"Why not use the system of a martial arts tournament to choose a bride?"
she said.
"By testing their hearts and feelings, we can screen the qualified contestants from among the girls willing to participate and treat that as the preliminary round. Successfully passing it would prove that they're qualified. At the very least, they must like you and love you to be eligible for the matches that follow."
"Then, in the games that follow... we can set a different theme each time, with a different format."
"Finally, the first-place winner—or the top three, or the top five?... can become your fiancée."
"After that, you'll have time to interact with each other openly and legitimately... and slowly forge a bond of love..."
"..."
She spread her right hand slightly.
"Isn't this much easier to understand?"
Good grief.
I fucking called it!
Little Griseo's previous method of setting difficulty and screening contestants had, at most, merely arranged for the girls to come in batches.
As for the timing, it could be long or short.
At least it wasn't absolute.
But with your plan, you'd only hold one event every so often.
And each time, only a few people...
This was more terrifying than the college entrance exams.
It would be a competition to the death!
It was easy to imagine.
If Little Griseo stuck to her original plan, then after some time—say, ten or a hundred years—she would basically have worked her way through all those girls.
But now? Ten years? A hundred years?
Even if you gave them tens of thousands of years, it might still not be enough!
You're the real devil here, aren't you?
But then!
Little Griseo thought about it again... wasn't this rather interesting?
Besides.
She was merely choosing wives in an open and aboveboard manner.