Reinhard moved quickly. Before long, Fang Zheng and Emilia were informed that the Royal Selection meeting would be held in two days, with all the candidates attending. At the meeting, Reinhard would announce that all the Royal Selection candidates had been gathered and that the selection could begin.
"So what you need to do is explain your identity clearly and state that you won't be participating in the Royal Selection. I don't think that should be difficult for you."
Standing in the waiting room, Fang Zheng looked at Emilia beside him as he spoke. Emilia, meanwhile, looked rather nervous and uneasy.
"Do you know what you should say?"
"I... I do."
"I hope you really do."
Fang Zheng stared at Emilia, and she uneasily shifted her gaze away, like a child who dared not look at their parents.
"I can roughly guess what you're thinking, but Emilia, let me remind you: being overly kind is the same as being weak. You know what will happen after you go in. You'll become the target of everyone in that hall. They'll point at you and call you a Half-elf, a witch, or whatever else. So what will you do?"
"I... I won't say anything. After all, I really do look a lot like the Witch of Envy, and I am a Half-elf..."
As she said that, Emilia's expression grew even more dejected. Fang Zheng reached out and gave her a hard knock on the head.
"Open your eyes and look carefully! Are you? Tell me now, did you try to destroy the world four hundred years ago?"
"..."
Emilia shook her head desperately. Four hundred years ago, she probably had not even been born yet!
"Then that settles it. There are always people in this world who look alike. Look at Ram