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

"is it?"

"An Shujun, you already knew?"

"That's it."

"..."

Silence fell again. Roswaal stared at the steam rising from the tea, feeling somewhat helpless. Why did he always manage to keep the conversation so deadlocked?

It's made it so I can't even speak up!

"An Shujun, in this royal selection, who do you think will win: the Karlsten family behind Miss Crusch, the Hexin Merchant Guild behind Miss Anastasia, the Arestia family, the forces to which Miss Priscilla belongs, and my own lineup?"

"Wasn't your royal selection this time based on the candidates' contributions and prestige among the common people, with the final selection made by the Academy of Wise Men?"

"In the evaluation of the Wise Men Academy, the power behind them will also be given priority!"

"Really?" An Shu nodded, seemingly lost in thought. "So you've come to persuade me to support you?"

“An Shujun…” Roswaal gave a wry smile, “Do you have some kind of mind-reading ability? Why can you always accurately guess what I’m thinking?”

"Don't you know my attitude? Why did you still come?" An Shu didn't answer, but asked again.

"We have to give it a try, right?"

"Well, to be honest, I don't really want to help you..."

After all, there's no benefit to it, and Emilia's future appearance will be similar to the Witch of Envy. If our own merchant guild supports her, it will inevitably be affected by some rumors.

"So there's a chance?" Roswaal wasn't stupid; he could tell that An Shu didn't intend to reject him outright.

"Sure, but you have to do me a favor too."

"Busy? What?" He was taken aback. With An Shu's abilities, what kind of help would she need him to provide?

What do you think of Reinhard?

"Reinhard?" Hearing him say that, Roswaal almost laughed out loud, as if he had thought of something.

He had already guessed what An Shu meant, and with a nonchalant shrug, he said, "I can't beat him!"

"I haven't said anything yet!" An Shu slammed her hand on the table in dissatisfaction.

Roswaal looked helpless, as if he couldn't help at all. "An Shujun, I really want to help you, but he has at least forty buffs. If I go, I won't be enough for him to beat me with one hand!"

"I don't need you to beat him, just a couple of punches will do, isn't that a good deal?"

"Give him a couple of punches?" That's not a problem, after all, An Shu has already taught him to use spatial magic quite skillfully.

I could probably throw a couple of punches at you!

Is there a problem?

"No problem, I agree! So..."

"Then you can publicly claim that the 'Ghost' Chamber of Commerce is backing you!"

"Alright! I understand. I'll bring up the duel with him tomorrow!"

"Mmm," An Shu responded softly, taking another sip of tea.

"An Shujun, I just asked you, what do you think my chances of winning are with your support?"

"Still not big!"

"Oh? Why? An Shujun, who do you think has the best chance of winning?"

"That jinx."

"Miss Priscilla?"

"You can't be unaware of her blessing, can you?"

Is there no solution?

"Not necessarily. What if you have someone kill her at night..."

The world's love and good fortune are blessed, but unfortunately, they only work during the day!

"..." Roswaal's eyes flickered a few times, but he didn't say anything.

"So, among the known candidates, who do you think is most suitable to be king?"

"It wouldn't be appropriate to say it's just one person!"

"Why? Can you tell me your opinion, An Shujun?"

"First is Crusch. Her family has a long history, dating back to the generation of 'Lionheart'."

Influenced by her upbringing, her principle is self-reliance and survival of the fittest!

The desire to get rid of the dragon is a good starting point, but it's a bit extreme. Putting aside whether it's possible to get rid of the dragon, just look at the current situation. Without the dragon's protection, although the country is located on the edge of the continent, it is simultaneously bordered by three other kingdoms. Once the dragon's deterrence is gone, it's hard to guarantee that the other kingdoms won't take the opportunity to invade.

If war breaks out with just one of these countries, will the other two just stand by and watch? Who can guarantee they won't get involved?

What will she use to save the entire country then?

Therefore, she could only be a good general; the throne was not suitable for her.

As for Anastasia, given her businessman-like nature, I estimate that the first thing she would do after taking power would be to convert the country to a slave system to save her money, and then rent out the army for a fee.

This is just a conservative estimate. If we really calculate it, we might start taxing even our breathing!

And then there's Priscilla. I won't even go into detail; her blessing effect has too many drawbacks. While she's fairly wise, she's far too arrogant and looks down on everyone.

After talking so much, An Shu felt a little thirsty. She picked up her teacup, only to find it was empty, so she grabbed the teapot and refilled it.

Roswaal was silent for a moment, digesting what Anshu had said, before slowly speaking, "From what Anshu is saying, if there are two or more people, then there won't be a problem?"

"Ah."

"Can you tell me who they are?"

"One is Crusch, who will be in charge of external affairs, and the other is the person you have chosen, who will be in charge of internal affairs."

"The person I chose?" Roswaal was taken aback, thinking he had misheard, and repeated himself.

"Didn't you already know? It's been a week since last time, hasn't that little notebook given you a hint yet? You silver-haired half-elf!"

###Chapter Ninety-Five: The Silver-Haired Half-Elf###

“An Shujun, you can’t wrong me! Silver-haired half-elves are the symbol of the Witch of Jealousy!” Roswaal cried out dramatically.

"Keep your voice down, my girls are still sleeping!" Mr. Anshu glared at him before replying, "Even if she weren't a jealous witch, would you care? Don't think I don't know why you insist on slaying the dragon!"

“If she were truly a jealous witch, how could she not care…” Roswaal gave a wry smile, then asked, “Anshu-kun, how did you determine that I’ve found a candidate? How did you know it’s a silver-haired half-elf?”

"If you hadn't already decided on someone for the royal selection, would you have come here so early in the morning?"

“That’s true…” Roswaal nodded, after all, his purpose was too obvious. “But An Shujun, how did you know it was a silver-haired half-elf?”

"You'll find out if you want to know, is that so strange?"

Roswaal's lips twitched, and he was speechless. Anyway, he was incredibly powerful!

"Then why did you mention the silver-haired half-elf's affairs in the kingdom? Do you know her?"

"do not know."

"..."

"But I just know!"

Roswaal stopped dwelling on how he knew and instead asked about his opinion of the silver-haired half-elf, "Then, Anshu-jun, why did you say she was suitable for domestic affairs in the Lord's Kingdom?"

"You'll find out once you spend more time with her!"

Actually, you don't even know how to say it, right? Roswaal internally ranted, but didn't show any obvious expression on his face.

"You seem quite dissatisfied with me?"

"No! No!" Roswaal quickly smiled apologetically, finding it hard to believe that a count would ever be so humble.

"You've found the person?"

"Not yet, but I already asked Parker to go look for it a few days ago!"

"That kitten?"

Speaking of that cat, An Shu was reminded of a certain little girl!

Speaking of which, should I take some time to visit Roswaal's mansion someday and see that now legally married tsundere elf loli or something...?

Hmm, never mind, that's too much trouble. My daughter Hitomi is much cuter at home!

"What did your book tell you? That it mentioned seizing the throne?"

"I don't know either. The Gospels can reveal too little. They only told me to participate in the royal selection."

"Yeah……"

"An Shujun, do you know who the Aresteria family will recommend for the royal selection?"

"An orphan of the late emperor, the younger sister of that unfortunate man who recently passed away."

"The late emperor?"

"By the way, Roswaal, what is your badge made of?"

"Oh, this was made by the 'Lionheart,' and it's a symbol chosen by each generation of kings to signify their status!"

When a candidate's blood is dripped onto the badge, a faint glow will appear on the badge when the candidate or their descendants pick it up.

An Shujun, according to your statement, the Aresteria family has found the late emperor's orphan?

That doesn't make sense! The previous emperor didn't have any surviving children! Except for... the little princess who disappeared right after she was born when the palace burned down and bandits invaded more than ten years ago!

"The Aresteria family has found her?"

"Not yet, but it should be soon!" Five years have passed now, Wang Xuan is about to begin, and the plot should be about right, right?

"Oh?" Although he was still a little confused, he didn't ask any more questions. He drank the tea in one gulp, stood up and bowed. "Then, An Shujun, I'll be going now. Go back and rest up, and I'll go to the Royal City Guard's garrison tomorrow."

He had already achieved his goal and was too embarrassed to continue nagging.

An Shu waved his hand and said, "Remember to throw a couple more punches!"