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This was a battle of words where there was no clear winner or loser.

To be honest, Cyclone wanted to surrender directly, appealing to the crowd and agreeing with what the wives were saying.

But deep down, there were some thoughts that needed to be expressed.

The inner conflicts continued to intertwine, as if there was a sense of duty pushing oneself in a certain place in the heart.

"Cyclone?"

"Honey?"

"Cyclone the hero?"

Maybe it was out of habit of observing facial expressions, only The Auron's Little Dragon did not call out to Cyclone.

But with a drop of sweat running down, Cyclone still spoke up.

"I think... what Marcina said... makes sense."

Forced to think quickly about his impulsive words, since he had already spoken, he had to express his thoughts without offending anyone.

"What you all are saying is not wrong. It's like... no one is wrong!"

Cyclone chuckled again to cover his nervousness.

"It's just a matter of perspectives and viewpoints, right! It's all about perspectives and viewpoints!"

Repeated the words he thought of, buying himself a few more seconds of thinking time.

Though only a few seconds, it was enough for Cyclone to stand up again.

"Let's hear it then~"

It seemed the leader was not weak either, thinking Cyclone was just trying to stall, he attacked with a statement, cutting off everyone's chance to retort and pushing Cyclone back to the forefront of the conversation.

Of course, Cyclone wasn't weak either, hands behind his back, he started to walk slowly.

"Firstly, people are free, isn't that something everyone agrees on?"

As Cyclone walked and talked, he tried to simplify what he had just thought of, taking one step at a time while speaking.

"And magic belongs to the individuals, so theoretically, it should be free too!"

"That's why..."

Walking in front of Alexander, Cyclone extended a hand, cutting his words short.

"I know, everyone knows, it's because of the freedom in using magic that it severely affects others."

This statement by Cyclone forced Alexander to nod in agreement.

While speaking, Cyclone also made sure to turn around, giving himself more opportunities to have his back facing the crowd.

"So the problem lies here."

"The problem was always there..."

Eileen twiddled her fingers, indicating to Cyclone that what he said was already common knowledge.

But Cyclone was facing away from Eileen now, unaware of her gestures, unaffected by them. He continued with conviction.

"Wrong! You're putting this problem on the group, which is a mistake in itself."

Not looking at the people behind him, keeping others from seeing his tense expression, and at the same time appearing imposing, Cyclone's words carried a sense of deep mystery.

"You've found where the problem manifests, yet you fail to see where it originates from."

Listening to Cyclone's words, no one dared to immediately refute.

Firstly, they didn't quite understand, and secondly, it was difficult to interrupt someone who didn't look at them while speaking, making it hard to find a moment to interject.

However, the leader alone not only seized the opportunity but also spoke with pleasure.

"Looks like you have a unique perspective~ Go on~"

It was another assist, and Cyclone couldn't figure out what the current Master was up to.

Why was the Master assisting his speech? What was the ulterior motive behind it all?

Cyclone was baffled.

"Yes, didn't we just say that? Marcina appeared in Kakarl alone when she was only thirteen."

"Indeed, at that time, she could be called the youngest mage on the continent."

"Is that so~ then let me ask you, does she have any friends?"

Alexander shook his head.

"Any family? Or relatives?"

Once again, Alexander shook his head.

"In that case, there's a high probability that something has been overlooked by you all."

In that instant, Cyclone saw the Master's face.

It wore a smug expression.

Unwittingly, Cyclone had fallen into the Master's trap, speaking the lines the Master desired.

"Before appearing in Kakarl, Marcina could have been alone all along!"

"Such an argument holds water."

Ignoring the Master's sly smile, Cyclone, after gaining Alexander's approval, proceeded.

"And there lies the problem! If she had always been alone, fundamentally, Marcina would not consider group issues, right?"

"That's why there's the need for education!"

Eileen retorted.

"Tsk tsk tsk, that's it, the root of the problem lies here."

Seeing Eileen fall into one of Cyclone's traps, Cyclone started the next phase of attack.

To deliver the final blow, Cyclone decided not to look at the Master, focusing solely on saying what needed to be said.

"What did I just say about the powerful influence of words? In my opinion, the number one force is not magic, it’s 'speech.'"

The power of words cannot be underestimated.

With just words, Cyclone saved Yuna between the thrones of Allen City, saving both Yuna and Allen City.

None of it involved magic, only what physical strength can achieve.

Just speaking changed countless lives.

With the right words, even someone like Marcina can be guided towards good.

Cyclone circled back to the beginning, glancing at the crowd.

"A single word surpasses everything. Marcina is nothing more than a little girl who has never stepped into a group. By using words properly to help her understand the ways of the world, not as an individual but as part of a group, can the problem be truly solved."

Just as Cyclone delivered the above declaration with an incomparably handsome demeanor, the Master suddenly clapped his hands.

"Are you implying that our past remarks were inappropriate?"

"Wait a minute? Is this your game plan?"

Finally meeting the Master's gaze, in that instant, Cyclone finally understood what the Master's smile represented.