"My name is Suke. Age... let's just say twenty-five. Engaged. Serious inquiries only."
"My family runs a fairly extensive Farm. There's a small town next to the Farm, and I live a life of ploughing in the morning and returning at dusk."
"If you insist on asking for my identity, just consider me an ordinary Farmer who came to the city for sightseeing, alright?"
Floating in mid-air in a reclining posture, Suke didn't care in the slightest about his condescending attitude while introducing himself to the crowd.
After he had disposed of the Captain of the Royal Guard and several blind nobles in succession using magic that exceeded everyone's cognitive systems, no one dared to question his current stance anymore.
Farmer?
Whose family's Farmer is this outrageous, capable of rendering an entire Royal Guard Order combat-ineffective in the blink of an eye?!
No one believed Suke's words. Almost all the Dragon Maidens, who were candidates for the throne, were discussing this spiritedly with their own staff.
"This Farm... no, Magician... Sir..."
"...Ugh!" An elder from the Council of Sages frowned and intended to speak, but in the next moment, he suddenly clutched his own throat in pain, his whole body trembling as he fell to his knees.
Magic · [Liquid Manipulation]. By instantly draining the moisture from the throat that contacts the air, the opponent naturally could not make a sound.
"I never listen to brainless old geezers speak, because I default to the belief that to be old and not die is to be a thief."
"Switch to someone with a brain to talk to me."
For some reason, Suke found that his temper became worse when there were no acquaintances around him.
If anyone was to be blamed, it was this old geezer for being unlucky, although in the original work, he wasn't exactly a good person anyway. Where can you find a good person who discriminates against others while claiming to do it for the good of the kingdom?
"Hehe, what an interesting man~"
"Is your magic the manipulation of gravity? Why not let me experience this feeling of being high above as well?"
A young girl with golden-red hair and a red dress, holding a folding fan, narrowed her eyes and smiled. She was Priscilla, known as the Bloodstained Bride, one of the five candidates for the throne alongside Emilia and the others.
In the original plot, she possessed the Divine Protection of the Sun and firmly believed that the world revolved around her. Several men engaged to her had died strange, unnatural deaths before she even married them.
In short, she was a woman who appeared incomparably arrogant on the surface.
"Princess, this is not very appropriate. Your current attire is not suitable for..."
The sword-slave Al advised in a low voice, but Priscilla paid him no mind. Instead, she ordered him to move a sofa over, then smoothed her dress and sat upright upon it.
"What does it matter?"
"Use your magic, Sir. I believe you would not embarrass a lady."
"...Then you can figure out how to get down yourself later."
Suke glanced at Priscilla. He had originally thought this arrogant widow would look down on him in his Farmer's attire.
But it was just floating up; a trivial matter.
Suke casually pointed a finger, and the sofa beneath Priscilla carried her upwards, floating even higher than the throne at the very top of the palace.
"This...!"
"Great disrespect, this is simply great disrespect..." The members of the Council of Sages discussed among themselves, casting pleading glances toward the Sword Saint.
But Reinhard, the Sword Saint, remained unmoved. He merely scrutinized Suke with his sharp gaze.
Neither the Dragon Sword nor his Divine Protection of Premonition of Crisis reacted in the slightest.
But why did a primitive instinct, forged through a thousand hammers and a hundred refinements in battle, tell him that if they engaged in white-blade combat, he would not be the opponent's match?
"Hmm... a very good experience."
Not caring in the slightest about her own transgression, Priscilla narrowed her eyes in extreme enjoyment as she looked down upon everyone. She then smiled and nodded at Suke, not minding that he wasn't even looking at her.
"Very good, Sir Suke. You have won this mistress's friendship."
"This mistress is named Priscilla Barielle. I am the future ruler of this country. Later, you will surely become this mistress's Chief Court Magician."
What a cunning woman!
It was only then that the other royal candidates down below realized Priscilla's act of attempting to pull Suke into her camp through such a casual interaction.
"I am Anastasia Hoshin, the leader of the Hoshin Trading Company and the owner of the Iron Fang Mercenary Group!"
"Sir Suke, if you choose to support me, I will give you unimaginable wealth!"
The petite, purple-haired girl wearing a white hat, Anastasia, spoke hurriedly. Her First Knight, Julius, had just been defeated by Suke in a single blow, which had already created a disadvantage for her subsequent competition with the other candidates.
But if she could pull Suke into her own camp, this disadvantage would naturally vanish into thin air!
"Sir, I am the head of the Karsten Duke family, Crusch..."
"I am... I am Emilia. As you can see, Sir Suke, I am a half-elf. It is an honor to meet you!"
The majestic girl with dark green hair, Crusch, and the half-elf Emilia also introduced themselves, though the latter's introduction was slightly more shabby compared to the others.
A mysterious man of unknown identity and origin, who defeated the Finest Knight Julius in a single blow and revealed methods to render the Royal Knights combat-ineffective in the blink of an eye.
Adding these points together, perhaps no one cared anymore about the arrogant rudeness of this man who had not shown clear hostility.
So strong, Mr. Suke...
If only I could have strength like his...
Watching Suke being fawned over by everyone, Natsuki Subaru felt no jealousy in his heart, only pure admiration.
Leaving aside the fact that the other party had healed his wound-ridden body and even threatened to offer him protection, in Natsuki Subaru's heart, just the act of Suke walking out when he was near despair and staunchly supporting his statement was enough for him to view the other as a hero!
Men, sometimes they care more about right and wrong than life and death, especially for a hot-blooded youth like Natsuki Subaru.
Although, in his impression, he had indeed never met Suke before.
"Hmm."
Suke's gaze swept over everyone, especially stopping on the border Margrave Roswaal, who was dressed in a clown suit and wearing an unreadable expression.
Immediately after, he looked toward Reinhard and the girl he protected behind him, Felt, who had just transformed from a wandering orphan into a royal candidate.
"Sword Saint, isn't your side going to state your position?"
"Everyone else is trying to win me over; you two are being a bit unsociable like this."
"You guy, what kind of attitude is that? Who wants to win you over...!"
Behind Reinhard, Felt furiously wanted to say something, but was stopped by Reinhard reaching out his hand.
"Hehe, please forgive my rudeness, Sir Suke."
"I merely thought that Sir Suke had already chosen a camp from the beginning, so I did not make an unnecessary move."
Reinhard revealed a smile. This extremely approachable smile reminded Suke of Nagito Komaeda, whom he had met previously at Hope's Peak Academy.
Only those who possess a high degree of confidence in themselves would reveal such a smile. This confidence is not arrogance, but a mindset that differentiates them from others.
"Hehe, what you said is also correct. After all, I publicly announced that I would protect Natsuki Subaru, who claims to be Miss Emilia's knight. Logically speaking, I should join that Miss Emilia's camp."
"However, quite the opposite."
"I feel that Miss Emilia's camp and I might be enemies, perhaps."
E-Enemies?
Hearing these words, everyone in Emilia's camp, including Natsuki Subaru, was completely dumbfounded.
Didn't Suke just protect Natsuki Subaru a moment ago? Why would he say he is their enemy?
"Sir Suke, I do not quite understand the meaning of your words. Do you also hold hostility towards me for being a half-elf?"
Emilia's beautiful brows furrowed slightly, and her fists clenched. She dared to be certain that she had never had a conflict with Suke before.
Then there was only one reason left that would cause Suke to be hostile towards them—the fact that Emilia was a half-elf.
"Of course not. I'm not that kind of shallow old geezer. In my life, I only discriminate against racists and American farm tools."
Suke's casual teasing remark made Natsuki Subaru look up abruptly. He seemed to have heard some information that shouldn't be heard in this otherworld!
"I'll just say it straight, Miss Emilia. Someone in your camp stole something that belongs to me!"
"No one would fail to be an enemy of a thief who stole their property. I believe this is common knowledge for the public."
Suke spoke astonishing words.
Thief?
Daring to steal from this Sir, do they not want to live?
Felt shrank her head back for some reason, but of course, no one noticed her.
Everyone turned their gazes toward Emilia and Roswaal, who stood silently behind her.
However, hearing Suke's words, Emilia was utterly bewildered.
First of all, she herself had never stolen anyone's things; though she had been stolen from quite a few times.
Secondly, suspicion could also be ruled out for Natsuki Subaru and Rem. If the former were a thief, Suke wouldn't have saved him.
As for the latter, Emilia didn't quite believe that Rem's character would allow her to do such a thing.
Then the thief Sir Suke speaks of would be...
"Stop hiding, Roswaal. Must I point you out?"
"You aren't an elementary schooler. Do you still need an adult to spell out what you've done yourself? Stand up for me!"
Suke waved the Shepherd's Crook in his hand, and Roswaal immediately felt a loss of gravity around his body, floating up into the air in a wretched, tilted posture!
"?!"
As the current Chief Court Magician, he wanted to resist, but he felt he couldn't manipulate a single trace of mana in the air—
It was as if the mana surrounding him had been 'killed' in an instant!
It was also because of this that Roswaal suddenly realized the truth of how those strong individuals, who were clearly not weak, were defeated so lightly by this man's Levitation magic when they tried to resist Suke earlier.
Levitation was just the appearance. What this man actually mastered was the magic of "killing magic"!
"It's Lord Roswaal?!"
"Isn't Lord Roswaal a Margrave? With his status, how could he commit such a lowly act of theft?"
"Could there be some misunderstanding in this..."
The bystanders discussed animatedly, seeming unable to believe the facts before their eyes.
Today's gathering of royal selection candidates was simply too intense. Accidents and explosive revelations came one after another, making it hard not to feel that the trip was well worth it.
"Hand over the thing you stole from me. You should know what I am referring to."
Suke beckoned the floating Roswaal to come before him and extended a hand toward him:
"It's fine if you don't hand it over. I guarantee I will let you know my formidable power."
"For example..."
"You wouldn't want the remains left behind by your teacher to be crushed to dust and scattered to the wind, right, Roswaal L. Mathers?"
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