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The report is not over yet.

Under persistent questioning from the Speaker of Parliament, Reinhard began to recount the origins of Felt.

The fact that the little girl was a homeless child from the slums and made a living by stealing was naturally impossible to hide. This undoubtedly aroused the resentment of some noble officials, who questioned Reinhard about why he had chosen a homeless child.

As predicted by Kobayashi's reminder, Reinhard countered with the reason that a king (hero) doesn't question origins, while Roswaal also chose to support Felt. After all, Emilia, whom he supported, was a silver-haired half-elf whom others deeply disliked.

However, Ferut quickly overcame her predicament.

Because her identity as a royal descendant was revealed.

Even though everyone was skeptical, after Reinhard swore an oath in the name of the Sword Saint family, the others had no choice but to suppress their doubts.

Hearing the Sword Saint's unwavering answer, the old men on the stage sighed as if giving up, then looked at Felt again and asked in a testing tone:

"Leaving aside your qualifications as a priestess, your slum origins, or whether you survive through theft, and the possibility that you should have lost your royal bloodline, the suffering you will endure is beyond imagination. Do you have the awareness to accept this?"

This is a ritual that guides the little girl to bid farewell to her own dissatisfaction, bringing with her her own answers. Once she expresses her inner thoughts, the dialogue will end.

The intention was good; at least it would bring some support to Ferut.

However, he overestimated Ferut's capriciousness.

"Huh? What are you talking about, old man!" The little girl bared her fangs and shouted angrily, "I never said anything about becoming a king!"

The crowd wavered upon hearing words that differed from their expectations. No one would follow a lord without ambition, meaning that Felt herself had cut off any possibility of other forces joining her.

"I was practically forced to come here! Even when I said I wanted to go back, this guy wouldn't let me. He hid my old clothes and insisted I wear these light, airy outfits. It's not just that I'm annoyed, it's incredibly troublesome! I absolutely cannot accept this!"

Ferut's angry words plunged the palace hall into another awkward silence.

Kobayashi knew that Felt never had any ambitions or aspirations. After all, what could you expect a little girl who just wanted to go to the docks to get more fries to do?

But this is fine.

That's precisely why it's the easiest to control.

From among the candidates who had remained silent until now, Priscilla, with a bored look in her eyes and her arm linked with her broad chest, spoke:

"It's always so tedious, let's stop with the boring stuff, there's no need to go on and on. Although it's just a formality that all five of us need to be there, once we start, any incongruities will naturally disappear. In any case, in the end, only I will be left, and it doesn't matter what happens to the other people."

Many people dislike Priscilla's arrogant and domineering attitude, but it must be said that this is Priscilla's true nature.

Enraged by the arrogant girl's outburst, Felt stormed off the stage, strode up to Priscilla, and glared at her. Despite being shorter, she didn't lose in terms of presence.

The little girl raised her head and said defiantly, "I've been annoyed since just now. If you want to start a fight, I accept!"

"You've held your head too high. I know who I am."

"Huh? I don't want to remember that..."

While the little girl was still yelling, Priscilla raised her fan and swung it away fiercely. Knowing what his princess was about to do, the helmeted hunk Al quickly cried out, "Your Highness, this guy is—"

"Excuse me, Lady Priscilla."

A calm voice reached his ears, and before him appeared the knight Reinhard, who should have been kneeling below the stage. In an instant, he intervened and separated the two arguing individuals.

Behind him, Emilia pulled Felt into her arms as if to protect him, while scolding, "What do you think you're doing in such an important occasion?!"

"--snort!"

The arrogant girl, still holding her fan high, ignored the silver-haired half-elf who was yelling at her, and instead turned her gaze to someone in the mage corps.

Only when everyone was in a safe position did she wave her hand dismissively, as if annoyed. And in a hidden corner unnoticed by anyone, the inconspicuous threads vanished from her body in the blink of an eye.

Priscilla said without any remorse, "I was merely teaching an uneducated female dog what stance is."

"Aren't you going to apologize? You've done something so outrageous, don't you feel even the slightest bit remorse?"

Emilia scolded loudly.

Seeing the excited girl, Priscilla was momentarily stunned, then immediately looked at her with an expression that couldn't help but smile.

"You're quite amusing. You apologize for doing something wrong? Then shouldn't you say, 'I'm so sorry for being born,' you silver-haired half-elf?"

"Uh……!"

Emilia shuddered involuntarily.

For some reason, she felt the malicious gazes around her. Her sharp expression vanished, replaced by a faint pain.

Even so, the girl forced herself to say, "I...I have nothing to do with witches..."

"What's the point of such an excuse? Your appearance is a taboo subject. Even if you keep denying it, they won't believe you, will they?"

The arrogant girl unceremoniously exposed this facade, for fear had already taken root.

Faced with a barrage of barbed words, Emilia, her face pale and her scars exposed, lowered her head in silence.

Subaru Natsuki understood the meaning behind Priscilla's words. But while he understood, he couldn't accept them. Because this had nothing to do with Emilia; a girl who couldn't choose her birth shouldn't be subjected to unwarranted harm.

I can't take it anymore!

However, he was beaten to it once again.

Felt broke free from the silver-haired half-elf girl's embrace, glaring at the arrogant girl before her, and said, "You were trying to attack me, weren't you? I didn't understand a word you said, but I clearly understand that you wanted to attack me. So, I can retaliate, can't I?!"

"You really don't learn your lesson."

When Priscilla noticed the little girl looking at her with an even more uncomfortable gaze, she gripped her fan tighter.

"You seem to be carrying quite a few good things."

Fei, who had learned the art of stealing, and Lu, who only wanted more fries, could no longer contain his desires upon seeing the arrogant girl shimmering with gold.

"As the saying goes, an eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, one of the slum rules is that if you are wronged, you must fight back!"

"Aha?"

Under Priscilla's furrowed brow, the little girl stretched out her wicked right hand.

"Take this! Steal!"

A burst of light suddenly erupted in the palace hall.

Chapter 375 You are all talented people

The skill [Steal] is undoubtedly a god-tier skill.

The learning threshold is low, the activation difficulty is low, but the benefits and returns are high. Ferut recognized this and insisted on learning it.

However, the invincible skill that the little girl had always relied on failed to meet her expectations this time.

The light dissipated.

Under the astonished, puzzled, confused, and disgusted gazes of everyone, Felt opened her small hands, only to find them completely empty, causing her smug smile to freeze instantly on her face.

Failed?

Realizing this, she clenched her fists and shouted angrily, "Hey, Kobayashi! How could this happen! Explain yourself!"

"Has Lady Felt forgotten what I said? When the difference in luck is too great, the skill will fail to activate. I told you that before I even started teaching you."

Kobayashi scratched his head helplessly, not caring that the little girl, who was in a fit of anger, wouldn't call him "teacher."

To be honest, Felt's luck stat is quite high, but it pales in comparison to Priscilla, who has the "Sun's Blessing".

Even Reinhard's luck stat during the day is only on par with Priscilla's, not surpassing hers. So it's predictable that he won't be able to steal it.

The arrogant girl narrowed her eyes and lowered her voice, saying, "Although I don't know what happened, but... Kobayashi, this matter is related to you, isn't it? Very well, I'll remember it."

"Well..."

Although he could still try to argue, the other party wouldn't believe him at all. No matter what he said, it was useless; they had clearly taken their anger out on him.

What did I do to deserve this?

Looking at Xiaolin, who was being glared at by both the tall and short girls, he sighed inwardly that he had offended both sides.

Moreover, Felt's questioning just now not only exposed Kobayashi's identity, but also confirmed that the little girl did indeed start out as a thief, and most importantly, she hadn't succeeded yet.

To maximize losses, you can only say you've lost everything.

At this moment, Al stepped forward, not to support him, but to stop him.

"Your Highness, adding too many enemies is also causing me trouble. I really beg you to stop. Especially since the pressure of opposing the Sword Saint is immense, how about you just apologize?"

"What a joke. As a servant of mine, I should have nothing to fear. So what if he's a sword saint? At most, he's just the strongest on earth. He can hold out for a while..."

"It won't last even a minute."

Having grasped the disparity between the two sides, Al decisively raised both hands in a military salute to the enemy.

After Priscilla's expression froze in surprise at Al's attitude, she abandoned her malice and silently put away her arrogance, a stark contrast to her earlier demeanor.

Kobayashi chuckled to himself as he watched the arrogant girl get her comeuppance.

In fact, let alone a minute, if Reinhard wanted to, he could flatten everyone present in an instant, which is not an exaggeration at all.

After all, he is the world's favorite son, Lai Aotian, who can rival the Witch of Jealousy.

This is undoubtedly one of the reasons why he chose to assist Ferut.

Everyone, including Subaru Natsuki, couldn't hide their surprise and doubt at Al's rational analysis. After all, the man who looked like a wild man was really not related to a wise man, and could only be regarded as the intuition of a beast.

However, at least an argument was avoided.

And so, in the silent palace hall, where a chance to end things was sought, the old men skilled in such scenes began to take over.

"—Everyone, have you calmed down yet? Lady Felt and Lady Emilia, have you both calmed down?"

"Huh? Hmm... I'm fine now, but what about this child..."

"I'm fine! Besides, don't do anything unnecessary. Do I look like a weak little brat who won't say thank you?"

Emilia's good intentions were not accepted, and Felt looked sullen.

Seeing this attitude, Reinhard gave the two a look before returning to the ranks of knights. Emilia and Felt also returned to the ranks of the candidates in low spirits.

Priscilla remained unchanged, with an extremely bored expression, showing no sign of reflection whatsoever.

These little scenes are insignificant.

After the debate was resolved, the old guys on stage made another declaration.

"Now let's continue with our original topic—the War of Succession! Regarding the selection of the king, the candidates should exchange their opinions, and I propose that a council of wise men be established here!"