Anything You Want

Just because he was in it, Microtoff, who happily patted his thighs, seemed even more unusual.

Parker looked at the laughing old man with calm eyes, and the old man looked directly at him.

"I shrunk my nerves, because you said a very interesting plan."

"Well, it's exposed. Well, Roswaal, it's bad to say that it's too much. But..."

"But what?"

"Since you see that I can't do it, but you seem to have forgotten my son-in-law, if he wants to do it, no one will survive here. This is not an alarmist."

Parker's serious expression disintegrated, and he shrugged and smiled at Myrotoff's words.

But this time, Microtoff couldn't really smile, and his eyes moved to Noel.

Just using coercion, Noel can make everyone present almost have no resistance. From this, it can be seen that Parker really did not lie about this matter.

The most important thing is that Microtoff himself clearly felt that Noel made him feel very dangerous.

Suddenly, the cold air that swept the hall disappeared.

"Hmmmm~ It's natural to be angry. I apologize, I apologize, forgive me, I'm sorry, it's my fault—but, what I just said is true."

Although he apologized, the added sentence made Bordeaux's heart skip a beat, and the kitten circled around the old man.

"Just now, you didn't freeze because of Emilia's warmth, don't forget this."

"Is the threat changed this time after the situation and situation have changed? The words I just said were clearly a demonstration of "If you don't go with me, I will turn you into a popsicle". Isn't this what the threat person said or did... !"

Parker leisurely threatens everyone, and Bordeaux counters with the persistence of a veteran.

However, as far as the results are concerned, Bordeaux's words also make sense and cannot be denied.

"That's right! I threaten you!"

So Emilia had the suspicion that she would definitely be thrown over there.

"I would like to introduce myself again to the honored members of the Society of Sages. My name is Emilia, the silver-haired half-goblin who commands the great elf Parker, who has long lived in the permafrost world of the Great Forest of Elior and is in charge of Mana of Fire. That's what the villagers call me..."

After a pause, the sages on Emilia's distant observation platform will meet everyone.

"The Frozen Witch who lives in the Frozen Forest." ..

Chapter 63 Rule of the King's Selection

Witch, the moment this word appeared, the air in the hall changed.

Everyone kept their mouths shut and dared not speak.

There was only one person, except for Mycrotoff, who could make a different comment from the bold approach.

"Showing strength and informing requests is the style of witches, so what does Her Highness the Frozen Witch plan to threaten us?"

"I have only one request, fairness."

"fair?"

"As a half-elf, I have something in common with witches, so I will be treated with prejudice by everyone. However, since this completely eliminates the possibility, I sternly reject that."

"You want to be treated equally with other candidates in the battle for the election, don't you?"

How many memories have been exposed to unprovoked malice over the years?

The persecution on the grounds of blood will not only happen once or twice.

"Fairness is very precious to me, so all I ask of you is this, be fair. To seize the throne with the spirit of the contract as a shield, I will never do such unfair behavior."

This option comes to mind because Emilia can choose.

But instead of choosing this option, she expects a situation that may become unfavorable, all because...

"Compared with other candidates, I have many shortcomings. I am an immature existence. There are too many things I don't know, and there are so many things that I have to learn. However, because I know that the goal is at the top, I have never thought about slackening. ."

Nuoer sees her diligently studying and absorbing everything in the mansion.

Therefore, among the people present, only Noel knew that Emilia's words were true.

"It is unclear whether my efforts are worthy of the throne, but the feeling of continuing to work hard to do so is very real, only this idea will not lose to other candidates, so please treat me with a fair eye, and treat Aimi who has no surname. Lia. Neither the frozen witch nor the silver-haired half-goblin, please look at me."

The last words were accompanied by a pleading sound.

However, the strong will and desire infused in the words remained unshakable.

For a moment, the silence descended into the hall, not having nothing to say, but waiting.

In response to Emilia's question, everyone waited with bated breath for the answer.

Soon, Bordeaux, who was under the attention of everyone, let out a long sigh of relief.

"My opinion will never change. It will remind people of the appearance of the 'witch of jealousy', which will undoubtedly have a bad influence on the people. In the battle for the king's election, the unfavorable position will still not change."

With a deep voice, he confronted Emilia's earlier proposition head-on.

Emilia's blue-purple pupils were slightly hazy because of this answer.

"but...."

Bordeaux continued.