The legend of the Crimson Demon clan started from Suqing

#241 - I am going for the lustful route, is that true or false!?

After the selection ceremony was officially announced to have begun, Zunzun heavily snorted.

He wanted to grope Priscilla's exceptionally voluptuous slime one last time before leaving, but he didn't expect her to be forewarned, glaring at him with the intent to grind his bones to ashes if he dared to make a move in public, leaving him to regretfully smack his lips and give up.

Taking the gloating Felt, he left the palace hall, but before Zunzun and the others could get far, they were stopped by Knight Commander Marcos.

"My deepest apologies, Lord Zunzun."

The lean middle-aged man bowed slightly, showing the utmost respect, and then slowly said, "There are still some matters concerning you, so please move to the side hall."

"… … Huh?"

Zunzun tilted his head in confusion, looking at Reinhard next to him, but received an equally clueless shrug. He really wanted to refuse, but now it seemed there was no room for maneuver.

"I understand. Felt… …"

"This time, only you."

"… … You go wait for me outside the royal city first. Reinhard, accompany me. Speaking of which, he's allowed, right? Without a knight to protect me, I feel a little uneasy."

"Of course."

Marcos nodded.

Reinhard silently followed beside Zunzun. Even though he was Felt's knight, it felt like he listened to Zunzun even more.

With the Sword Saint by his side, Zunzun felt quite at ease. So, he nonchalantly arrived at the side hall, the same room where Felt had waited for his summons and where they had rested briefly before.

As soon as he entered, he saw familiar people.

The elder leading the Council of Sages, as well as the two civil officials who had just been arguing about whether Zunzun could become a royal selection candidate, were standing respectfully behind the elder. When they saw Zunzun enter, they also bowed and paid their respects.

Zunzun was stunned for a moment when he saw the two of them like this, but he quickly reacted.

"Filthy, so filthy! You politicians are so dirty! The entire venue seemed noisy, with everyone expressing their personal opinions, but in reality, it was all under your control. No wonder Anastasia said those kinds of things."

He cursed without any politeness.

Reinhard said from behind, "Lord Zunzun, please restrain yourself. Even if you are a royal selection candidate, the Lord Macrotoff before you is the representative of the Council of Sages."

The Council of Sages was a group that managed the kingdom in place of the king, and the actual operation of the kingdom currently relied on the Council of Sages. The elder before him was the representative of this organization.

"Hoo hoo hoo, no difference, no difference. Lord Zunzun is absolutely right."

Macrotoff wasn't like a stubborn old man, nor did he have an arrogant attitude. In private, he was more like a kind old man.

At least not a bad person.

Because Reinhard respected him very much.

Zunzun and Macrotoff sat on the sofa, the two civil officials sat on either side, while Reinhard, who nominally had the lowest position, could only stand and serve them.

After taking a sip of the black tea brewed by the Sword Saint, Zunzun didn't want to waste time and went straight to the point.

"… … Old man, what do you want from me?"

"Well, first I must apologize to you and Lord Felt. It was rude to involve the two of you in the royal selection ceremony, and in such a manner. I am truly sorry."

"That's right, it was very difficult for me."

Zunzun couldn't help but complain.

But it was only a complaint. After all, he was the one who got hot-headed and agreed to participate in the end, so he couldn't blame others. Who told him not to resist Priscilla's goading?

"But it doesn't matter, anyway, it's just participating in the royal selection, it doesn't mean I have to become the next king."

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"Hoo hoo hoo, this old man asked Lord Zunzun to meet precisely because of this matter."

Macrotoff said, stroking his white beard, "Lord Zunzun, you don't seem to have the determination to become the next king, which makes this old man and the others feel very troubled."

"… … Troubled?"

Zunzun raised an eyebrow.

"To be honest, your appearance, Lord Zunzun, has really disrupted our plans. The Council of Sages completely doesn't know how to place you. In the end, the criteria for judging who becomes the king and how to choose, the Dragon didn't tell us. We were only searching for the five Dragon Priestesses because of records."

Macrotoff slowly said.

This was something everyone in the entire kingdom knew, and the fact that they didn't know how to choose had also been mentioned in the meeting just now.

This was clearly something that required a lot of discussion, but due to the Witch Cult currently causing trouble everywhere in the country, and other kingdoms abroad eyeing them covetously, they had no choice but to quickly start the royal selection ceremony to stabilize the people's hearts in the face of internal and external troubles.

"However, after seeing you, Lord Zunzun, I clearly knew one thing."

"What thing?"

"You are most likely the next king appointed by the Dragon."

"Hiss— — — —"

Hearing him say this, Zunzun couldn't help but lean back tactically.

Then he quickly waved his hand.

"No no no, old man, aren't you getting senile? The one who can talk to the Dragon is the Dragon Priestess. Priestess, do you understand? I'm a male."

"… … Well, maybe the Dragon changed its tastes or something?"

"Hey!"

"Hoo hoo hoo, after all, that is the Divine Dragon. In the absence of a Priestess who can communicate with it, we have no way of knowing its thoughts, and can only speculate."

Macrotoff said with a slight bitterness.

It seemed he was from the Divine Dragon faction.

Although there was no distinction yet, Zunzun divided the kingdom into two factions. One was the Divine Dragon faction represented by Macrotoff, which was also the faction of most people; the other was the autonomous faction represented by Crusch, which, although not loud, was faintly showing signs of improvement.

"Having been blessed by the Dragon, how could we abandon the Dragon?"

The elder spoke thus.

It blew up, it blew up. He didn't expect the Council of Sages to disagree with Crusch, the number one seed in the royal selection. No wonder everyone remained silent when the Duchess spoke.

"So, Lord Zunzun, do you understand?"

"… … Are you trying to say that I look like I'm appointed, and you really want to announce it publicly, but due to the rules of the royal selection, you must gather the five Dragon Priestesses, and you had to pull me into the royal selection as a second choice?"

"That's exactly it. You are indeed wise."

Zunzun then understood that the elder's apology just now wasn't for involving himself in the royal selection, but for not letting him directly become the next king.

"I say, why do you have to make me participate in the royal selection? According to the ideas of others, wouldn't it be good to choose a suitable king from the five Dragon Priestesses?"

"Everything is for the prosperity of the kingdom."

The elder shook his head.

There were many ways to achieve the prosperity of the kingdom. It could be like Crusch, who strived for self-improvement and held her destiny in her own hands. It could be like Anastasia, who transformed into a trading kingdom and drove economic development. There could also be other methods… … And the elder hoped to continue fulfilling the contract with the Divine Dragon.

This was the safest and most moderate method that wouldn't cause drastic turmoil in the kingdom.

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A conservative faction? A stubborn old man?

Zunzun looked at the elder in surprise.

From the conversation just now, he didn't feel like he was someone who would stick to conventions. If he didn't have the courage, how could he have quickly cut through the mess and started the royal selection ceremony?

"… … Heh heh heh, this old man said Lord Zunzun was wise."

Macrotoff sighed, "This old man admits that Crusch and the others are very courageous, but the kingdom is already riddled with holes and can't withstand any more tossing."

Perhaps in the elder's view, Crusch and the others' grand ideals were good, but they didn't fit the kingdom's current situation.

Even though the royal family had only died collectively half a year ago, the kingdom had already been declining before that. It was still supported by Reinhard, Julius, and Felix, who signed a treaty with the Empire and barely kept things afloat.

He realized that he was quite contradictory.

On the one hand, he sought change, and on the other hand, he had to choose stability.

… … No, maybe he hadn't made a choice, which was why he let the two civil officials behind him act as his mouthpieces to confirm the thoughts of others.

"But there is actually another method."

"Another method?"

Zunzun was surprised, but he quickly reacted and pointed at himself.

"The method you're talking about wouldn't be related to me, would it?"

"Exactly."

The elder's lips curled up slightly.

However, seeing his expression, Zunzun felt a strong sense of unease in his heart.

"This method is considered by this old man to be very suitable, and it is also a very stable method. As long as it is successfully implemented, any problems will be easily solved. This is a method only suitable for you (male) and other Dragon Priestesses (female)… …"

"Th-th-that wouldn't be… …! ?"

"That's right, you only need to marry one of the five Dragon Priestesses."

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Zunzun opened his mouth wide.

The elder said to himself, "You are the person appointed by the Dragon, and you are also male. All five Dragon Priestesses have also been found. In this case, the Dragon's intention is also very clear. That's right, how can a king not have his own spouse? The Dragon is even more thoughtful!"

"That's right, as expected of the Divine Dragon!"

"The Divine Dragon's thoughts are profound, far beyond our reach."

The two civil officials spoke one after another.

Wait, didn't you guys just show great disrespect to the Divine Dragon? Why are you suddenly changing your tune?

Zunzun glared at one of the civil officials.

And don't start deifying things at a time like this. The Divine Dragon doesn't mean that! … … Right?

"Lord Zunzun, do you like the Priscilla type?"

"… … What?"

"It's just what you did in the main hall just now… …"

Macrotoff also made a tai chi gesture at this time, coupled with the lewd smile on his face, he was truly an old scoundrel.

This guy is also playing the reverse contrast!?

Zunzun rolled his eyes in annoyance.

"—That's not it."

"Then it's the Felt type. You two live under the same roof, and according to Knight Reinhard, you have a life-or-death friendship and often treat each other honestly. You must already have secret feelings for each other, right?"

"That's not true!"

The more he said, the more lewd the elder became.

Seriously, this style really doesn't suit him, it's ruining his persona.

"I'll state it in advance, I don't like any of those five people."

"This old man also considered this situation, which is why I made you, Lord Zunzun, a royal selection candidate."

"… … You seem to have recognized me?"

"That's right."

Macrotoff restrained his expression and slowly stood up, saying very seriously and earnestly, "Regardless of whether you, Lord Zunzun, will eventually become the next king, from now on, the Council of Sages will be your most loyal backing."

Zunzun knew that the elder before him had chosen the Dragon.