The Nerve Center of the Entire Kingdom

The sound of high heels clicking on the ground echoed clearly in the extremely solemn and sacred corridor, adding a touch of elegance to the surrounding solemn atmosphere.

Priscilla walked ahead with her head held high, accompanied by Al, who was dressed in a peculiar outfit, heading towards the end of what seemed like an endless corridor.

He was surrounded by fully armed guards.

Clad in armor and wielding spears, they stood there like statues, not moving an inch, a testament to their disciplined training.

All the guards' eyes were fixed on Priscilla, as if Priscilla were the only focus of the entire scene, completely ignoring Al was beside her.

Naturally, they also ignored Fang Li, who was walking on the other Fang Li.

Compared to Priscilla, who walked with her head held high and chest out, and Al, who looked relaxed, Fang Li was simply walking.

It showed no personality whatsoever, nor did it look around aimlessly; it simply seemed somewhat uninterested.

After all, Fang Li had never intended to come here.

"You clearly didn't plan to come here, yet you still obediently followed me?"

Priscilla didn't turn around; she simply covered the lower half of her face with her Lace Fan and smiled, the meaning of which was unclear.

"Although that is my wish, and the world will surely grant my wish, I thought you would struggle a little."

Upon hearing this, Fang Li didn't even glance at Priscilla, and simply said this.

"Putting aside your reasons, even if I leave now, I'll probably come back here again for various reasons later, right?"

Fang Li said somewhat silently, "After all, the signs that someone wants me here are so obvious that we don't even have the energy to guess."

For example, the person who gave Priscilla the information that Fang Li was investigating the Witch Cult.

"So, you're just going to abandon this pointless action and just walk straight through whatever traps lie ahead?" Priscilla said sarcastically. "I don't know whether to say you're incredibly brave or extremely confident."

"No, no, no," Al interjected at this moment, speaking in a light tone, "When it comes to boldness and confidence, no one can compare to you, Princess. In that respect, this brother is indeed very suitable to be your husband."

"You're not wrong," Priscilla said in agreement. "If he's just an ordinary man who only fears the unknown fate ahead, then even if he becomes my husband, he'll just be the eighth unlucky one."

These words, spoken by the rumored "Blood-Colored Bride," are so realistic it's hard to believe.

"So, bro..." Al leaned closer to Fang Li, nudged him in the Fang Li with his elbow, and said teasingly, "You didn't refuse because you were afraid of being cursed to death by the princess, did you?"

Fang Li glanced at Al and said, "If you really have the ability to make me feel the fear of death."

Such emotionless words silenced Al on the spot.

Even Priscilla seemed to have sensed something through her amazing intuition. She didn't turn around, but just kept wearing an unfathomable smile.

Before long, the group finally saw the end of the corridor.

There stood a magnificent double gate.

A man was guarding the gate.

"I've been waiting for you, Lady Priscilla."

The other person bowed to Priscilla in greeting.

He was a middle-aged man around forty years old, fully armed but without a helmet, whose demeanor was clearly different from that of ordinary guards.

The attitude should be neither humble nor arrogant.

Clearly, this person is not a guard, but a knight.

Moreover, they were Royal Guard Knight directly under the royal family.

Facing this Royal Guard Knight, Priscilla merely uttered a single arrogant remark.

"Open the door."

Upon hearing this, the other party did not comply, but instead turned their gaze to Fang Li and Al respectively.

Immediately, the other party asked a question.

"Are these two Lady Priscilla's knights?"

This is how Priscilla answered the question.

"Only the Jester over there is my knight, and the other one is my future husband."

"Husband?" The other person was completely taken aback.

"That's right, husband," Priscilla said matter-of-factly. "The husband of the future king of this country cannot allow you to say that he cannot enter."

Fang Li's arrogant and willful attitude caused the Fang Li party to frown and subtly scrutinize him.

However, since Fang Li was too lazy to even pay attention to Priscilla, he naturally wouldn't bother with the Royal Guard Knight in front of him.

So the other party responded in agreement.

"Please come in."

As soon as he finished speaking, the door slowly opened.

What unfolded before Fang Li was a hall that perfectly matched the word "palace".

The floor was covered with a red carpet.

The walls were decorated in a magnificent and dazzling manner.

Luxurious chandeliers hang from the towering ceiling.

At first glance, it looks just like a dance hall at a cabaret party.

The difference is that at the very back of this hall there is a raised platform with steps.

On the high platform, there are seats.

At the very center of these seats, in the deepest part of the hall, there is a distinctly extraordinary location.

That was the throne with a wall behind it decorated with dragon motifs.

Therefore, this is the audience hall of the royal city.

The hall where one is to meet the king.

When Fang Li walked into the hall, almost everyone turned their attention to him.

Inside the hall, there were already many people.

With the exception of a few individuals, these people are basically divided into two factions.

One group consisted of people dressed in white uniforms with Knight Sword at their waists.

These people are the knights of the Royal Guard Knights.

Another group consisted of people dressed in formal attire, who appeared to be nobles.

Military officers, primarily knights.

Civil officials were mainly composed of nobles.

The people here are the central figures of the Dragon-Affiliated Kingdom of Lugnica, who constitute the highest echelons of the entire kingdom.

In other words, at this moment, all the high-ranking officials and dignitaries of the entire Dragon-Affiliated Kingdom of Lugnica were present.

If we're talking about what's obvious and self-evident, then it is.

Because today is the meeting to announce the start of the Royal Selection.

As you can see, at the very back of the hall, in front of the high platform, all the key figures of this meeting have arrived.

There were nobles dressed in military uniforms inside.

There were girls dressed in casual clothes inside.

There were maids dressed in formal dresses inside.

There were also Half-Elf dressed in white robes in there.

"Fang Li?"

As Fang Li slowly walked in from outside, the silver-haired Half-Elf couldn't help but cover his mouth with one hand, his pair of purple-pink eyes filled with astonishment and unease.

It Emilia.