"We won't be holding an election for the president of the Northern Chaldea United States." Fujimaru Ritsuka grinned. "We have two kings from history now, so does anyone else want to run?"
Hijikata Toshizo and Nightingale were both distracted. Hijikata Toshizo kept staring at Nightingale, while Nightingale kept looking toward Riverton—she was still worried about those patients.
Lawrence wore her usual reserved smile, while Mash seemed somewhat eager to give it a try.
"It seems the Master has no intention of asking for our opinions, King of Northern Chu." Artoria stood a short distance from Xiang An, a cool smile on her face.
"No matter. This is fine as well, King of Britain." Xiang An smiled unconcernedly.
Ritsuka would not do anything his Servants firmly opposed. Besides, to be honest, even if the presidency of this so-called "Northern Chaldea United States" came with actual authority, both of them would only laugh it off.
Both Artoria and Xiang An had experienced glory and disgrace in life. If they still had to fight over the title of president of some fake country, it would be beneath kings.
"Shall we settle it with rock-paper-scissors? We are about to face off against an enemy, and infighting before battle will only drain our strength. Could we keep it simple?"
"Fine."
Artoria and Xiang An settled the matter in just a few words.
"Choosing a president with rock-paper-scissors... am I living in a dream?" Roman could not shake the feeling that there was something deeply wrong with this.
"Then let's get started!" Fujimaru Ritsuka stepped in front of Artoria and Xiang An, raising both their hands. "One round decides it! Whoever wins becomes the president of the Northern Chaldea United States!"
"Three—"
As Fujimaru Ritsuka counted down, everyone held their breath, even if this was only