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Kileana looked at Mikahil again, catching the moment when the piece of cloth that had remained covering his tool would give way, falling quickly to the ground and revealing Mikahil's tool to everyone.

"Hmmm," Kileana smiled, clapping her hands and saying, "Girls, I think now everyone agrees that my choice was the right one, right?"

"What?" Mikahil asked just seconds before realizing what happened, looking down to see his friend now free. "Ohhh, well, you all would've seen it sooner or later," he said with a smile. "Enjoy."

"Fufufu," The red-eyed, white-haired elf closed her fan, clapping it into her hand as she rose. She spoke, "Kileana is right, so I won't change my vote. He's still a yes, especially now that I see the boy truly excels in both aspects."

'Was this the purpose of this ritual? But why the approval? Wasn't it already a consensus among all?' Mikahil thought, feeling countless eyes on his body, with only a minority displaying disapproval.