As Medici's images faded, Edward said:
"All right, by now everyone should have a rough understanding of our two members, 'Not Quite Dead' and 'Failed to Live.' Next, both of you will have one more chance to plead your case, explaining why you have it worse and trying to win everyone's votes."
"Go ahead, you two."
Roselle's expression turned rather strange. He suddenly thought of the scene in Flirting Scholar where Tang Bohu competed with someone over who was more miserable to sell himself into the Hua household-
Are we supposed to start hurting ourselves on the spot to look more miserable too?
Fuck, even my precious daughter despises and hates me. Am I still not miserable enough?
He really wanted to say that, but felt it would be utterly unconvincing.
Medici, meanwhile, wore a dark expression and said nothing.
If he hadn't known he was no match for that "President," he would definitely have grabbed him by the throat and made him explain everything!
"Well, it seems the members of our gathering are as shy as ever. Just like last time, you've all given up your final chance to canvass for votes.
"But there's no need to force it. In that case, everyone, please vote."
A pen and a sheet of paper appeared before each of them.
Almost without thinking, Pallez picked up his pen and wrote down his choice.
Reinette followed. She studied Medici and Roselle for a while each, then wrote down a name with a rustle.
Roselle and Medici, on the other hand, were slow to put pen to paper-logically, they should have voted for themselves without hesitation, but they were worried about accidentally producing a tie.
A tie meant no reward, and all the distress and frustration they had suffered tonight would have to be