The proud Priscilla who originally stood next to Curxiu looked at everyone present after hearing these words. She knew that she was the one who should speak this time, but...
"Although I don't intend to speak at all, I just want to cooperate with you a little, let the old bones over there know my power, and then choose to obey me, right? It's extremely simple."
After saying this, she took out a fan from between her breasts, opened it with a snap, covered her mouth and smiled softly. That smile was completely inconsistent with her pitiful appearance, it was a sadistic smile like a poisonous woman.
"The Bloody Bride is very scary."
Like boiling hatred, a very annoying sentence passed through the hall. After Crusch's explosive speech, the current atmosphere could not be called stable at all. But under such circumstances, using that whisper as an opportunity, the solemn air
Beginning to fill the hall, the prologue of the King's Selection has just begun.
"This is really boring. It also has tasteless scolding. After I get used to it, I can't even sing it as a lullaby."
Priscilla felt bored from the bottom of her heart, and she did not hesitate to speak out to break the bad atmosphere that dominated the hall. Judging from the previous reactions, the shocking title "Blood Bride" should be close to insults and contempt. Priscilla herself was not at all
I don't mind, but I don't deny it either.
"I have cared about it before, Baliel... Could it be that you belong to His Highness Lepu Baliel?"
It was Mycolotov who questioned Priscilla's speech.
"Well, so I haven't seen His Highness Leip, what's wrong with him?"
Another person present, Rickert, also asked this question at this time.
"If you ask that lecherous old man, he quickly became demented and disabled half a year ago. He couldn't even distinguish between dreams and reality, and he just died suddenly a few days ago."
Subaru Natsuki said unceremoniously words that were incredible. As an ordinary girl from modern society, she had no idea that Priscilla could say such incredible words.
"Are you talking about His Highness Lepp? Well, in that case, what is the relationship between His Highness Lepp and Lady Priscilla?"
Rickert, who had been targeting the King Selectors since the beginning, once again asked a question.
"To me, I think he is my dead husband, because I haven't even touched him with my fingers, so really only my name matters."
Facing the surprised Mylotov, Priscilla told the story of her partner's death in a boring way.
"Princess, no matter what, that kind of statement is too pathetic, isn't it?"
Adibalan on the side opened his mouth to persuade Priscilla as if he couldn't stand it.
"It's a meaningless death, a worthless life. The only meaning of living for that old bone is to transfer everything you have accumulated to me, so the Vallier family belongs to me."
Turning a deaf ear to Al's speech, Priscilla looked around, as if asking who else wanted to complain. Her sight made the dissatisfaction in the venue rise, but in fact no one dared to speak out. Even Kuer had just tried hard to defend himself.
Rickert, who is a cultivator, does not have the courage to engage in verbal arguments with people he cannot explain.
"Well, I understand the situation. Your Highness Lepp has been my friend for many years. I didn't expect to hear the news of his death here... Lady Priscilla's words are very reasonable, and your assertion is indeed correct."
Although Myrotov talked about being friends for many years, he still stated his judgment very fairly and seriously.
"of course."
Priscilla acted as if this kind of thing was a matter of course. No, this kind of thing was already inevitable for Priscilla.
"I would like to ask for more details, but where is your highness the knight over there?"
Facing Priscilla who nodded proudly, Mycrotov turned the topic to the entourage beside her this time.
"Ah hoo... ah, me?"
Ah responded with an obvious yawning sound, which successfully aroused the disgust of the people around him. The master and servant were simply competing to see who could raise the temperature in the room more.
"Yes, it's you. Your clothes are very strange, and you're also wearing a face that I haven't seen in the Knights of the Guards... a helmet."
Mycrotov seemed not to notice the strangeness of the master and servant at all. This mentality also made Subaru Natsuki feel incredible, but after thinking about it, she felt that it was understandable. After all, there was no such thing. If you hold the king's election meeting with a different mentality, you will 100% be intimidated or exasperated by these strange king's electors and knights.
"Oh, you know? This helmet is made by Flakia in the south. It's hard to take it out, but this helmet is strong and durable, and it looks very handsome, so I like to use it."
In this situation, Ah nonchalantly started to introduce her helmet, which made other people look at her strangely.
"From the Flakia Empire...so, you are not affiliated with the Knights of the Guards?"
Mycolotov thought about it for a while and got the answer.
"I have severed ties with Flakia and am now a wandering vagabond. Please just call me Ah. Although I know that some people seem to be dissatisfied with me for not showing my face...but please forgive me."
Al, who had been repeating his rude remarks, collected the accusing glances from the audience. Al, who concentrated their gazes on him, reached into the helmet near his neck with his only remaining hand, and gently lifted it up.
"Woo!"
The corner of Al's mouth could be seen through the gap in the helmet, but everyone couldn't help but let out a cry. It's no wonder. After all, the parts of the face that can be seen are all overlapped with burns, lacerations and other old scars. It's no exaggeration, those serious ones The scars are a hundred times as numerous as Subaru's.
"You see, my whole face is terrible. If you can allow me to hide my face and interact with everyone, I would be very grateful."
He didn't think there was anything wrong with his wounds at all and continued his speech, but he still put on his helmet properly.
"Please allow me to ask you a question... I came from Flakia and received such a serious injury. Could it be that you were once a sword slave?"
At this time, Marcus asked A his own question. Because his question pointed directly at A's identity, everyone present looked at A and waited for her answer.
"Hey, as expected of the leader of the Knights, I really know the dark side of that secretive empire. I was indeed a sword slave and a veteran with more than ten years of experience."
The noise once again spread in the hall, and several knights repeated the word "sword slave" in their mouths. According to the literal meaning, it should be "sword-wielding slave".
"You've been in a place where fighting was entertainment, is that what you mean?"
Natsuki Subaru asked a little bit incredulously. She still had a good impression of this cheerful knight.
"That's it. Alas, it was an oversight in my youth. That's why my arm was broken."
Al, who was pretending to be stupid, didn't look energetic at all when he talked about the tragic past. On the contrary, the attendees who had just looked at him with reproachful eyes were speechless. However, the one who felt the greater impact than those people was Subaru Natsuki.
Personally, because just when Ah came on stage, Kazami Yumeng told her Ah’s identity, and it was this [fellow time traveler] identity that made Natsuki Subaru speechless.
】 Subaru Natsuki, who has died several times, also has many wounds on her body. Her current appearance can definitely be regarded as a possibility for Subaru Natsuki's future.
"Well, from the Flakia Empire... So, for what reason do you side with Lady Priscilla?"
Questions like this are just to verify whether there is any possibility of harming the country.
"It's nothing, it's just the result of being teased by me. Just as it is God's will for me to become a king, it will be the same for anyone to serve as a follower. Therefore, I choose according to my preference. As the object of teasing, this woman makes me find it very interesting.
"
Priscilla spoke for her servant at this time.
"So, how did you choose him?"
However, Myrotov still clung to A's identity.
"What? Just think about it. To become my follower, you have to be appreciated by me. As a condition, gather guys who are confident in their abilities in my territory and let them compete. This is a good sideshow.
.”
After responding to Mycolotov in this way, Priscilla squinted at Al with a meaningful look.
"Well, that's it. In other words, he is the winner of that competition..."
Normally this would be the choice, but Priscilla is obviously not a normal person.
"No, I didn't win? Life is not that simple when the guy with only one hand stands out from the guys who are proud of their strength. The last four people are left through the victory and promotion, and then rely on luck to get ahead.
"
What Al interrupted was beyond imagination, and even Mycolotov looked surprised.
"What? Then why did Lady Priscilla choose him as a follower...?"
Everyone present was a little confused about Priscilla's thoughts.
"I've already told you, right? It's just a matter of choosing someone to appreciate."
Priscilla puffed up her chest and slapped Al on the back next to her. A monotonous cracking sound sounded, causing Al to scream, 'Ah!'
"Under the appeal of being proud of their abilities, the people gathered were originally a mob with overconfidence, but as long as they were exposed to curious eyes, their weirdness could not be disguised. Among them, bragging about escaping from Flakia,
This strange woman is the only one living in my hometown across from [Great Falls]."
Priscilla's smile deepened, her red eyes began to shine with bright joy, her speaking speed became faster, and after gathering everyone's attention, Priscilla kicked the ground hard and made a high-pitched sound.
"Therefore, I have chosen Al as my follower. I will choose Al, and I will walk on the road to becoming a king, all to glorify my God's will! Only things that are beneficial to me will happen in this world, so only I can
I am suitable to be a king, no, I will not hold other positions, you only need to kowtow and obey."
The shocking statement made everyone present speechless. Among them, the only one who could maintain a normal mind was the woman who regarded the girl as her master.
"Princess, what rewards can I get from following you?"
Ah asked such a question as if he was performing something.
"It's very simple. Following me is equivalent to standing on the side of the winner. I allow the obedient to get what he wants just by asking, and vice versa. That's all."
Priscilla, who lifted up her orange hair and boldly let it fly in the air, turned back leisurely. After saying what she needed to say and showing her attitude, she turned her back to the sage on the stage and returned to the center, following his back.
Before going back, the attendant looked up at the platform.
"Although it's a very different statement, what my princess said is correct. But if you surrender to the princess, as long as you don't go against the princess's will, you will definitely get rewards, because it was God who chose Priscilla. Grandpa... Oh, yes.
The territory of the late Lap's family is recovering rapidly, you should know this, right?"
Al asked Marcus a meaningful question.
"We have confirmed in this regard that after the death of Her Royal Highness Lepubariel, the internal affairs of the territory were carried out by Lady Priscilla... and it created unprecedented prosperity."
Marcus also spoke at this time to confirm this fact. However, when others heard this and changed their minds, Ah's speech once again made everyone present incomprehensible.
"On the surface, she is very arrogant, but she will fight for others... Don't misunderstand that. The princess's greatness is that her guessing skills are genius level. This is the only thing that reaches the pinnacle! Okay, you can join the princess's sect whenever you like.
, but I think the opportunity is rare, so it’s better to be on the winner’s side as soon as possible.”
The master and the servant were inexplicably confident, as if they had forgotten their modesty in their mother's womb. After Priscilla returned to the ranks of candidates, the tense atmosphere naturally relaxed.
"I'm extremely proud, but it doesn't matter if I have such protection."
Regarding Priscilla's speech, Kazami Yumeng made this evaluation.
"Then it's the next person's turn. Lady Anastasia and Knight Yurius Euclius, please come to the front!"