Chapter 904

They immediately set up their swords and cast a strong warning on Parker who was floating above his head.

Moreover, there was a look of fear in the guarded eyes staring at Parker.

"...the last beast of permafrost."

A hoarse murmur sent a shock of silence across the hall. The murmur was from Mycrotov. Parker shook his ears and looked at the old man when he heard the murmur.

"Some people call me that. It seems that there are still some sensible young people."

"It's a rare experience to be treated as a young man at this age."

Everyone was so nervous that their faces froze. Among them, only Mycrotov remained calm and faced Parker with his strong mental strength.

Facing the old man's attitude, Parker wagged his tail arrogantly.

"Whatever you want to call and define my existence is up to you, but what kind of existence do I do, isn't the person who knows this on your side?"

"Yes, Sir Roswaal."

Hearing Parker's words, Mycrotov called Roswaal.

Roswaal, who accepted the call, bowed his head solemnly, and stretched out his hands to both Emilia and Parker.

"As Mr. Mycrotov observed, this unreasonable existence is the ancient great elf who used to be called the last beast of permafrost, but now, it is the contracted elf of Mrs. Emilia. .”

"How is it possible! The Great Elf, who ranks among the top four, was enslaved by someone... let alone a half-demon!"

Parker stared at Bordeaux loudly.

"You annoying guys, thank Liya for not turning into a popsicle on the spot, because it was my lovely daughter's plea, I was so honest, if this child didn't stop it, this place would have turned into an ice sculpture hall a long time ago."

The bland wording was accompanied by the cold air that made the soles of the feet chill, inserting something cold into the guts of everyone in the hall.

Its words are definitely not empty words, as long as you can understand it in front of it.

The powerful force that controls the lives of everyone at the scene, someone swallowed their saliva, and the voice sounded extraordinarily loud.

"Hehehe."

Because of being in it, Mycrotov, who was happily patting his thigh, looked even more abnormal.

Parker looked at the laughing old man with calm eyes, and the old man met him head-on.

"I shrunk my guts, because you mentioned a very interesting plan."

"Well, it's exposed. Well, Roswaal, it's not good to overdo it. But..."

"But what?"

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

Parker's serious expression collapsed, and he shrugged and smiled at Mycrotov's words.

But this time, Mycrotov really couldn't laugh anymore, and his eyes moved to Noel.

Just by coercion, Noel was able to make everyone present almost powerless to resist. From this, it can be seen that Parker really did not lie about this matter.

Most importantly, McCrotov himself clearly felt that Noel felt very dangerous to him.

Suddenly, the cold air that swept the hall disappeared.

"Hmm~ 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 beat wildly, and the kitten circled around the old man.

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

"Did you change the threat this time after the status and situation changed? What you said just now is clearly a demonstration of "If you don't agree with me, I will turn you into popsicles". This is not the words and deeds of the threat... !"

Parker threatened everyone leisurely, and Bordeaux retorted with the persistence of a veteran.

However, as far as the result is concerned, Bordeaux's words are also reasonable and cannot be denied.

"Yes! I threaten you!"

So Emilia positively affirmed the suspicion that was thrown over.

"Once again, I would like to introduce myself to the honorable sages. My name is Emilia. I am a silver-haired half-elf who summons Puck, the great elf who has lived in the permafrost world of the Elliolu Forest for a long time and is in charge of the mana of fire. The neighbors That's what the villagers call me..."

After a pause, the sages on Emilia's observatory met everyone.

"The "Frozen Witch" who lives in the frozen forest." ..

Chapter 63 King Selection Rules

Witch, the moment the word appeared, the atmosphere in the hall changed.

Everyone shut their mouths and dared not speak.

Only one other than Mycrotoff who can comment differently from the bold approach.

"It's the style of a witch to show strength and make demands. Then, what is Her Highness the Freezing Witch planning to threaten us with?"

"I have only one request, fairness."

"fair?"

"As a half-fairy, I will be treated with prejudice because I have something in common with a witch. However, since this completely removes the possibility, I firmly reject it."

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

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

Being persecuted on the grounds of blood is not just one or two times.

"Fairness is very precious to me, so that's all I ask of you, treat it fairly. I will never do such an unfair act to seize the throne with a contracted elf as a shield."

This option comes to mind because Emilia can choose.

But instead of choosing this option, she expects a situation that might turn out to be unfavorable, all because...

"Compared to 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 never think about letting go. .”

Noel can see her diligently studying and absorbing everything in the mansion.

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

"I don't know whether my efforts are worthy of the throne, but the feeling of continuing to work hard to do so can't be more true. Only this idea will not lose to other candidates, so please treat me with fair eyes and Amy who has no surname." Lia, neither a frozen witch nor a silver-haired half-elf, please look at me."