One-way traffic

Accelerator originally didn't intend to get involved in such a boring matter, but unfortunately, he also had white hair, which directly touched on the ridiculous focus of those officials.

This led to the situation that unfolded as it did.

"No...no, stop it, Yifang!"

Emilia didn't want to see this happen.

Ultimately, the reason she was so anxious before was because of the arrival of Accelerator and Hatsune Miku.

She didn't want these innocent people to be involved in Wang Xuan's affairs, not to mention... these two had been acting like friends over the past few days.

She would never allow them to get too involved in the matter of Wang Xuan.

But why...?

Why does this happen? !

Why did I end up dragging these innocent friends into this mess?!

Emilia shouted anxiously, almost angrily at herself.

"Enough!! Yifang—"

Before that.

The villains' voices completely drowned out Emilia's.

Boom! The first person lightly tapped his right foot on the ground, and in an instant, the entire royal hall was affected.

The storm swept around, and everyone was instantly calmed by the gale.

The girl stared wide-eyed in disbelief.

The villains standing opposite her merely looked at her indifferently.

"Shut up, this is none of your business."

"None of my business?"

“I’ve said it from the beginning, this isn’t for you or for anyone else, I’m just saying these things because I want to.”

He ignored Emilia's utterly astonished expression.

They completely ignored Hatsune Miku, who was equally stunned and didn't know what to say.

"I have no idea what you guys think."

In the silent Royal Selection Hall, Accelerator walked alone to the front desk.

No one dared to move, and no one dared to utter a single word.

The strange power that brought the entire hall to such a state in just a moment completely terrified them.

But what was even more terrifying was what the monster was about to say next.

"I don't care about countries or kings or royal candidates or any of that bullshit. Those things are none of my business."

"But—just because of a simple hair problem, you're going to treat this pitifully stupid young lady like a monster?"

"Is this the quality of your kingdom? Is this the so-called quality of your officials? Don't fucking make me laugh, you idiots. Even the lowest-ranking bastard among villains wouldn't be hostile to others over such bullshit. You so-called officials aren't even as good as the lowest-ranking villains? You've really wasted your decades of life."

He ignored everyone's wishes and went ahead on his own, carving out his own territory in what should have been a battlefield for the election of a prince.

Accelerator will never be a proponent of rhetoric.

For him, giving such a special speech is not suitable for a philanthropist; it would be much simpler for him to personally slaughter a thousand zombies.

and so.

His speech will be like this.

"You lot seem to look down on white-haired people, regarding her as a half-demon, a calamity—right?"

The monster gave a cold, smirking look.

A malicious smile, seemingly rising from the depths of an abyss, appeared on his face.

"If you're so capable, then try to eliminate this real monster!"

"You really enjoy flaunting justice? You really enjoy eliminating calamities? Then try eliminating this monster right in front of you and see what happens!"

"Try eradicating this darkness that is even more wicked than a simple villain multiplied by 180!"

"If you can't do it, then you'd better go and gnaw on your own arm. Anyway, your so-called reputation is nowhere near as good as what I taste like!"

An overwhelmingly terrifying aura instantly enveloped everything.

That would undoubtedly be a situation similar to a declaration of war.

"You, you—!!"

"What, are you trying to get rid of me?"

The monster looked at the official with a smile and said softly.

"Then come."

He dare not.

The official didn't dare to step forward and do anything.

Everyone just stared at each other with fearful eyes and astonished expressions, but no one dared to step forward and actually eliminate the other.

Accelerator scoffed and curled his lip.

"All talk and no action! We've given you all a chance, yet not one of you dared to step forward?"

"You guys are even worse than the scum of the evil party, spineless cowards."

Despite Accelerator's blatant insults, no one dared to actually fight him.

Nobody dared to.

No, actually—

"Duke Roswaal..."

The highest representative of the Wise Men, McRotterford, looked at Roswaal ahead.

"Who exactly is this person? I remember you were the one who brought this person into the royal selection venue, right?"

"Oh dear, that's certainly true."

Roswaal waved his hand and said with a wry smile.

"However, the other party invited me to do this, and I couldn't refuse such a request."

"After all, the opponent's strength is definitely on par with mine."

"What…?"

"Strength comparable to that of Roswaal, the court mage?!"

"How, how is it possible!"

Everyone was absolutely blown away.

No wonder the sense of oppression was so strong, no wonder he was able to affect the entire Royal Selection Hall with just one kick.

The opponent's strength is no less than Roswaal's.

Upon hearing this news, everyone's mind went completely blank.

—So that means if the other side really wanted to find an opportunity to kill us, even the kingdom's strongest mage might not be able to withstand it?

So what kind of being did I provoke?

The officials immediately realized this, and a chill ran down their spines.

If, after that, this ominous white-haired man finds him in secret, and he doesn't have a fighter as powerful as Roswaal to withstand him—

The result was predictable.

Upon realizing this, all of them turned deathly pale.

The saying "trouble comes from the mouth" perfectly illustrates this point.

"That's boring, is that all?"

Accelerator gave the officials a cold glance, showing no further interest whatsoever.

He originally joined this royal selection to gather intelligence, but now, the guys here are just a bunch of good-for-nothings with plenty of talk but no skills.

He had completely lost interest in staying here.

"Wait, Yifang!"

A voice called out to him.

The red-haired knight walked up behind him.

It's Reinhard.

"Are you here to kill me, my lord?"

"No... this incident is not actually your fault."

Reinhard bowed slightly and continued.

“You were originally invited by Duke Roswaal to be a guest here to observe the royal selection, but these officials spoke rudely to you first, so there is nothing wrong with you retaliating.”

"I think there shouldn't be any problem with this reasoning, Lord McLutherford."

"...Indeed, there are no serious problems."

McRotford paused, then looked at Accelerator with a somewhat peculiar gaze.

“He was invited here by Roswaal to listen to the royal selection. You were the ones who spoke rudely first, so it’s perfectly normal for him to retaliate verbally.”

"And, ultimately..."

That's it.

Reinhard chuckled and looked at Accelerator.

"You are my best friend, how could I possibly do anything to hurt you?"

He gently extended his hand.

then.

The longsword at his waist trembled instantly.

"Varied--?"

"What's going on? Is that the Dragon Sword?"

"Reinhard's dragon sword is... trembling?"

Everyone was astonished once again.

Even Reinhard himself hadn't expected this.

In fact, Accelerator had already experienced something similar before. When they first met before Natsuki Subaru reset time, Reinhard's sword at his waist had already reacted to him.

He could clearly sense that it was an invisible hostility.

And a murderous aura.

"The Dragon Sword will only react after acknowledging a worthy opponent..."

Felix blurted out those words without thinking.

In an instant, the others understood something.

"Hey—that, that means—"

"That white-haired person caught the attention of the Reinhard Dragon Sword?!"

"Dragon Sword acknowledges him and wants to fight him!"

The members of the Royal Guard Knights were almost momentarily stunned into a blank.

This was a shocking fact, because even among all the knights in the Royal Guard, not one could get Reinhard to draw his dragon sword.

The Dragon Sword possesses its own consciousness; if it doesn't acknowledge it, even Reinhard himself wouldn't be able to draw it.

This kind of proactive desire to fight someone is unprecedented.