Truly Unpleasant

At this point, there's no need to even guess anymore.

The Fang Li to come here and get involved in the Royal Selection, and who went so far as to reveal to Priscilla that Fang Li was investigating the Witch Cult and used Priscilla to lead Fang Li here, was Roswaal.

Fang Li had already harbored some suspicions about Roswaal before.

Because of various signs.

From the very beginning, Roswaal recognized Fang Li's talent and hoped to bring Fang Li under his command.

Unfortunately, Fang Li has never agreed.

However, that does not mean that Roswaal has given up.

Now, Roswaal has dragged Emilia 'Fang Li camp in this way.

Surely the Jester had anticipated this, right?

It was anticipated that Fang Li would not choose to refute in this situation.

Because if that were the case, Emilia status was already precarious, would certainly face criticism.

Fang Li could ignore Roswaal's feelings, but he couldn't ignore Emilia's feelings.

In other words, the Jester outsmarted Fang Li.

Therefore, Fang Li had already guessed this, was not surprised; it was just that his inner guess had been confirmed.

Emilia, however, was somewhat bewildered and had no idea what had happened.

Under these circumstances, Fang Li simply stared at Roswaal, one with a cold gaze, the other with a beaming smile.

"What are you waiting for, Fang Li Liqing?"

Roswaal a seemingly well-intentioned reminder.

"Emilia is waiting for you, isn't she?"

Upon hearing this, Fang Li glanced at Roswaal and, under the watchful eyes of everyone present, slowly stepped forward.

"Fang Li ..." Emilia still seemed a little lost.

However, Fang Li simply shook his head at Emilia and looked at Marcos.

Immediately, Fang Li spoke up.

"First of all, I must clarify one point: I am not a knight."

One sentence caused a huge uproar in the room.

However, Fang Li ignored the reactions of everyone present and made this declaration.

"I do not possess such noble character and great integrity as the knights here who would wield their swords to protect someone."

There's only one thing I know.

That's murder.

The utterly bland declaration sent a chill down everyone's spine, and they all held their breath.

Only the faces of the knights, led by Marcos, gradually became serious.

This includes Reinhard and Julius.

These Royal Guard Knight, with their keen combat instincts, must have already noticed, right?

Fang Li was not joking.

This is someone who has personally created mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Once they realized this, surprise, astonishment, and disbelief began to appear on everyone's faces.

In this situation, the only people who can stand up and refute it without any apparent reason are complete fools who are utterly unable to grasp the implications.

And such fools soon appeared.

"It's absolutely hilarious."

Along with these words, a sarcastic voice rang out from the line of civil officials gathered on the left side of the audience hall.

"Why is it that a feared silver-haired Half-Elf and Killer Demon only knows how to kill can appear here, acting as if they are the heir to the throne and a knight?"

The person who said this was a hunched-over middle-aged man with a face like a catfish—dull and with heavy dark circles under his eyes that indicated an unhealthy appearance—who looked extremely neurotic.

The middle-aged man stepped out from the ranks of civil officials and offered this advice to the members of the Sages seated above.

"My lords, there are indeed some problems with this Royal Selection. If we cannot resolve them, the kingdom is destined to have no future. I think we should reconsider the candidate."

The implication is that there are people here who are unworthy of the throne.

Ironically, some members of the Sages present actually agreed with it.

"I also think we should reconsider the selection process."

"The choice of this person is truly unbelievable."

"Look at all these people!"

"It's one thing for Crusch, who comes from the Carsten Duchy, but the rest of them simply don't have the qualities of a king."

"A merchant from a neighboring country, a widow inheriting her late husband's estate, a little girl from the slums—can such people truly become king?"

"And there are even Half-demon among them."

By the time they finished speaking, everyone's tone and expression were filled with disgust.

All the high-ranking officials focused their attention on Emilia, their eyes filled with unprecedented disgust and rejection.

That was a form of disgust and rejection directed at the silver-haired Half-Elf.

The term "Half-demon" is also a derogatory term used against Half-Elf.

Being addressed with such contempt and surrounded by eyes of disgust and rejection, Emilia simply lowered her head, showing no outward reaction, but her beautiful purple-pink eyes were filled with sorrow.

Meanwhile, the neurotic civil servant continued to make pronouncements.

"Silver hair, and she's Half-Elf —that's the appearance of the legendary ' Witch of Envy,' a symbol of extreme evil. Just seeing her is enough to make one feel utterly defiled. To let her inherit the throne is utterly ridiculous. If she succeeds, the kingdom's destruction is not far off!"

The neurotic civil servants have been stirring things up.

"The people will never want such a vile being to become king. As long as foreign beings know that the kingdom's king is Half-demon, they will not have any intention of establishing friendly relations with us. They may even use this as an excuse to send troops to attack our country!"

"Therefore, this is a symbol of disaster and can absolutely not bring prosperity and flourishing to the kingdom!"

Extremely offensive words echoed throughout the audience hall.

Emilia simply lowered her head and silently endured it.

Until the next second —

"Are you done talking?"

Those words, so utterly bland, caused the atmosphere that had been stirred up to cool down as if it had been thrown into an ice cave.

Everyone stared blankly at the source of the sound.

Emilia, too, stared in astonishment.

There, Fang Li lifted his feet and, under everyone's gaze, walked towards the high platform.

He spoke like this as he walked.

"So you're just empty talkers, aren't you? You can't find a sense of superiority without showing your status, can you?"

"You have noble blood in your veins, yet your words are more despicable than those of people from the slums. Do you think this will mask your fear of the ' Witch of Envy '?"

"It's really unpleasant."

With that, Fang Li walked up to the high platform, stood next to the Dragon Stone, and reached out his hand to place it on the stone.

"Let me shut your stinking mouths!"