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{3rd Pov}
The long-anticipated meeting regarding the mysterious figure known as the Witch Hunter had officially begun.
Every Royal Candidate had arrived, each accompanied by two of their most trusted royal retainers, which made the room feel tense and crowded with important individuals.
The atmosphere was thick with curiosity, unease, and a strong sense of urgency.
"First, we need to go over everything we currently know about this 'Witch Hunter'," Crusch declared, taking the lead with her usual composed authority.
"The most logical starting point would be the time and circumstances of his first appearance."
As soon as she spoke, everyone instinctively leaned forward, eager to gather whatever information was available.
Emilia raised her hand slightly before speaking. Roswaal had repeatedly encouraged her beforehand to participate actively, so she wasn't going to remain silent.
"If I may ask… should we assume that Lady Crusch was the first person to encounter him?"
"Well, not exactly," Felt cut in abruptly, drawing everyone's eyes toward her.
She was lounging back in her chair with her usual casual attitude, but her words carried weight.
"From what I know, the first person to actually meet him wasn't Lady Crusch. It was Old Man Rom."
The abrupt shift in attention caused every head in the room to turn toward Rom—the massive half-giant sitting near Felt.
Rom let out a long, resigned sigh, clearly annoyed that he was suddenly being treated like the centerpiece of the discussion.
"Oh? Is that so? How unexpected." Anastasia leaned forward with growing interest, her fox-like eyes shining with curiosity that bordered on sharp calculation.
Her tone was casual, but everyone knew she never asked anything without a motive.
The others followed suit, staring at Rom with expectation, waiting for him to confirm or deny what Felt had revealed.
Rom gave a slow nod, accepting that he now had the attention of the entire room and would have to explain his encounter whether he liked it or not.
"Yes, this is true…" Rom finally answered, rubbing the back of his neck as all eyes locked onto him.
"When some members of Felt Camp alongside me rushed to the outer districts of Priestella after receiving the news of the chaos inside the city, we were preparing to sneak in through one of the less-guarded paths. That's when we ended up running into him."
His words immediately sharpened the room's focus.
Even the retainers who had been quiet until now leaned in, understanding that Rom's testimony could be one of the earliest direct interactions with the Witch Hunter.
Rom began explaining in a straightforward manner how their first encounter unfolded.
He described how he initially approached the Witch Hunter with caution, how everyone in the Felt Camp remained on high alert, expecting trouble from any unknown individual this close to a city under attack.
He went on to describe how a few of his Familia members had stepped forward to examine the stranger more closely, expecting some sign of hostility or at least a visible weapon.
Instead, they were shocked—borderline confused—when they realized he wasn't carrying a single blade, staff, or even a small dagger.
That revelation caused a faint, involuntary irritation to rise within both Anastasia Hoshin and Crusch Karsten.
They didn't speak it aloud, but the look in their eyes made it clear they weren't pleased.
To them, the Witch Hunter wasn't just some wandering stranger; both viewed him almost like a kingly figure, someone deserving of the highest respect.
Hearing that Rom and his camp had treated him like a suspicious passerby rubbed them the wrong way.
However, after a moment, they reluctantly accepted the reality—at that time, nobody could have known his identity or unimaginable strength.
Under those circumstances, treating an unknown person with suspicion was simply basic common sense.
Rom continued, recalling the encounter in more detail.
"After that, we ended up sharing a drink together," he said, causing several eyebrows in the room to rise.
"Though, uh… the drink was just watered milk."
That last detail caught the entire assembly off-guard.
Murmurs spread across the candidates and retainers alike.
No one could hide the surprise at hearing that the first shared moment with the Witch Hunter wasn't some dramatic battle, negotiation, or grand revelation—but rather something as plain and unexpected as splitting a cup of watered-down milk.
"May I ask why you even had watered milk in the first place? I am quite certain that your group has at least enough funds to afford proper milk!" Anastasia Hoshin raised her voice sharply, her tone filled with disbelief.
Her question struck the entire room like a thrown stone, leaving everyone momentarily stunned by her bluntness.
Felt's eyebrow twitched in irritation, clearly offended by Anastasia's casual assumption about their finances.
"Not everyone has the luxury to afford full-quality milk whenever they want," she snapped back without hesitation.
"And even if we can manage to get the money, people like us from the slums grew up drinking watered-down milk. It's normal for us, so don't make it sound strange."
"What an unbelievable revelation," Priscilla chimed in with her usual arrogant confidence, her voice dripping with disdain.
"To think the so-called Witch Hunter was served the kind of diluted liquid that my divine self would not even consider glancing at twice." Her addition only made the already tense atmosphere even heavier.
Many present winced, realizing that Priscilla had just escalated the issue even further without a shred of restraint.
The idea that the Hero of Priestella—the man who had single-handedly defeated multiple Sin Archbishops—was offered something commonly associated with poverty-stricken slum life was difficult for them to accept.
The sheer contrast between his grand achievements and the humble drink he had been given made everyone uneasy in different ways.
"Listen," Rom interjected, raising his voice a little in an attempt to regain control of the conversation.
"The guy didn't complain even once. He just drank it with a completely neutral expression while we talked. Either he's used to having food and drinks like that already, or he just genuinely doesn't care what he's given."
Rom tried to defuse the growing argument, but instead of calming anyone down, his honest explanation only fueled the tension further, as everyone struggled to understand what kind of man the Witch Hunter truly was.
"Then… does that mean Zero was from the slums?" Emilia asked in a hesitant voice, her expression full of innocent curiosity rather than insult.
Roswaal, who was standing right beside her, tried with all his might not to slap his own face so hard that it left him with a stinging cheek.
He forced his hand down, silently reminding himself that she wasn't being offensive—she was simply being Emilia.
"T-That is a rather interesting theory, Lady Emilia," Reinhardt commented, trying to remain diplomatic while processing her words.
Even though Emilia's assumption sounded a bit farfetched at first, the truth was that their information about Zero was so painfully limited that they couldn't rule out anything.
With the little evidence they had, the possibility of Zero originating from the slums wasn't completely unreasonable.
Anastasia also fell deep into thought.
As someone who had crawled out of the slums herself and built an entire merchant company with her own two hands, the idea didn't bother her at all.
In fact, the possibility of Zero being from the same background only made her admiration—and her obsession—intensify.
If anything, it made him feel even more relatable to her, someone who also rose from nothing.
"Whether he is from the slums or from the nobility makes no difference," Crusch said firmly, her voice steady as she attempted to prevent another tangent or pointless argument.
"He is our hero, and that alone is what matters the most." She made her stance clear, wanting to keep the meeting focused.
Priscilla gave a loud, dismissive snort, clearly unimpressed, but for once she chose not to add another snide remark, allowing the conversation to move on.
"Old Man, please continue," Anastasia said, urging Rom to proceed.
Rom gave a relieved nod, thankful that the previous argument had finally died down before things spiraled even further out of control.
"Well, before he left, he gave us his name—Zero—and mentioned that he was a Spirit Arts User. Aside from that, there isn't anything else I personally know about him," Rom explained, his voice steady as everyone processed the limited but valuable pieces of information.
"Does anyone know how many spirits he might have contracted with?" Emilia asked.
As a Spirit Arts User herself, she knew perfectly well that the number of spirits someone handled was an important detail, especially when evaluating someone as unusual as Zero.
"From what we currently know, Sir Zero has at least one Great Spirit at his side," Crusch replied, recounting her memory of Gloria.
The spirit's bold, sparkling personality reminded Crusch so much of a certain person sitting in the room that she ended up glancing briefly toward Priscilla without thinking.
Priscilla immediately noticed the look, her eyes narrowing in curiosity, but before she could say anything, Anastasia spoke up.
"The spirit's name is Gloria. She's a feisty one and very outspoken. Honestly, her personality is extremely similar to Priscilla's," Anastasia added with a casual shrug, as if stating an obvious fact.
Priscilla raised an eyebrow, her lips curling into a smirk of interest.
"Oh? A spirit with a temperament comparable to my divine self? How amusing," she said, clearly intrigued rather than insulted, as though she had just found a new source of entertainment.
"That's not all. She is a Great Spirit of Yang, and she carries an extremely powerful axe as her primary weapon," Crusch added, shocking everyone even more than before.
The revelation caused several people to sit up straighter, fully realizing just how absurdly strong Zero's contracted spirit actually was.
"Yeah, that gal had golden hair, golden eyes, and that axe of hers was no joke… Honestly, I'd say her weapon was no weaker than one of the Great Swords of Power," Anastasia continued, pushing the entire room into a deeper state of disbelief.
Her tone was matter-of-fact, as if she wasn't fully aware that she had just compared a spirit's weapon to the legendary armaments known across the entire world.
The mention hit hard.
The Great Swords of Power were renowned as the strongest weapons in existence, wielded only by extraordinary individuals.
And at the very peak among those blades stood the Dragon Sword Reid—the signature weapon of the Sword Saints—currently belonging to Reinhardt.
To hear that a Great Spirit's axe could stand anywhere near that level was beyond alarming.
And mind you they were comparing to Reid due to her feats.
"What about Zero then? What kind of weapon does he have?" Felt asked, unable to hold back her curiosity.
In her mind, it didn't make any sense at all for someone on Zero's level to carry nothing.
If his spirit alone had a weapon that powerful, then logically Zero himself should have some kind of insane armament too.
Otherwise the entire situation would feel completely unbalanced and strange.
"Lord Zero hasn't shown any kind of weapon so far, however he does possess a wide range of strange and mysterious abilities," Crusch explained, recalling her encounter with the legendary figure in vivid detail.
"For example, he was able to completely reverse Capella's grotesque transformations on people without any visible effort. He could teleport, manipulate or bend the wills of others, and perform other feats that I still cannot fully understand."
"He also healed me… and not just minor injuries," Anastasia added firmly.
"He healed me when I was literally on the verge of death, a point where even the best doctors would had given up on me. That alone should tell everyone here just how abnormal and overwhelmingly powerful he truly is."
Her words caused the room to grow heavier, as the reality of what Zero had accomplished settled deeper into the minds of the Royal Candidates and their retainers.
"It seems that most of his abilities lean toward support or utility rather than direct combat, but that doesn't mean he's weak in a fight," Felt commented while crossing her arms.
"In fact, from everything we've heard so far, it's more likely that he's extremely strong even without relying on any weapon. And let's not forget that Great Spirit of Yang by his side—she's probably one of his biggest assets."
"That brings us to another important point," Crusch continued, narrowing her eyes slightly as she brought up another memory.
"When I met Lord Zero, he mentioned someone named Reina. He didn't explain who she was in detail, but he implied she was a woman and specifically told us that if any of us were to ever cross paths with her, we should look after her. He said to inform her that he had been here and that he would eventually return."
"Thiiiiissss is truuuly confuuuuusing," Roswaal drawled in his trademark, overly elongated tone, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
"What exactly would prevent someooooone of his caliiiiber from simply meeeting this Reinaaaa in persooon? For someone with his level of poweeeer, the idea that he can't meeet someone he cares about seems quite strangeee…"
"The name sounds quite similar to Reinhardt," Anastasia remarked as she glanced at the Sword Saint.
Reinhardt gave a small, polite smile before responding, "I'm aware of that, but I absolutely do not recall ever meeting someone who goes by the name Reina."
Theresia, who had been quietly listening until now, suddenly spoke up.
"I remember Zero mentioning that Reina would have long red hair, striking blue eyes, and that her facial features would somewhat resemble mine."
Her statement caused everyone present to freeze for a moment in shock.
Because Theresia had been resurrected separately from Ricardo and Wilhelm, neither of them had heard this detail before, making the revelation even more unexpected.
"Those characteristics align with the typical traits of members of the Astrea family. Are you certain she does not belong to your lineage?" Priscilla asked, clearly intrigued by the possibility.
Theresia shook her head firmly and replied, "I have thoroughly studied every known detail about my family's branches and history. I am confident there is no one named Reina among the currently recognized members. However," she continued thoughtfully, "it is possible she could be a descendant from a distant, forgotten branch or perhaps the offspring of someone who separated from the main Astrea bloodline generations ago."
Theresia's explanation made logical sense.
In noble families, each generation often produced multiple children, and political or succession disputes sometimes led to hidden conflicts, exiles, or even bloodshed.
Because of this, it wasn't impossible for a branch of the Astrea household to have split off, lost contact, or simply faded from the main family records over time.
The idea that Reina could be a product of such a distant or unknown lineage was entirely plausible, leaving everyone deep in thought about the implications.
"Is that really all we know about him?" Emilia asked, her voice filled with concern.
The room immediately fell into a heavy silence, as everyone realized that, unfortunately, this was indeed the full extent of the information they had about their mysterious saviour.
Crusch cleared her throat and spoke next.
"This brings us to the most important point of today's discussion. Why did Lord Zero suddenly disappear, and more importantly, where could we possibly find him now?" Her tone carried the seriousness of the matter, as this question was the primary reason they had all gathered.
They had already exhausted every form of political influence they possessed.
Every reliable contact and resource within Lugunica and Kararagi had been mobilized, yet not a single trace or clue regarding Zero's whereabouts had surfaced.
"I used every single informant under my command to look for him, but not even one of them turned up anything worthwhile," Anastasia said with clear frustration, tapping her fingers irritably on the table.
"I also used my personal status and every political connection available to me," Crusch added with a tired sigh.
"But the results were the same. It feels as though Lord Zero never existed in this world at all before the day he appeared in Priestella."
"I searched throughout the slums and even deeper into the underground networks," Felt reported, shaking her head in disappointment.
"Not a single rumor, not even a whisper about him."
"We looked through all of Roswaal's lands and investigated every corner of his territory," Emilia continued, her expression troubled.
"But we didn't find even the smallest clue about him."
Finally, all four women turned their attention toward Priscilla, who noticed their stares and clicked her tongue before responding.
"What do you think I am, incompetent? Even I inquired through my own channels and connections. Yet despite all that, I have not received a single piece of information about the man."
Her annoyed snort made it clear that even she, with her massive influence and resources, was left completely in the dark.
"At the very least, this much proves that the chances of finding any clue about him within Lugunica are practically zero, and the chances in Kararagi are only slightly better than that. Given the circumstances, it would make far more sense for us to expand our search toward Gusteko," Crusch suggested.
Her words made everyone pause, and after a moment they all nodded, understanding the reasoning behind her conclusion.
Zero possessed black hair and golden eyes—an uncommon combination in Lugunica and Kararagi.
The black hair in particular stood out, as it was a well-known trait often associated with the people of Gusteko.
Considering that, the likelihood of him originating from Gusteko was significantly higher when compared to the other nations.
"There is also Vollachia," Anastasia added, raising yet another point of concern.
"It would be smart to investigate matters there as well, just in case."
The moment she said it, however, the atmosphere in the room soured noticeably, and everyone's expression hardened.
"Lugunica's relationship with Vollachia… is volatile, to put it very mildly," Crusch pointed out, her tone serious.
Reinhardt, Wilhelm, and Julius all nodded in immediate agreement, their shared understanding of the situation doing all the explaining necessary.
They were fully aware of just how strained—borderline hostile—the relationship between the two countries was, and the thought of searching for Zero in Vollachia brought far more complications than answers.
Priscilla, meanwhile, had fallen into deep contemplation. Unlike the others, she possessed a unique perspective on the matter.
She was originally from Vollachia herself—a runaway princess who had once been part of the brutal competition for the imperial throne but ultimately lost that bloody struggle.
Despite abandoning her status and leaving the empire behind, she still retained a number of hidden connections and dormant influences scattered throughout the nation.
Among all the Royal Candidates present, she was undeniably the one with the highest chance of successfully conducting an investigation in Vollachia for any trace of Zero.
A slow smirk formed inside her mind.
She had no intention of openly sharing this advantage with the others.
Instead, she planned to quietly extend her own personal search for Zero into Vollachia's territory.
Yes, it would be dangerous—borderline reckless—especially considering her infamous past and the enemies she had left behind.
But since when had Priscilla ever known fear?
The idea itself was laughable to her.
Priscilla firmly believed that the world existed solely to revolve around her divine self, bending and twisting to suit her desires whenever she willed it.
In her eyes, this situation was simply another opportunity—one she absolutely could not afford to let slip away.
Even with her arrogance, she was very aware of just how important Zero had become to the current state of the Royal Selection.
After her loss in Priestella, she had immediately interpreted Zero's sudden appearance as the world nudging her in the right direction, presenting her with an extraordinarily valuable individual—someone who possessed the worth, potential, and power necessary to qualify as a suitable husband for the one and only Priscilla Barielle.
And beyond that, the possibilities he represented were limitless.
Zero was stronger than the Sword Saint himself—an absurd fact that still baffled her yet thrilled her at the same time.
With someone like him by her side, she could very realistically reclaim her rightful claim to the Vollachian throne.
No, she could seize far more than that—eventually the entire world if she chose to pursue it.
The thought alone made her giggle quietly in her mind, savoring the delicious idea of fate bending once again in her absolute favor.
"I suppose that means we'll have no choice but to expand our search to both Gusteko… and Vollachia," Crusch said, letting her gaze sweep across the other Royal Candidates as she spoke, making sure every single one of them understood the weight of her words.
"I am well aware," Crusch continued, her tone firm but not accusatory, "that each one of us here holds a strong personal interest in Zero. All of us, without exception, would prefer to be the one who discovers him first. We all want to monopolize him, to bring him into our respective camps, and secure his support for our own ambitions."
She inhaled slightly, steadying her voice.
"However, for the moment, I ask that we put that aside. I request that at least until we locate him and confirm his well-being, we conduct our search honestly and without hiding information. Once he is found, we can resume competing for him as much as we like."
"That's exactly where the problem begins," Anastasia said, a sly smile spreading across her face, her eyes glinting in amusement.
"Because, realistically speaking, some people here aren't the type to give others even the slightest opportunity once they get their hands on a valuable lead."
Crusch's lips twitched at the subtle jab, unable to deny there was truth in it.
"Yeah, that part is definitely true," Felt chimed in bluntly, crossing her arms.
"I don't know about you and Emilia big sis, but if that fox and she were to come across even a hint of a clue about him, they'd probably keep their mouths shut and pretend they found nothing."
Felt didn't bother hiding who she was referring to—her words were very clearly aimed at Anastasia and Priscilla, almost like an accusation spoken as a simple fact.
The atmosphere immediately tightened, everyone fully aware that Felt wasn't wrong in the slightest.
"It's simple, really," Theresia said as she stepped forward, her voice steady and authoritative.
"Lady Crusch herself possesses the ability to detect lies, and even my grandson is more than capable of distinguishing truth from falsehood. If we hold regular meetings and openly report our findings, we can verify them on the spot. However," she added, raising a hand slightly, "the method by which each camp acquires its information can remain confidential. Those internal matters don't need to be exposed, as long as the information itself is reliable."
Her proposal immediately cut through any lingering suspicion or tension in the room, shutting down the brewing arguments before they could escalate further.
"Hmph. Whatever you peasants decide is irrelevant," Priscilla said with absolute confidence, flipping her hair as if to punctuate her superiority.
"In the end, only my divine self is truly worthy of being attended to by Zero. I have no doubt he will eventually recognize that undeniable fact."
She spoke as though the idea of competing with anyone else was laughable, taking the entire situation as a personal challenge to her pride.
"I won't lose, Duchess. Not to you, and not to anyone else present," Anastasia Hoshin replied, her tone deceptively polite while her eyes darkened with a growing obsession.
Whatever her reasons were, she had made it clear that she had no intention of backing down when it came to Zero.
"I will not lose either," Crusch Karsten declared firmly, her expression serious.
Even as she maintained her dignified composure, it was obvious that she held a powerful determination to secure Zero for her camp, just like the others.
The tension among the candidates rose once more, but this time it was focused—each one silently solidifying their resolve rather than arguing pointlessly.
"I guess that only leaves the two of us, huh?" Felt said, giving a sideways glance toward Emilia.
Emilia nodded quietly, aware that everyone in the room had already noticed something unusual—that she, out of all the candidates present, had somehow received a significant favor from the Witch Hunter despite not suffering any major losses during the incident.
Priscilla and Felt hadn't lost any crucial members of their camps, so their circumstances weren't suspicious.
But Anastasia Hoshin and Crusch Karsten had both lost people who were extremely important to them—Ricardo and Wilhelm fell victim to the White Whale, and their absence had been devastating.
Considering how much they had endured during the chaos in Priestella, Zero resurrecting their trusted retainers made logical sense.
There was clear cause and effect in their cases.
But Emilia?
In her situation, there was no direct connection, no tragic loss that might have pushed Zero to intervene on her behalf.
The more everyone thought about it, the less it made sense.
And while they were undeniably grateful that Theresia Van Astrea—the legendary former Sword Saint—had been resurrected, the part that none of them could wrap their heads around was the fact that Zero had given Theresia a direct order to join Emilia's camp.
It was a decision so unexpected that none of the Royal Candidates had been able to come up with a reasonable explanation, even after countless discussions.
They had already talked among themselves multiple times, comparing notes, searching for any possible link, and they all knew one thing for certain: Emilia had absolutely no prior connection to Theresia, nor to the Witch Hunter.
And that only made Zero's decision all the more confusing and suspicious in their eyes.
So why had he sent Theresia specifically to Emilia?
Why not to Felt or even Priscilla instead?
The question had bothered them ever since Priestella.
Was it because Emilia lacked a proper knight to support her?
Or was it because she managed to kill a Sin Archbishop, and Zero felt compelled to reward her for achieving something that only he had done before?
They even considered another theory—one that wasn't flattering at all—that Zero wanted Theresia to keep Emilia in check, possibly to observe her, or maybe even to monitor Roswaal's intentions.
But no matter which possibility they discussed, nothing gave them a fully satisfying answer. Every scenario created more confusion than clarity.
Regardless of the reason, one thing became absolutely certain: they needed to take Emilia far more seriously as a competitor than they ever had before.
She was the only Royal Candidate besides the Witch Hunter himself who had successfully defeated a Sin Archbishop, and the fact that Zero had seemingly acknowledged her, most likely by sending the former Sword Saint to her camp, made her stand out.
In their eyes, it gave her an advantage that none of them possessed, which naturally made them irritated and undeniably jealous.
Still, jealousy aside, they made a silent, mutual decision.
No matter what the actual truth behind Zero's actions was, they would do everything in their power to impress him.
And more importantly, they would absolutely get him on their side—or, as they bluntly phrased it in her mind, get him into their pants—ahem, to clarify, bring him into their respective camps.
"Very well, with all the major points considered, we can officially adjourn this meeting. To summarize, we now possess a clearer understanding of the general timeline of Lord Zero's appearance, the scope of his known abilities, the potential connection he may have with the Astrea lineage, and the strong likelihood that he is originally from Gusteko," Crusch stated, recapping everything in a steady and composed tone.
"Additionally," Crusch said while turning toward Theresia, who gave a confirming nod, "I will provide the notebook for the ongoing search. And Heinkel—please remember that you are not to attempt burning it under any circumstances… understood?"
She added a pleasant smile as she looked at her son.
Heinkel visibly shivered and nodded repeatedly, fear creeping into every part of his expression.
"Hell no, I'd have to be completely insane to even think of something like that. My own Lady would reduce me to ashes before I could blink," Heinkel muttered under his breath.
And then, mentally, he added in frustration, 'Even if by some miracle I survived her wrath, I'd still have to deal with the two other ladies who are obsessed with that guy's dick. I'm not suicidal.'
"It is good that you comprehend your place, peasant," Priscilla declared arrogantly, her chin raised high.
She didn't hesitate to make it clear that she absolutely would have incinerated Heinkel herself if he dared bring any harm to the notebook she considered invaluable.
With that final exchange, the meeting concerning the Witch Hunter—Lord Zero—came to an end.
The atmosphere still carried the lingering tension, competitiveness, and obsession each camp held toward the man whose existence had completely shifted the balance of the Royal Selection.
To be continued...
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