"I don't know if Sir Murphy wants to become king, but he is already the undisputed leader of this land. If he wants to be king, then all the Transia people would be willing to help him ascend the throne.
Yes, just like Lupa and King Louis!
He will certainly be a more formidable king than they are."
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"Look, even if you don't have much desire for power yourself, your loyal soldiers are already planning to help you become king, my dear Murphy."
In a dark alley on Fink Street, Triss, who was studying the strange phenomenon of space folding, jokingly said to Murphy:
"Guess what, if one day Maxim brings you a yellow outfit... Oh, with our customs here, it should be an extravagant purple robe and a crown."
"Don't be ridiculous. In this rundown land of Transia, whoever wants to be king can be king; I'm certainly not interested."
Murphy, who was guarding Triss with his sword, scoffed:
