it's always about himself! What do you think I am, your sister!?" "What!?" Damn...the King actually lost in terms of momentum!? Hang in there, little guy!! Mr. Cyclone silently cheered for King Allen. After a short pause, King Allen spoke again. "In the near future...I will officially launch a total attack against the demonic race, and the day to exterminate the demonic race will come soon." "Ha?" Mr. Cyclone was more concerned about Silvia's expression of no reaction than Silvia's brother's reaction. "I don't want to have any regrets anymore, Teacher! No, Silvia, become my queen!!" That's right! That's the way to go! Sometimes men have to be tough! Mr. Cyclone initially thought this way, but it seemed that the situation was becoming more and more unpredictable. First, Silvia's brother slammed the table. "Enough!!!!!!" Silvia stood up and glared angrily at King Allen. "Don't make decisions on your own so casually! Want my sister? Stop dreaming, Clyde!!!"

"This is not a casual matter. It is a promise I made, that I will marry Cecilia."

"Don't speak as if it's a given. Can the king just arbitrarily rewrite someone else's will? Put away your presumptuous thoughts! Don't forget that you can do nothing at all!"

"If... I can't even convey my own thoughts, then what kind of king am I..."

"Uh!?"

With every word from King Alan and Cecilia, Mr. Cyclone and Cecilia didn't have a chance to interrupt. However, if one were to seriously look at Cecilia's expression, she might just be choosing to remain silent.

"Let's duel! King Allen, only if you can beat me will your nonsense be justified!!"

"Alright! As you wish!!"