The legend of the Crimson Demon clan started from Suqing.

Chapter 237: Pulling the bubble
He was wearing dirty clothes that looked like rags, had dull blond hair and fierce eyes, and his first reaction when facing strangers was to show his non-threatening little fangs.

Invisible spikes are all over her body, as if she is rejecting the whole world. Rather than being stubborn, the word "smart" is more suitable for this stubborn girl from the slums.

“I’m so touched that Firut has become so outstanding.”

"Yes, yes, I feel the same way."

Outside the gate.

Zun Zun and Rom had tears in their eyes. They were like old fathers who had hoped their son would become successful and finally realized their wish. They movedly sent Firut into the palace lobby on the top floor.

Grandpa Rom wiped the corners of his eyes.

"When you get old, you just love to cry. It's really embarrassing."

"Yeah yeah."

“…Why are you crying, little brat? You are not old, and you don’t have a deep relationship with Felt.”

“Because I’m deeply moved. I’ve seen Rom-sama’s long-cherished wish and Felt’s efforts over the past few days. That’s wonderful, Rom-sama.”

Zun Zun also wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes.

Ah, finally…finally I can go home. This time has been so long. If Reinhard hadn’t insisted on Felt participating in the royal election, he would have returned to "Suqing" long ago.

After that, he just had to wait for Firut to agree to participate in the royal election, and after the ceremony officially began, he could leave with peace of mind.

“You seem to care about Felt, little brat.”

“To be honest, I’m probably the person in this world who most wants Felt to be safe and sound while participating in the royal election.”

"...More than I am looking forward to it?"

"I'm looking forward to it more than Master Rom."

Zun Zun said this very seriously, and the giant Lao Deng looked at him deeply with a strange look in his eyes.

"Rather than this, let's hear what's going on inside!"

"oh oh……!"

The two men raised their buttocks high and lay on the palace gate with a lewd look on their faces, trying to hear the conversation inside through the gate.

Because they were not allowed to enter without being summoned, they could only wait outside, which made him a little angry. However, considering that he might not be involved in the future, he did not care.

However, the two men's actions made the guards guarding the gate feel embarrassed.

"Um... My Lords, isn't this a bit..."

"A bit indecent?"

The guards tried their best to use words that would not anger them, but because the two were present with Reinhard, and given the loud declaration of the fifth candidate for the King of Chosen just now in the palace hall, they really didn't dare to do anything excessive.

“Shh—”

"Keep your voice down, I can't hear you."

Zun Zun and Rom glared at them with dissatisfaction. Seeing the guards at a loss, they stuck their butts higher and put their ears closer, eavesdropping on the conversation inside with peace of mind.

“—Reinhardt, what the hell is going on? I’ve reached the limit of my patience!”

What reached my ears was Felt’s yelling.

Zun Zun, who knew her true nature, was well aware that the red-eyed and blonde girl was using this method to cover up her nervousness. After all, there were many dignitaries in the palace lobby, and no matter how thick-skinned a little girl from the slums was, she would still feel uneasy.

"Don't you like this dress? It suits you very well."

"Who's talking to you about clothes?! I hate it when you bring me to a place like this just for no reason! Why do you do this? Aren't you embarrassed?"

"This is for the prosperity of the kingdom."

Reinhardt concluded without hesitation.

After seeing this scene, Natsuki Subaru finally recovered from his shock and sighed, "I thought I had completely changed, but luckily it's only my appearance. That's great - it turns out that the nature of human beings will never change. I'm not the only one like this!"

"Humph, a boring person has entered this hall."

Priscilla fanned herself.

Despite saying so, an amusement emerged in her red eyes. It was not that she was flustered by Felt’s arrival, but rather that she had a sense of superiority as she stood at the pinnacle of absolute advantage and looked down upon the place.

On the other hand, Emilia was a little surprised. She didn't expect that the relationship between the two would evolve from competing for the badge to competing for the throne.

The knights and nobles present, including the other candidates, also expressed surprise, but none of them were pleased with Felt’s rude behavior.

The above reactions of the crowd were inferred by Zun Zun from Feruto's extremely dissatisfied gasps.

However, she still greeted Emilia, Natsuki Subaru, and even Priscilla. Although she was very polite, Felt could not change her prickly nature, so her behavior was very rude.

But the three of them, including Priscilla, did not resist and accepted the greeting, which surprised Al, who thought she would be angry and scratched his helmet.

“Master Felt, it is nice to renew friendship with old friends, but please come here.”

A deep and magnetic male voice came.

This person was none other than Marcus, the leader of the Kingdom’s Knights. His serious expression made Firut frown, and she reluctantly returned to the front.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I'd like to say this is a ladylike gesture, but please hold this. Please be careful."

Reinhardt stepped forward, took out the Dragon Badge from his bosom, and placed it on her palm. The gem in her palm immediately glowed.

Felt looked at the emblem worth 20 gold coins and sighed subconsciously: "When I stole it, I thought this stone was really strange. Why does it glow?"

"Stolen?" Marcos was quite sensitive to this word.

Reinhardt immediately replied perfunctorily, "That's because Lord Felt has been deemed worthy by the dragon."

"That's right. The Dragon Ball has indeed recognized Lady Felt as a miko. Now that the dragon has approved her participation, the royal election can be considered to have truly begun."

After Marcus finished speaking, he put his hands on his chest and bowed, and all the guards followed suit.

It was a day that could be said to have gone down in history, and it was indeed a grand occasion that could not be missed. Everyone present should have felt deeply moved… However, even the Lord outside the gate could sense the strange atmosphere in the palace.

At this time-

"Excuse me, could you please say something?"

A man walked out of the civil service group. He was a middle-aged man with a hunched back and dark circles under his eyes. When everyone's attention focused on him, he slowly spoke:

"In this ceremony of electing the king, the efforts of the Knights of the Kingdom, led by the Royal Guards, are beyond reproach. However... although they are following the situation revealed by the Dragon Calendar Stone, is there something wrong with the selection of personnel?"

"……what do you mean?"

"Everyone is too focused on the qualifications of the Dragon Priestess, but forgets that the qualifications to wear the crown are the key. This aspect has been neglected!"

——Tsk!

There was an undisguised gasp of astonishment in Zun Zun's ears.

It's Rom.

Although the giant elder Dengchang looks rough, he is a thoughtful person and can tell from here that someone is trying to make things difficult for Firut.

Because it was chosen by the Dragon Calendar Stone, there is no need to worry that Firut will not be able to participate in the royal election. However, if Firut himself refuses to participate in the royal election... Master Rom, who knows his true nature, feels a sense of crisis.

After pausing for just a moment.

“Ah, it hurts, it hurts—”

"...Mr. Rom?"

"Sorry, Zun Zun, I seem to have a stomach upset this morning and urgently need to go to the bathroom. You stay here and keep an eye on me. I'll be back soon!"

Rom-san looked embarrassed, holding his stomach and even letting out a smelly fart. The guards covered their noses and dared not say anything.

Zun Zun just wants to say about this——

You liar! ?
He had prepared breakfast himself, so let alone a stomachache, the food wasn't even enough to fill his stomach! Besides, if there was something wrong with the food, why didn't Firut get a stomachache?
Of course, he wouldn't be so stupid as to expose this lie that couldn't be more false.

Waved his hand.

"Go quickly, go quickly."

"Oh, I'll go first."

Uncle Rom tiptoed towards the passage with his buttocks tucked under his feet. He didn't even ask the guards where the toilet was.

"——Lord Rom!"

"what happened?"

The giant Lao Deng turned his head and looked at Zun Zun who gave him a thumbs up with a puzzled look.

"It must be a big one!"

“…Isn’t that natural?”

Uncle Rom smiled obscenely and walked out again with his buttocks clamped together. This time he asked about the location of the toilet, and the guards pointed him in the direction with disgust.

Zun Zun didn't care.

Uncle Rom would never get lost in the palace, and he even knew the location of the tunnel clearly, so Zun Zun once again stuck his butt out and lay on the door to eavesdrop.

The palace lobby now became a vegetable market.

The civil service group was quite dissatisfied with Firut becoming a candidate for the royal election, while the Royal Guards believed that the other party was making things difficult for them, so the two sides quarreled.

He was even more shocked when he learned that Firut was a street kid from the slums, but for some reason, Roswaal actually dragged Emilia, the silver-haired half-elf, into the vortex.

It seemed that he wanted to stand up for Emilia, but Zun Zun felt that he was trying to muddy the waters.

The evidence was that Roswaal's words had caused a strong backlash from the civil service. After all, compared to a slum vagrant, the idea of a silver-haired half-elf becoming a candidate for the royal election was far more unbearable.

But after Reinhard explained that Firut was an orphan of the royal family and bet the dragon sword as proof, everyone fell silent.

Even the civil servants who made things difficult at the beginning.

The Sword Saint Family... No, just Reinhard's opinion was something everyone had to consider. Whether it was his talent, martial arts, appearance or intelligence, he was an extraordinary existence.

"He actually gambled his sword. Although he's known as the modern sword master, he's quite a lunatic."

Gan Bai loses.

The civil servant who was making trouble was speechless and stared at Firut, who had caused the topic.

"Putting aside your qualifications as a miko, you come from a slum background... and may even be descended from a lost royal family. The suffering you're about to face is beyond imagination. Are you prepared?"

The words, like a test, were a ritual, a way of saying goodbye to her own discontent with her own answer. Only with Felt’s clear answer would this conversation end.

That's right, just say that.

However, the slum vagrant only revealed his eccentric character at this time.

"What nonsense are you talking about? Uncle, I never said I wanted to be king!"

(End of this chapter)