The crowd cheered loudly at Ashoka's words.
Ranya confidently declared, "As you wish, Father, but this will not change the outcome!"
Aarush smirked and replied, "Ranya, your reign will only corrupt the pure name of the Maurya! You are not fit for the throne."
Ashoka harrumphed and stated, "Aarush! Who is fit to take up the throne will only be unraveled a week from now."
While the two rivals had an unbound level of confidence, Alex felt a bead of cold sweat dripping down his face.
'I have one week to make Aadityapal catch up to two other disciples of gods.....' Alex gulped and realized the difficulty of this task.
'Anyhow, I already promised to train him the best I could, I cannot back down right now.'
Following the announcement of the succession competition, the two that were the most likely to inherit the throne left along with their master gods.
The abdication speech was over, and the crowd dispersed and sang along to the national anthem.
