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He is Urius Cavaliere de Arthur. Apart from his unusually long name, his face is soft and glowing, which contradicts his age. Part I

“A reincarnated outsider…from another world...”

The current King Arthur gives a slight smile. “Interesting.” He laughs, “Umm…really interesting. Ah, you can call me Urius, King Arthur, Julius, or whatever, it's up to you.”

Julius...the nickname Salsal used to call his father.

My eyes are drooping. “You don't appear to be haughty.”

“I don't mind what you're going to call me,” Urius says. “It does not change anything.”

I snort in my throat. As he stated, calling makes no difference; it does not make the king in front of me and me more intimate.

Our winning cards are the pieces of information we all keep and share. As a result, the amount of information I can reveal to him must be at the right level, not too much that I am throwing away my winning card, and not too little that it means nothing for negotiation because if it is too little, this King Arthur will have no need to talk to me any longer.