"The meeting is going to begin. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Rozval's expression was tense, and in front of him was the seat surrounding the throne, and those empty seats were filled by the old men of the Sage Society, leaving only the throne in the center that only the king could sit on.

Then, neatly lined up in front of the old men of the Sage Society, there are beings who are born to shine and be known to others.

Led by a girl with orange hair, three girls with "brilliant ingots" are lined up in a majestic row.

Standing in the center, Priscilla has her hands on her waist, her proud chest swaying the skirt of her pure red dress. Even when she stood in front of the sages who pushed the country, her expression did not waver.

Standing to Priscilla's right was a woman dressed like a military uniform, with dark hair that was close to black, but a closer look revealed that it was a glossy green. The end of the long hair ends with a white butterfly, and the face of beauty and majesty stares straight ahead.

The height is considered tall for women, and they are one head shorter than A, but the length of their thighs is very different. With a sword hanging from her waist and a lion family pattern with fangs exposed, she is a beautiful woman who fits the adjective of men's beauty.

And the person standing to the left of Priscilla is far from the woman with a serious temperament, a girl with light purple hair who gives a lively and cheerful impression.

The hair that grows to the back is wavy, and the soft impression is reminiscent of marshmallows. Petite compared to the other two, they wore white gowns decorated with plenty of fur, and the white fox scarf that hung from the shoulders was particularly noticeable, and the huge double-beaded buttoned wallet that hung below the waist as if it were a spoof.

Each of them is a beautiful woman with a different "brilliance", and being in this place is obviously different from ordinary people.

"A, I'll leave it to you behind my back."

After A's admonition, Emilia trotted back to the girls.

The silver-haired Emilia stood with them, one step behind in her outfits, but her inner cuteness came out on top.

"Is that the candidate for the future king? Interesting. The curvature of A's mouth rises slightly, and each one is very beautiful.

At the same time, the people around him began to move one after another, and A also prepared to stand on the side of the Knights of the Guard.

"—Sure enough, you're here, A."

The red-haired beautiful man standing at the front of the knights greeted A with a hearty smile.

A good young man who will be unforgettable even after a while, Reinharut. He had flaming red hair and blue eyes that seemed to lock the sky, and the only difference he had before was that his outfit had been changed into the uniform of a Guard Knight.

"When I heard that Mimery-sama was coming, my first thought was that you would."

"That's nature, and it's my honor to see you again." A shook hands with Reinhardt to show goodwill, the only one who can match him in this world is Reinhardt, it is naturally best to be friends, and there is no benefit in fighting with him.

"I'm looking forward to learning from you, it's the first time I've met someone who isn't below me."

"It's better not to, we can't tell the winner from each other."

Other knights also appeared at A's side one after another, the cat-eared pseudo-lady Phyllis, and the purple-haired Julius, who had never met but knew about it.

The Knight in Armor standing on the stage, probably the man representing the knights present, announced the opening of the council in a clear and loud voice.

"—All of you of the Sage, and the candidates for the king's replacement, have arrived, and I am the head of the Knights of the Guards, and Marcus is in charge of the proceedings."

"Hmm...... I'm sorry for you."

Folding his hands in his seat, McRotov tucked his chin slightly and nodded in response. The Knight Master Marcus saluted him, and then faced the whole of them with a serious expression.

"I have asked you all to come to the royal city and gather all the lords of the Wise Men's Association here for the purpose of electing the next king—that is, to convey a major notice to those who are concerned about the king's election."

Markos's voice was not very loud, but it was conveyed to everyone in the throne hall without discrimination. Born to lead others, the timbre is very compatible with the title of Knight Commander.

"The cause of the incident was about half a year ago - led by the former king, the royal bloodline passed one after another, and the situation of a country without a king is the biggest dilemma of the kingdom, especially for the dragon kingdom Lugnica, which is also closely related to the issue of the 'covenant'."

Covenant - The covenant between the kingdom and the dragon.

This word appears many times in fairy tales and in the dialogues of the Rozval family, but there are many unclear aspects of the story, just like the content of the king's choice.

"The relationship between the kingdom and the dragon goes back hundreds of years, when the king of the time, Lord Fasairu Lugnica, made an alliance with the dragon Polkenica, and the kingdom was saved by the dragon in several crises and prospered with its help."

"The dragon Polkenica is a dragon who is trustworthy and righteous, and even if the ages have changed, he still cares for my country on the other side of the distant waterfall."

Marcos's serious words came to an end, and McRotov touched his beard and nodded in agreement.

"Well, because of this, maintaining the covenant is closely related to the survival of the kingdom, but the royal family's bloodline is attacked by disease, which is truly hateful, so the next dragon witch must be decided as soon as possible."

"In the Dragon-Kissing Ritual to renew the covenant - exchange ideas with the dragon and select qualified shrine maidens. A new successor will be sought for a new successor to a heavy responsibility that has been passed down from generation to generation by the royal family."

With a voice that tried to stifle his feelings, Marcus stepped up to the stage and put his hand on his chest in front of the Wise Men Meeting.

"For this reason, we and the Knights of the Kingdom have been ordered to be placed in the Virtuous Society, and are responsible for finding the witches who have been chosen by Dragonstone Radiance."

Reaching into his arms, Marcos placed a small inlaid badge with gems on his palm, which was an item that A had seen several times and represented the qualifications of the King's Election participants.

As he stepped down, Marcos saluted the lined line of candidates and held his badge forward.

"Please, show me the Dragonstone—"

The maidens responded to the call and held their badges forward.

In an instant, the glory stained the throne hall in a colorful color. The source of the brilliance is the jade of the coat of arms, led by the red in Emilia's hand, and each badge shines with a different color.

The knights sighed one after another, and even the wrinkled faces of the members of the Sage Guild revealed some relief.

"As you can see, every candidate has the qualifications of a dragon shrine maiden. After this is confirmed, we will follow the prophecy of the Dragon Calendar Stone, and the new national guide will be five people, and one shrine maiden will be selected from among them to make an alliance with the dragon. ”

"Five ......?"

"That's right, five. As it stands, there are only four candidates – so the selection never began, which is our mistake in not being able to find a fifth."

"Fifty million people? It's very fast to find four of them in half a year."

To find people in a world where the means of communication have not yet spread throughout the country can be said to be too harsh. Identifying four candidates in a short period of time should be well received.

It's so annoying to listen to these people, the worldview is too complicated, it's troublesome to accept, can't the plot be fast-forwarded?

A sighed and complained.

Speaking of dragons, A remembered "Fairy Tail", this world must be missing the dragon slayer magister, for the dragons of this world, A just wants to say, eat my Red Lotus Burst Blade!

Later, Reinhardt reported that he had found a fifth heir to the king.

Under the gaze of everyone, the girl slowly walked through the gate, the light yellow dress skirt swayed lightly, the feet in high heels stepped on the carpet, the hair was neatly combed, shining with golden brilliance, and the strong-willed red pupils, a girl with the characteristics of mischievous tiger teeth.

Dressed in dirty clothes that looked like tattered pieces of cloth, the girl had dull blonde hair and violent eyes.

Rather than being tenacious, the word "clever" is more in line with this stubborn girl from the slums.

This was originally Firut's image in the ghetto.

At this time, walking on the red ground, the skirt of the dress swayed gently with her dignified advance, no different from a noble daughter.

If you grind it, you might be able to glow. However, after being ground by the power of Reinharut's family lineage, the rough stone named Firut is not only polished to the extent that it shines.

- Blooming with an overwhelming light, it is enough to say so.