Plotting

"How are you planning to do it?" Taking a deep breath, "Left Hand" Titus Poplar asked with narrowed eyes.

Charney smiled faintly.

"A two-on-two team battle. The higher-ups have already selected the candidates, and I've adjusted them into a state where they can compete."

"Next, we only need to use a few little tricks..."

"Left Hand" Titus Poplar said nothing. He had seen such schemes countless times before. Even someone as proud as him could only accept such arrangements.

"What a pitiful little girl. I didn't expect you people to be able to bring yourselves to do this..." he couldn't help remarking.

"A knight with no commercial value can only be discontinued." Charney shook his head unconcernedly, then looked at Titus Poplar beside him with some surprise. "I didn't expect you to care about her so much. Your attitude isn't like your usual self..."

"I'm merely somewhat concerned, that's all. After all, she's her younger sister..." Titus Poplar shrugged. "I'd originally thought I might get a chance to teach her something. Looks like that won't be happening now."

Titus Poplar was certain that this time, the Commercial Union intended to utterly destroy Maria Nearl.

"Where did you place those two?"

"The Snowheel Knights. Their sponsor is an old friend of mine—and another pitiful knight will transfer his points to those two."

"...All right. I'll watch this match."

Though he already knew the outcome in advance, Titus Poplar had an odd premonition. He felt that perhaps an unexpected development would arise.

Even though the feeling was so unreal that he himself did not believe it...

"The Champion Wall... What a terrible place for a conversation."

"Portraits of past champions. This Black Knight sister takes up three whole panels. She dominated the Major for so many years, yet she doesn't look any