The unexpected succession debate wasn’t just surprising for the girl—it was equally bewildering for Kalstein.

When asked, the response was quite the spectacle.

“Farming...”

What exactly were the criteria for selecting a successor to Sephiroth?

“...What?”

“Nyeh, nyeh?! Is there... is there a problem?!”

She was a girl who had lived on a farm in the countryside.

Though there was the difference of elf-style farming.

“...”

It was as if a completely clueless country girl had been dropped into the situation.

Despite Kalstein having achieved the desired outcome, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.

“Could it be...”