Chapter 11 The Roma who broke into Emilia's manifesto
After a brief silence, the name of the silver girl who had remained silent until now was called.
The only girl in the queue of candidates without a knight, she raised her head when her name was called, and her beautiful snow-white profile showed uneasiness and fierce determination.
"yes"
With the response, Emilia stepped forward
During this process, the rustling sounds never stopped, and the word "half-demon" broke into Yuexing and Subaru's ears several times.
"——Ang, it's okay, no need to worry."
"Yuexing, I..."
"If a person can be defeated by rumors, it proves that she is not qualified to be a king. Just believe in Emilia," Yuexing comforted
"Quiet! Do you really think I don't exist anymore?!" Youmeng shouted dissatisfied, and the deafening sound resounded throughout the space.
Everyone who felt threatened shut their mouths, fearing that Youmeng would do something terrible again.
Youmeng nodded to Emilia to continue.
Roswaal walked forward and stood side by side with Emilia
Looking at Emilia and Roswaal standing side by side, the Master Chief who was discussing the matter nodded with a solemn expression.
"Then, Lady Emilia, and then Sir Roswaal L. Mathers, please."
"Okay, okay, how should I put it? After being accompanied by knights like this, I feel like I'm in the wrong place, and I feel embarrassed." He always maintains a frivolous tone.
Roswaal
"This is the first time I've met you. Sirs of the Sage Council, my name is Emilia. I don't have a family name. Please just call me Emilia."
A sound like a silver bell flowed out, and the name was equally engraved in the hearts of everyone
His voice did not tremble, nor did his gaze waver.
Emilia, who announced her name in front of the Council of Sages, showed no signs of inferiority compared to the candidates so far.
"Then, the unscrupulous person recommended by Roswaal L. Mathers will serve as the Border Commissioner. I would like to thank you all for your time."
"Without the Knight Guards, you become the palace mage as the recommender. I would like to hear an overview of this."
The sage representative said while stroking his beard to guide the flow of the topic and looking at Emilia with sharp eyes.
"Please, the candidate Emilia-sama, including her character."
"Admittedly, first of all, although I think it is already known to everyone, please allow me to start with Emilia-sama's origins - Akira, with her beautiful silver hair, translucent snow-white skin, and cyanosis that can grab people's hearts just by looking at it.
The lustful eyes, the sound of silver bells that you can’t forget even in your dreams once you hear them, and the demonic appearance are all proof that Emilia has elven blood.”
"Usually it's human blood—that is, the so-called half-elf?"
After hearing Roswaal's explanation, the person who interrupted was the bald old man sitting in the seat of the Sage Council.
The tall old man said with veins appearing on his forehead, eyes full of disgust directed at Emilia
"Filthy, he is actually a silver-haired half-demon. Even if he is just allowed to enter the throne room, he should be frightened. Why didn't he notice it?"
"Your Excellency, Bordeaux, you have spoken too much."
As soon as the representative of the Association of Sages finished speaking, he saw the old man in front of him vomiting blood and suddenly flew out, drawing a bloody arc in the air and violently hitting the wall carved with dragons, causing gravel to fly.
It is firmly embedded in the wall, and it is obviously too dead to die anymore.
"My lord!" the knights said in horror.
"Noisy!"
When everyone looked at Youmeng, he was standing in front of the chair, wiping his hands carefully with a handkerchief, showing a look of disgust from time to time, as if something unreasonable had just been touched on his hands.
Reinhardt and Julius's faces flashed with seriousness, and everyone understood that it was the white-haired half-dragon in front of them who had knocked away the bald old man sitting on the high platform.
"I hope I won't hear the word [half-demon] in other people's mouths again, otherwise - you will be responsible for the consequences," Youmeng said coldly.
The elders of the Sage Association couldn't help but shed nervous cold sweats. For a moment, the air was filled with indescribable fear.
Youmeng took a deep breath, adjusted her mood, sat down and said
"Emilia, please continue"
"You're really irritable..." Yuexing said speechlessly. Subaru beside him was already shocked to the point of numbness.
"Huh, then what is Emilia-sama's point of view?" The representative of the Sage Association took a deep breath, obviously he was very frightened just now.
"I have only one request - only to be fair," Emilia said loudly.
"……fair"
"I can understand that being a half-elf and having something in common with a witch will bring about prejudice, but for this reason, I categorically refuse to pick all the buds."
"Are you asking for equal treatment as a candidate during the king's election?" the representative of the Wise Society confirmed.
"I am a raw person who has many shortcomings compared to other candidates. There are many things I don't know and there are countless things I have to learn. Even so, I know the goal I must go to.
The pinnacle, so I feel that hard work is indispensable." Emilia said
"I don't know if my efforts are worthy of the throne, but the feeling that I will continue to work hard for this is sincere. With this feeling, even other candidates will not lose, so please look at it with fairness.
, look at me, I don’t have a family name, I’m just a simple Emilia, neither a witch nor a silver-haired half-elf, please, look at the real me.”
The final whisper is accompanied by a pleading voice, but the strong will and desire embedded there will never waver.
"...Subaru, I apologize to you." Yuexing looked at Emilia on the stage and said slowly.
"It's okay, brother, I understand you are doing it for my own good," Subaru said with a smile.
"Lady Emilia and Roswaal-sama, too. There's nothing left to say."
"yes"
"I-I haven't said enough yet, but what about this situation..."
"—Then, thank you very much." The representative of the Sage Association forcibly announced the end.
"Then, please invite the next candidate to enter -" the Master Chief's voice rang.
"Sir Felt and his Servant—Reinhardt Van Astrea"
"Hey, wait a minute, that guy over there." Felt's dissatisfied voice rang out.
"What's wrong, Felt-sama?" Reinhardt asked in confusion.
"Are you kidding me? I didn't say I was participating in some ridiculous king's election or anything like that. Yes! This guy dragged me here." Felt pointed at Reinhard beside him and said angrily.
"What do you mean, Lord Felt, to give up his qualifications as a candidate?" The Master Chief looked at Felt in confusion.
"That's right, that's it" Ferut nodded.
Reinhardt stepped forward and wanted to explain
"No need," the sergeant shouted, stopping Reinhardt in his tracks.
Reinhardt stopped
"Knight——Reinhardt"
"yes"
"The Lord Felt you support has voluntarily given up participating in the King's Selection, so it is deemed to have given up the qualification to participate in the election, so the King's Selection is over," the representative of the Sage Association said calmly.
Reinhardt's eyes flashed with a hint of unwillingness, but in the end he didn't say anything and just nodded.
"Then, this is the end of the Wang Xuan meeting."
All the wise men stood up
"No, it just ended so weirdly," Subaru yelled in an unbelievable voice.
"It's a bit strange... Wait a moment, something else must have happened." Yuexing scratched his head, it was indeed not like this in his memory.
"Then..." The voice of the representative of the Wise Men's Association was drowned out by the noise. It was the sound coming from behind.
"Sorry, please give way! We caught a suspicious person and we need to listen to the leader's instructions!" Yuexing heard the noise coming from behind.
"Who dares to break into the venue at this time?" Subaru asked in surprise.
The suspicious person was brought to the throne room. In front of the stunned Ang, four guards restrained and dragged a person by his hands and feet, a familiar bald old man. There was Lord Roma himself who should not be here.
"Master Rom! Why are you here! You, you, you...that person, let him go!" Felt ran towards Master Rom, but was separated by the knight.
"Invaders? Then send them to the dungeon of the castle and lock them up first, and then send reinforcements..." the Master Chief said calmly.
"Hey, hey, wait!" Felt said angrily.
"What's wrong, Felt-sama? Do you have any other requests?"
"I told you, let go of Mr. Rom. This is the only thing I ask for."
"——I'm sorry, I can't accept my order."
Faced with Marcos's harsh rejection, Felute had veins on his head.
"Captain, is this language explanation a bit insufficient..."
"Be still, Reinhardt. I can understand the idea of insisting on the intention of the lord who decided to offer the sword, but this is only true if the person you regard as the lord has the intention to accept the sword for the first time."
To Reinhardt who wanted to mediate and spoke out, the Master Chief retorted with an argument.
"Putting aside the proceedings of the public election, Lord Felot personally announced his intention not to participate in the king's election. Giving up this qualification means giving up the power to order our knights present - but
Do you understand?" the Master Chief said seriously.
After hearing his words, Felute looked anxious and scratched her blond hair roughly.
"It sounds too troublesome, so to sum it up simply, in other words, if I don't participate in the King's Selection, you won't listen to me, right?"
"——That's the bottom line."
"Oh, that's it. I know, I know... I'm really irritating you."
Felt's cat-like eyes glared ferociously at the Master Chief. The Master Chief accepted the look that contained almost murderous intent with his usual expression.
"——Just do it, King's Chosen. As long as the target is straight, then it's okay to be King's Chosen, right?"
Hearing the speech made with a smile showing double tiger teeth, everyone in Hiroma was violently shocked.
"Let's put the old man aside first and listen to what this little girl thinks." Youmeng, who was watching the whole process, said.
"Yes, sir." The Master Chief waved his hand, and the knights released their hands holding Lord Rom.