I just hope to live a leisurely life in the world of anime.

Roswaal's thoughtless remarks made Subaru Natsuki even more anxious. He glanced at Anshu, who was flirting with his maid on the platform, and suddenly felt that he could only rely on himself to help Emilia succeed.

Suddenly he felt immense pressure!

Fortunately, Emilia's voice gave him a moment of respite.

"It's a pleasure to meet you all from the Sages' Guild. My name is Emilia. I don't have a family name, so please just call me Emilia."

A silvery voice rang out, etching the name equally into everyone's heart.

His voice didn't tremble, his gaze remained unwavering, and the tension from before had completely vanished.

Emilia, who introduced herself in front of the Sages, was in no way inferior to Crusch, who had just spoken!

"Then, I, the unworthy Lord Roswaal L. Mezas, will be the recommender for Lady Emilia. Thank you to the members of the Sages' Council for giving us time."

"Well, the recommender wasn't a Royal Guard Knight, but you, a court mage. Could you explain the details?"

McCrotoff stroked his white beard and gave instructions, looking at Emilia with a hint of sympathy as he continued, "Candidate Emilia, please introduce her birth as well."

“Understood!” Roswaal nodded, unusually serious.

"Although I think everyone is already aware of this, I'll start by talking about Lady Emilia's birth."

Beautiful long silver hair, translucent white skin, captivating blue-purple eyes, and a silvery voice that can never be forgotten, even in dreams, once heard.

So many demonic appearances, just as everyone knows, prove that Lady Emilia inherited the blood of a fairy.

"But she's also half human, so she's a half-demon, right?"

After a period of silence, Bordeaux interrupted Roswaal's explanation once again!

###Chapter 193 The Traitor Appears###

“You must know, Count Mezas! Just her appearance and birth alone are enough to make countless people tremble. How could someone like that even dare to dream of ascending the throne?”

It's simply unbelievable!

If we were to make him king, other countries and their people would only think we're crazy!

Bordeaux pounded the table excitedly, completely abandoning any semblance of his status as a member of the Wise Men, and spoke with great enthusiasm.

He paused, seemingly a little thirsty, or perhaps gathering his thoughts, before continuing, "Not to mention, this is the Dragon-Protecting Kingdom of Lugnica—the land where the witch sleeps!"

However, while he was talking enthusiastically and sweating profusely, An Shu didn't seem to be listening to much of what he was saying.

An Shu just ate to pass the time, since there was nothing else to do. Apart from secretly and secretly pinching her little Rem a couple of times under the table, she didn't do anything else.

With so many people around, he didn't want his little maid to lose face in public.

Unlike An Shu, Rem in his arms was the first to stand up for Emilia, not even noticing where An Shu's hand was holding her in place.

"That's too much! Master..."

"What's wrong?" An Shu replied casually.

"Miss Emilia hasn't said anything yet! This is outrageous!"

The little maid nestled in An Shu's arms, pouting in dissatisfaction, and muttered again.

"Well, that's true, but we'll have to wait a bit longer, Parker hasn't come on yet!"

An Shu smacked her lips, as if savoring the food she had just eaten, then pressed her face against the little maid's head and gently stroked her back.

"Speaking of which, wasn't Remlin never really fond of Emilia because of her appearance?"

"Hmm, Rem isn't bad! Miss Emilia is also very pitiful! And she's very gentle, and she doesn't have any witch aura!"

"Well, let's keep watching. It seems like Roswaal is about to start..."

As if by unspoken agreement, Roswaal spoke up as soon as An Shu finished speaking.

"Have you finished speaking, Your Excellency Bordeaux?"

"If you mean that I wasted my breath, then I haven't even said a word yet. Do you really understand how serious your actions are, Chief Court Archmage?"

Bordeaux waved his hand forcefully and questioned him, his aggressive demeanor making him irresistibly annoying.

"Of course I understand. I understand that Lord Bordeaux speaks on behalf of the members of the Sages' Council, and I understand the feelings that the people have when they see Lady Emilia."

But faced with the threat from Bordeaux, Roswaal calmly raised one finger.

Roswaal wasn't wrong to say that Bordeaux was representing other elderly people. Even McClotov, who would occasionally speak up for him, probably couldn't shake off his prejudice against Emilia's appearance.

As for those foolish citizens, needless to say, why should Emilia always wear a robe of opinion to cover her beautiful face?

That's because the robe had a barrier set up by Roswaal himself to prevent the warlock from recognizing the enemy; the reason for setting it up is self-evident.

"But—have you forgotten that the part that Lord Bordeaux considers problematic is not entirely unrelated to this royal selection—is it?"

……

The air fell silent.

How can there be no relationship?

Inside the lobby, apart from the few people who drafted the plan, no one else could guess Roswaal's thought process.

"...What do you mean by that?"

Bordeaux asked the question, eager to understand. He was no longer willing to waste any more time on this half-demon and hoped to get rid of her as soon as possible.

"That's incredible. I remember the rules of the royal election: as long as all the candidates are present in form, the election will begin, and once it begins, it can only proceed solemnly."

Roswaal looked up at the Sages and said in a low voice.

Mycroft narrowed his eyes; being an old man, he was the first to realize what was going on!

"Is that what you mean, Lady Emilia? What matters is whether you're a candidate and whether you're present. Whether you're qualified to ascend the throne isn't the issue! Right?"

As soon as McCrotov finished speaking, the civilian officials erupted in uproar again!

Everyone's eyes were filled with surprise and confusion! This included the minister who had initially instigated this 'bloodless war'.

"How is that possible?"

What does Count Mezas mean by that?

"He would probably deny what Lord Myrotov said."

Words like these, or similar phrases, spread from the crowd.

On the high platform, McCrotov stared intently at him, understanding the meaning behind Roswaal's words but not his true intentions.

Among the entourage, Subaru Natsuki's face was ashen; he couldn't believe that Roswaal had such thoughts.

Looking at Emilia's lonely and helpless figure from behind, Subaru Natsuki felt a pang of heartache.

Please say something!

He began to place his hopes on An Shu, but he was destined to be disappointed. An Shu was affectionately rubbing against her maid above, completely ignoring the scene below.

The effect seemed surprisingly good. Roswaal sneered, then quickly changed his expression, raised his hand and clenched his fist, indicating that he hadn't finished speaking.

"Please be quiet, everyone. Yes, Lord Myrotov is right!"

"Wouldn't it be fine if we just treated Lady Emilia as a participant in the formalities?"

"But I believe Lady Emilia has also put in a lot of effort for this royal selection, and it's all been in vain!"

McCrotov asked again, his gaze toward Emilia shifting from sympathy to pity.

Does it matter?

Roswaal retorted with a question, and even started picking his ear.

One stone caused a thousand waves!

This time, everyone was in an uproar! No one knew that Roswaal would stab Emilia in the heart at such a crucial moment!

Even Bordeaux, which had been the loudest in its clamor, was stunned.

Unforgivable! Unforgivable!

As a supporter of Emilia Carbon, this man! Knowing all the effort Emilia Carbon has put in! How could he say such a thing!

This is far more impactful than any other form of verbal abuse!

"Are you kidding me!"

Emilia's figure began to sway precariously, but at the same time, a roar resounded throughout the hall, instantly silencing everyone.

###Chapter 194 The Fool’s Howl###

(' the fat is in the fire!

This was Subaru Natsuki's first thought after he roared.

His face was flushed, and he was breathing heavily in the now silent space.

It was clear that the sound just now was made with considerable force.

But he can't back down now. Anyone else can, but he, Natsuki Subaru, can't!

Natsuki Subaru swallowed hard, forcing himself to stop his legs from trembling, and stepped forward to shield Emilia behind him.

"Oh my, what audacity! It seems that I, as your master, am not usually very authoritative?"

"I'll give you a chance. Quickly apologize to everyone, and then—leave. This isn't a place for someone of your status to—interrupt!"

Faced with this sudden turn of events, Roswaal forced himself to appear surprised. He turned around, his coldness concealing a deep smile that went unnoticed by anyone.

"I've already stated my opinion, what a joke! And I also want to say that you're the ones who should apologize!"

Natsuki Subaru endured his fear, feeling as if he were being slowly tortured by the sharp gazes of the crowd!

But he still didn't give up. Instead, he stomped his foot hard, pointed at Bordeaux who had been talking the loudest, and continued to shout.

This caught most of the people present off guard; they were intimidated by Subaru Natsuki's inexplicable aura.

"What's even more astonishing is that they're risking their lives!"

It was Roswaal speaking again, and he still had a smile on his face, but his demeanor had changed drastically!

Gone was his former frivolity; now, he was enveloped in a sinister aura that sent shivers down the spines of onlookers—the result of immense magical fluctuations.