"Ehn?"
Veda let out a shocked breath.
For a brief moment, the meeting room fell silent.
The members of the Golden Circle Faction turned their attention towards Ezra, while Prince Charles Aethelmont sat there looking completely shocked.
"I'm not going to be moving around holding up banners, saying, 'Vote for Prince-Four.' No offense, Prince-Four."
He said plainly, lowering his head towards Prince Charles, who was still trying to process his words.
"I'm quite busy trying to handle my own situation, which would help the faction by reducing the reputation of the other factions if done right."
Ezra said straightforwardly.
He had already explained how his current situation could benefit the Golden Circle Faction.
There was no reason for him to change his plans simply because the discussion had moved towards the First-Year campaign.
He had his own matters to handle, and he intended to focus on them.
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