"Regardless of the qualifications of the shrine maiden, she was born in the slums...... And it may be the lost royal bloodline, and the suffering you will face next can be said to be unimaginable, are you ready to realize?"

Like the words in the test is a ritual, Lee Celt has to use her own answers to say goodbye to her own grievances. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info天勁novel.23txt. Receiving Firut's answer, this conversation is finally coming to an end.

"What, Ojisan, I didn't say I wanted to be king. ”

However, completely ignoring the direction of the conversation until now, Firut clearly refused.

Everyone in the hall was shaken by the fact that they heard answers that were different from what they had imagined.

"I was forcibly brought here from the slums, and even if I was clamoring to go back, this guy wouldn't let me go back, and he hid my original clothes so that I could wear such a fluttery costume. I've had enough, I'm full of fire now, who cares about you——!"

Firut's scolding voice allowed the awkward silence to dominate the hall again.

There is no more boring topic than to ramble on and on for as long as you want. ”

Among the candidates who had remained silent, Priscilla, with bored eyes in her eyes and clenched around her chest, spat out the words. Gathering everyone's attention, she shook the plump breasts wrapped around her arms.

"It's just because of the form, five people will gather at the opening, and when it starts, the unfit people will naturally be removed, anyway, the last ones will be concubines, and it doesn't matter whether the other superfluous people are qualified as kings or not. ”

"Ahhh......?"

Priscilla's unreasonable fallacy made Firut, who had a hot brain, react. She jumped off the stage with lightness and glared at Priscilla face to face.

"At first, I thought it was an innocent and honest woman, but I even planted flowers in my head? ”

"Rude, who do you think the concubine is?"

"Ha, who dumped you......!"

Firut scoffed at Priscilla's words, and Priscilla's eyes narrowed mercilessly.

"Princess, that guy—" Al exclaimed beside him. Priscilla should know what exactly she was going to do.

And, with Al's shouting as a cause, gusts of wind blew through the hall.

"—rudeness, Mistress Priscilla. ”

The calm voice came from Reinharut, who moved to Priscilla's eyes in an instant.

The knight who was originally kneeling on the stage intervened between the two girls in the blink of an eye.

Face to face, the Red Knight and the Orange Maiden—behind her back, Emilia took Firut into her arms as if she wanted to protect her.

"Such hostility on such an important occasion...... What are you thinking!?"

Blue-purple pupils filled with anger, and Emilia shouted at Priscilla, but Priscilla seemed to be painless about being reprimanded, and only waved her hand in disgust.

"It's just a matter of educating the position of an uneducated, but the rude sin of the concubine can only be repaid with his life. ”

"Can't you just say you're sorry? Don't you really have the consciousness to do something wrong?"

Emilia tried hard to persuade Priscilla, who didn't care, as usual, and when she heard her words, Priscilla was momentarily stunned, and then looked at Emilia with a smile on her face.

"Oh, this is funny, it's rare for me to enjoy it just now, and it doesn't hurt to praise you. ”

"What an unpleasant child, what do you say......"

"You mean you have to apologize for doing something wrong, right? In that case, you're in a situation where you're sorry to be born in this world. Don't you apologize? ”

The impact pierced Emilia's entire body······

"Your Highness Priscilla, please retract your words!" Clyde's expression was extremely cold, and a faint majesty permeated the entire hall, and even Rheinharut couldn't help but feel a little pressure.

"What if the concubine says no?" Priscilla chuckled, as if she didn't feel the invisible power.

“·······” Clyde didn't speak, and the terrifying might grew again, and now even the smile on Priscilla's face could not be contained, and a drop of cold sweat ran down her forehead.

"Your Excellency Clyde, please calm down!! this is the King's Election Hall!" Rheinharut hurriedly shouted.

"yes! Don't be impulsive for me. "Emilia knows Clyde is doing it for her own good, but if Priscilla gets into conflict here······

"Princess, you're too ········" Seeing that the atmosphere was getting more and more sinister, Al hurriedly shouted to Priscilla.

"Especially against the Sword Master, it's a huge source of disaster, so you can honestly apologize, right?"

"Since he is a concubine's retinue, he is not allowed to say discouraged words. What about the Sword Master, at best, he is only the strongest person on the surface, can't he think of it?"

"I can't even last a minute. ”

Calmly seeing through the gap in each other's combat strength, Al raised the white flag early and conceded defeat. Priscilla was dumbfounded by that attitude, and then finally settled down and withdrew from the fighting spirit.

"And that Clyde, I can't fight! the momentum alone weighs me down········" Arna's manipulation method like an animal trainer made everyone present unable to hide their surprise and confusion.

However, at least the imminent state of affairs on the scene was avoided.

In this way, seeking an opportunity to redivide the atmosphere of the venue, a high-pitched voice suddenly sounded in the hall shrouded in silence.

"—Everyone, feel more comfortable. ”

The bouncing coin fell into the pottery, and McRotov attracted everyone's attention.

"Lord Firut and Lord Emilia, have you both calmed down?"

"Huh, huh...... I'm fine, this kid is ...... too."

"Is enough of it, tell you to let go of me, I'm fine!"

Emilia, who was called, nodded hurriedly and let go of Firut, who was hugging.

"Others are obviously fine, don't want a chicken woman, don't treat me as a weak little ghost!"

“…… Well, I'm sorry for being nosy. ”

"—I won't say thank you. ”

Firut looked awkward, seeing her attitude, Reinharut saluted Emilia and returned to the ranks of the knights, Emilia and Firut also stood awkwardly in the ranks of the candidates, only the perpetrator Priscilla still had a bored expression on his face, and there was no look of reflection at all.

In any case, seeing that the dispute was over, McRotov re-declared.

"So back to the original topic - the battle of the succession. With regard to the selection of the king, it is proposed that each candidate participate in the convening of the Wise Men Council. ”

McRotov's majestic proclamation filled the hall with tension again.

The candidates all naturally straightened their postures, and the expressions of the audience lost their calmness.

In order to ask whether the announcement of the meeting would be accepted, McRotov looked around at the members of the Sage except himself, and the old men nodded their heads in agreement.

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The second update of the two daily shifts!(To be continued.) )