Re:zero Royal Candidates Novels & Stories

A more collaborative one, where I convince my captors of my goodwill until they relax their vigilance and I can move forward with my initial plan in a way that they are unable to save me in the process. I don't know how long it takes. I can't count the passage of time in this closed room. Reeina comes to see me often. She can blather on and on about a million things I don't care about for hours. Mainly about wolves. This is how I find out that there will be some kind of ritual for the throne of the king who died. Candidates must show their strength and combat intelligence in a type of arena a few kilometers from Pontis Maari. She seems to have a preference for the foreigner who brought me, b

"You have to dig deep with me." The auditioner nods his head at her. "I get that somewhat." He thinks for a minute. Then he starts talking again. "Can you tell us why you'll be the best candidate for this reality TV show?" She moves her head back and forth as if she's concentrating her attention back on the big game. "I'm a delicious, coffee-flavoured Italian dessert. I think whoever signs up for this show needs that dessert." She nods her head in alignment with her words. "They definitely need that dessert."

“Monster? How can you call him that? I know there are so many rumors surrounding him but hasn’t the poor man proven himself enough? In my honesty he is the only one fit to sit on the throne.” “Only him? Then what about the people’s favorite? The third prince; Prince Klaus ?” Hope bit her lower lip. The third prince was someone she admired and fancied about. She wasn’t sure if she idolized him or romanticized him. He was also a capable candidate to being King. He was warm and kind to his people. He was also very smart, intelligent and skilled. He simply had qualities of a king unlike his other two brothers Prince Daniel and Prince Aston those two are useless like used toilet paper. All they k

As the Duke put it, "Gisel Murf is the last candidate on the list." "I think I will pass it this time," Gisel replied as he rose to his feet, a look of nervousness on his face. "You can do whatever you want." the Duke replied before turning to master Kai, "Thank you, master Kai, for putting our applicants through their paces, you will receive your reward tonight." The duke made the announcement. King Azar rose to his feet, "Congratulations to everyone who participated, particularly to gentleman Dillion. Our country will look forward to a brighter future for you because you even vanquished master Kai, which is an unprecedented achievement in our kingdom. I am going to leave it at that."

I stood, amidst twenty others, as we were the ones who had made it to the finals. Everyone who came to watch or support were seated while we stood on the stage for their display. The commentator appeared, approaching the pulpit. “I welcome everyone to the most anticipated Royal Final!” The crowd cheered, “We come here every year to watch the geniuses in all the kingdoms far and wide compete to lift their kingdoms to greater heights.” He turned towards us, “Of course, every year we celebrate those who have worked hard to gather unbelievable scores. This year they are five. Firstly, the Raven wood pack’s very own Alpha Roman, Chief Fenrir from the Central Academy, Warwick Kingdom’s beta warrio

He laughs, but only for a while as he then continues. “His standing as the rank 3 in the entire prestigious and international school of Royal Knights Academy marked him with the shadowed black stallion knight horse named Zero.” Laughing once more as he is more than convince that the seventh and final loop is made for young children whose innocent is not yet tainted by the cruelty that love brings. His expression and mood suddenly change. As he reads the following words.

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“You didn’t listen to my words properly. I said this was a precautionary measure. If Rion is fine, then he doesn’t need to be replaced, but if his condition doesn’t improve or got worse, you and your husband can directly ascend the throne. I can’t take care of the kingdom affairs like six years ago because I was still serving my sentence. “Right now, the officials are already making a fuss because they see me in the palace. There are two candidates they will propose which are Hanry Adhelard and Kaven Carolus, and I want you to choose Kaven. Even though Kaven looks like that, he has abilities and comes from the most prominent family in Panthera.”

The thing it is remembering before the sealing. The room was so quiet. I thought about the emissary. Of Cassandra at the boundary stone. About the patient, deliberate pace of Claus's advance - not hurrying, not hesitating. Moving at the speed of something that had been waiting centuries and had finally been proven right. "He wants it to choose him," I said. "He believes it already has," Marcus said. "He believes the moment it wakes fully, it will recognize him and return to him." That the Royal line had always been a transient thing. That the sealing was an error the power will set right of itself when it knows what is being offered.

Whatever's happening to me in this palace, I'm apparently not the only one who's noticed it. I don't have a wolf. I don't have the instincts other people apparently trust without question, the ones that would tell me plainly what's happening every time he stands too close, every time his voice drops into something quieter just for me. All I have is what I can see, and what I'm seeing doesn't make sense yet. I fall asleep still turning the word over. Vaelor. I don't know it yet, but I'm closer to the answer than I think. Meanwhile, on one end of the kingdom, a man sat scheming. Waiting for the perfect time to make his move.