United States, Pennsylvania.
Voters, regardless of the scorching weather, gathered under the sun, their skin colors varying.
Yet among the crowd, the banners unfurled or the flags waved all bore one name.
David.
This year's presidential election has many contenders.
But the hottest candidates are three.
One is Mara, the first female president in the history of the United States.
Her card was taking over the shattered government after Nate's sacrifice last year, facing the challenge bravely.
Although President Nate was great, the government left behind was a wreck.
With her talent and action, Mara led the White House through the toughest gates.
And she made an indelible contribution in the subsequent great victory over the Otherworldly Expeditionary Force.
Of course, many have leaked that the only thing Mara did was laugh.
She has no foundation in the White House.
Although Nate seemed to have dementia, he fought his way up from the bottom.
When his mind worked well, he wouldn't become a puppet on stage.
Mara is completely a puppet on stage, with all political achievements controlled by those beneath her.
But she's currently the incumbent president, not to mention she's a woman.
Her fame throughout the United States is undeniable.
Everyone knows she wants to continue her tenure.
The other is the recognized king of MAGA, who failed before but remains determined to make a comeback.
As he said, it's not that he wants to run, but because Mara during her tenure is not up to the task.
He's dedicated to America, to MAGA, and he will abandon the comfort of a wealthy man's life and grudgingly return to the White House.
The third is David.
The mere reputation of the Mayor of New York City is insufficient for a campaign, but he holds the titles of Saint Heir and Treasure User, with a renowned reputation both domestically and abroad.
He's also the first Treasure User to participate in the presidential election.
Due to his performance in manufacturing, some Republican Party establishment members push him to compete with the MAGA king.
Some in the Democratic Party support him, believing his rise could greatly ease party conflicts.
Yet more people loathe the idea of David taking office.
Because everyone knows that if David becomes president, he will indeed take action, rather than accepting the hidden rules in the shadows as in the past.
The military-industrial complex only complains about the military budget being too low, not wanting anyone to cut it down.
They would rather have the MAGA king on stage than allow a passionate Treasure User, who genuinely wants action, sit in that position.
If anything, they'd hope to send the opponent to chat with the sunny, cheerful young man in the convertible.
Valentine is not a killer hired by those people.
He's a Khorne-worshipping follower, a born maniac, and has committed numerous heinous incidents.
Since he has someone above him, he's never been punished.
The price is doing work for those who nurture him.
So he's not a hired assassin, but akin to a Death Warrior.
He adjusts the Barrett Sniper Rifle, loads the large-caliber Armor Piercing Bullet into it, just waiting for the opponent to go on stage.
The distance from here to the stage is less than two hundred meters.
At this range, with his marksmanship, he could surely explode heads with one shot.
He also believes the opponent can't block the bullet unless using Noble Phantasms right away.
Moreover, before leaving today, Valentine repeatedly prayed to Khorne in Subspace, ensuring His power flows from Subspace.
Driving him to fulfill this mission.
If he takes out David, he might become the first in various countries' history to kill a Treasure User as a human.
In a sense, it would be a name remembered through history.
As for after taking out David, what consequences will emerge?
How will it affect the United States?
That's not Valentine's concern.
He doesn't care whether America is good or great, just focusing on kill, kill, kill.
Valentine sets up the rifle, lying in wait.
...
It's not yet time for the speech; David is in the car, reciting his speech.
These lines were provided by his assistant, Hank.
They include some manufacturing problems that old white males care about most.
After all, they are less tolerant than before, largely because the factories that could support their lives all closed down.
The prosperous financial industry doesn't let the water flow downward.
David silently memorizes his speech.
He's not particularly smart, but he doesn't like putting the speech on stage.
Standing on stage, staring at the speech, reading it word by word, lacks spirit.
The impression is that it's a perfunctory workday, far less impressive than if memorized well.
That's quite troublesome.
"It's time."
Hank calls out from outside.
David takes a deep breath and puts the speech down.
He walks along the reserved aisle toward the stage.
Around him are waves of cheers.
Those who braved the summer sun to attend are naturally his loyal fans.
There are also those who came specifically to criticize him.
David is long accustomed to this.
Standing on stage, he's bombarded with all kinds of voices, good and bad.
David has long been able to handle it calmly. He walks onto the stage and addresses the microphone: "Thank you all."
At this moment, he senses an inexplicable chill, as if something is flashing diagonally.
David instinctively dodges and quickly chants: "Spear that Shines at the End."
Whoosh!
The sound of a bullet breaking through the air echoes, brushing past his right ear.
The intense wind even gives him the sensation of his ear being scraped raw.
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