"For the sake of Lord Roma, I'll participate in this king's election, I was forcibly brought here from the slums, 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 this light and fluttery costume. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 infoI've had enough, it's full of fire now, whatever, let's end it quickly! ”

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

"—how long will we go on and on, there is no more boring topic than this."

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, only five people will gather at the opening, and when it starts, the unsuitable 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 caused the hot-brained Firut to 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 did she even plant flowers in her head? If you want to quarrel, come on, I'm famous for my fast feet."

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

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

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

"Princess, that guy—"

The air shifts decisively, A stops breathing, and Al next to him screams.

What exactly Priscilla was going to do, he should know, if Priscilla's blood-colored folding fan, which could be called a hidden weapon, slashed through Firut's neck.... The consequences are not hard to imagine.

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

"—rude, Mistress Priscilla."

The calm voice was made by 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-haired knight and the orange-haired girl—behind her back, Emilia took Firut into her arms as if she wanted to protect her.

"To show 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 crime of the concubine can only be repaid with his life."

"Can't you just say you're sorry? Do you really not 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, I just had a lot of fun, and it doesn't hurt to praise you."

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

"You mean you have to apologize for something wrong, right? In that case, your situation is, "I'm sorry to be born in this world." Don't you apologize? Silver-haired, half-elf."

The impact pierced Emilia's body, and even A knew that.

His shoulders shook sharply, his expression lost his sharpness, and his pupils filled with sadness.

"I—I...... It has nothing to do with witches."

"What does that excuse mean to others? Or should it be said? You are the embodiment of the forbidden existence in this world, and the human heart trembles with fear just by seeing your appearance, isn't it because of this that it is necessary to rely on rags to cover your appearance?"

Priscilla repeated the spicy words, and the pale Emilia bowed her head in silence.

Priscilla's meaning A also understood, although she could understand it, she couldn't accept it. It had nothing to do with Emilia, she was maliciously slandered for no apparent reason.

If A can endure it at this time, there is no need for him to attend this meeting!

"Whew!"

Golden shadows flashed through the lobby like thunder and lightning, and by the time Priscilla could react, a sword had already pressed against her slender jade neck.

"You should be glad that my sword is not unsheathed, otherwise your head would have been separated from your body by now."

The cold words came from the boy's mouth.

A had completely restrained her smile at this time, her sharp eyes stared at Priscilla as if she was looking at a dead thing, and the heavy killing intent exuded from her body made Priscilla take a step back, looking at the young man's frosty and ruthless face, Priscilla finally felt the fear of death, and the chill rose from the soles of her feet, enveloping her whole body, making her creepy.

He was serious.

Priscilla's instinct admonished herself.

A likes to pity the jade, but only if the jade belongs to him, and Priscilla is obviously not his jade so far, that is, the enemy.

Everything happened so suddenly, and A's action was so fast that it was jaw-dropping.

"What a quick skill!"

"Who is he? How? ”

"It's not at all below Reinhardt."

"When has such a strong man ever appeared in the kingdom?"

At this time, other talents successively understood the current situation and marveled at the young man's skills.

Hostile to the two Sword Masters at the same time, Priscilla is tragic, but completely self-inflicted, first despising Filute, provoking Reinhardt, and then slandering Emilia, attracting the wife protector madman A, although Emilia and A have not officially confirmed their relationship, but it will not be too late.

"Princess, can you stop here? It's really nerve-wracking to make too many enemies."

In the expressionless helmet, Al grumbles at Priscilla's tyrannical stance.

"Especially against the Sword Master, that is the source of a huge disaster, so you can honestly apologize, right?"

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

"I can't even hold on for 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.

Arna's manipulation method like an animal tamer made everyone in the hall unable to hide their surprise and confusion.

However, at least the imminent state of affairs at 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.

"Firut-sama and Emilia-sama, have you both calmed down?"

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

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

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

"Others are obviously fine, don't look at 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.

"Then back to the original issue - the War of the Succession. With regard to the selection of the king, it is proposed that each candidate participate in the convening of the Council of the Wise."

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.

"Thank you comrades for your approval, so let's get to the topic, of course, the topic is 'Who can be king'...... The question is the method of electing the king. Although there is a record on the Dragon Calendar Stone that candidates will be gathered, there is no specific method for selection, so in order to decide on this issue, let's first ask each candidate about their consciousness."