Sicya supported himself with both hands on the table, then looked helplessly at the figure kneeling before him.

"Um... You really don't need to do this."

"Your Excellency Sicya, this is the last contribution I can make for Lord Cyric in my remaining years. If you do not wish to accept, then I will have no choice but to end my own life."

Noiad with a gray wig placed his left hand on his chest and reached out his right hand,towards Sicya.

"I am at least a High Rank Warrior, and I would be grateful if you could let me serve as a soldier."

Several days had passed since that incident, and Noiad had been kneeling under the magic tower since the morning and had almost been taken to prison on charges of "affecting the city's appearance," but thankfully Sicya had noticed him in time and saved some dignity for this former trusted subordinate of his father.

However... how should he deal with this old solider?

According to his original plan, all assets of Elysis are distributed according to various rules and standards, but people like Noiad...

"Huh? Why not just let him continue to serve as the steward?"

Pollyanna asked with a puzzled face.

Noiad continued to kneel on the ground without saying a word while Sicya seriously considered the possibility of this proposal.

Current Elysis... there is indeed a shortage of someone who could manage the assets. For example, the issue of asset allocation is still a subject of constant debate until now.

However, Noiad has once belonged to the noble class after all. It wouldn't matter if he were an ordinary noble, but...

"Um, won't you hate him?"

Sicya hesitated then spoke the sentence of some seeming class consciousness.

"No, not at all. He has always been upholding commercial fairness all these years, and his fairness was trying to be more beneficial to us Fae at that time."

Sicya nodded while looking at the former steward once again.

"Then... it's settled."

"Thank you, city lord."

Sicya helped Noiad up and suddenly remembered something.

"By the way... isn't Mr. Faverland with you?"

"Uh...," Noiad hesitated for a moment, "Faverland... he... seems to have joined some cult..."

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Elysis, now is known as Weinmandt.

In a building that is the second most luxurious and grand besides the city lord's palace.

Originally, it should be bright with the use of glow flowers, but now it was shrouded in deep darkness.

A group of figures in black robes sat quietly around a round table, their eyes filled with burning flames.

In the center of the table, a statue made of expensive obsidian stood proudly.

"She is a goddess."

"She is a princess."

"She is THE Lady Goddess."

"She is THE Lady Princess."

"Hey, I've had enough of your arrogance, you just joined us halfway, but you even took away almost half of my followers."

"Hmph, if Lady Princess were here, do you think she would allow such unruly behavior? Only I can lead Weinmandt towards peace and prosperity."

"Huh, we originally agreed that the title should be the Lady Goddess, why should we change just because of you, old man?"

Faverland stood up with a clang, then his left hand clenched into a fist and hit his chest--

"Because I have danced with your Lady Goddess together."

"..."

"..."

"..."

The entire hall fell into silence.

"Un... Unbelievable..."

The leader of the "Goddess" Fan club shrugged his shoulders and finally knelt down on the ground.

"I... I've lost."

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(Today, the Molly Ann Goddess Fan Club remains as peaceful and stable as always.)