Super Righteous Player
Chapter 1114 - 167: Reunion and Quarrel

Chapter 1114: Chapter 167: Reunion and Quarrel

"...That’s roughly it."

The Absolver said with a smile, "I felt something interesting was about to happen and hid away, and indeed, I was not disappointed..."

Behind her, four people stood in a row with utmost respect.

Thirteen Fragrances, Husky, Yufimia, Arthur...

Annan looked at Husky with complex feelings.

Although he knew there was a "resonance" between idol Wizards, Annan had never experienced it firsthand.

But no matter what, within just a few minutes, and even when both had just met for the first time, you managed to recruit one... Is she a girlfriend or a disciple?

——If you’re so impressive, why were you still single in the original world?

Is the influence of a beautiful appearance really that strong?!

Thinking about this, Annan glanced at Husky again.

He fell into deep thought.

It seems indeed not minor...

The "most beautiful body" personally tailored by Husky with her sense of aesthetics and skilled craftsmanship; coupled with her sparkling inner self and interesting soul. This seemed to indeed be a qualitative change where one plus one is greater than two.

...However, there was one thing Annan didn’t expect.

The battle royale that was supposed to be between four people hadn’t officially started before someone already dropped out.

Looking at Yufimia’s demeanor... she probably wouldn’t go looking for Selicia.

For her, Selicia was like what Arthur Roaring Fang was to her. Selicia appeared when they were most desperate, the only light of hope in their endless night.

She was only the hope for them to escape the darkness, nothing more.

In some sense, the "silver" adventuring group was nothing more than a society of losers licking each other’s wounds, gathered together to distract themselves.

It was the kind of vibe where singing ’Loser’ together wouldn’t feel out of place.

—But now, Yufimia had found the light that truly belonged to her.

"Now that you’re all here."

Annan cleared his throat: "Then I’m going to call Selicia over.

"Besides that... I have another piece of news to announce to you."

"What is it?"

Knowing that Yufimia would probably not ask, Arthur very thoughtfully took up the conversation.

"You’re late."

Annan replied with a smile: "Ofelia and the others have been here for a while."

Shortly after Annan finished speaking.

The door where they were was pushed open.

Selicia, escorted by Ofelia and the centaur girl Lucia, walked in from outside.

Lucia, although of a more petite build, was by centaur standards—once she entered the room, it immediately became crowded.

"I’m, I’m sorry... it’s because I’m taking up too much space..."

Lucia cried out in a whimper.

Her voice was thin and soft, like a twelve or thirteen-year-old shy little girl who was not good at socializing. But looking at her upper body, she was indeed such a girl... and even more delicate than a human.

Her skin was porcelain-like, even reflecting light under the lighting. Her nails were white and jade-like.

Yufimia walked over with a bit of amusement and hugged Lucia.

Perhaps because of the horse body’s burden-bearing capabilities... Lucia’s body was light yet stable. Even though Yufimia completely leaned her weight onto her, the shy and timid Lucia still managed to stand firm.

"Long time no see, Lulu."

Yufimia embraced Lucia, gently caressing her nape, whispering with a hint of affection.

Lucia, on the other hand, was somewhat helpless: "Actually, it hasn’t been that long, Yufi..."

But she still turned around to hug Yufimia tightly.

The atmosphere on this side seemed rather pleasant.

However, on the other side, it was a different story.

The air between Arthur and Ofelia had become palpably tense and hostile.

Arthur raised an eyebrow, his lips curling into a smile: "What’s this? Our wandering Prince, finally ready to inherit the kingdom and marry the princess?"

"I do indeed plan to make some changes."

The young man with short black hair and amber eyes, his features as handsome as a sculpture, stood unshaken by Arthur’s sarcasm: "I’ve fully recognized my previous mistakes.

"I used to think that staying in Dennisiowa... meant being complicit with the inherent sins of this country. But after traveling for so long, I realized... that sin is not confined to Dennisiowa, and the outside world is not as pure as the realm of light.

"Even if I left, Dennisiowa would not improve; and even if I left Dennisiowa, it wouldn’t necessarily make me a Saint."

"So what then?"

Arthur chuckled derisively: "Have you, in all your benevolence, decided to come back and save this country? Should we kneel and thank His Majesty the King for his grace?"

"You’re right," Ofelia nodded calmly, "I do intend to come back and save this country."

"With just a bard like you?"

Arthur’s tone rose.

His gaze intensified, like flowing lava: "Then why didn’t you understand this before? Why did you vow to renounce your right to succession, never to return to the country?

"Even though this isn’t Noah, do you think you can just return whenever you wish?"

"Because only I can do this."

Ofelia spoke solemnly: "This is the best opportunity. I’ve already spoken with Archduke Annan... He’s ready to take action... He will help me defeat all my enemies."

"You’re planning to rely on the ruler of Winter to help you eradicate your political adversaries in the United Kingdom and ascend to power?"

Arthur almost laughed in anger: "Do you realize what you’re doing, bard?

"You’ve never been involved in politics, you have no governing experience—you don’t know what the people need, what the nobility needs, what merchants need, what priests need... You have no clue about the intelligence of this country, how much money it has, how much it earns, how much it spends, you haven’t even seen what ’state affairs’ look like, and you’ve never seen what Dennisiowa’s regular army looks like in your life. You just sing and adventure outside, and now you want to rule a country?

"I’d rather let your father, your brothers, inherit this position! They really don’t know anything, are utter wastes, but they know they are wastes—with other nobles managing, the country will at least not perish because of this!"

Arthur berated fiercely.

This astonished Annan.

The Roaring Fang family’s Wizard of Destruction turned out to be part of the conservative faction...

"I don’t think so."

Ofelia’s voice also began to rise, his anger becoming apparent: "If this country continues this way, it will rot thoroughly sooner or later! You’ve seen it with your own eyes, whether it’s Noah or the Holy Nation, the Underground City or the Winter that’s about to awaken from Grandmother’s slumber, all countries are improving—only the United Kingdom is declining with each generation!

"Dennisiowa generates waste with every generation; then how was it founded initially? Who did this? Who allowed this? That’s what those ’advisors to the State’ did—and of course, the ’Roaring Fangs’ have their share in it!

"Don’t you know what that technology means? Dennisiowa is about to have a civil war! Don’t you know how many people will die? Who sparked that war?

"—It’s those nobles you mentioned, who are ’managing’ this country!"

"If I’m not mistaken, you intend to centralize power, don’t you? Like the Archduke of Winter? But the Archduke of Winter has Grandmother’s endorsement, what do you have? You don’t really think that Saint Yawen is on your side, do you? No way, right?"

If it were the usual squabbles they had in silver.

This would be the time for Selicia to step in and mediate.

But now, she just stood obediently at the door, as if she were punished to stand in the corner.

Her pinkish-purple hair was tied into pigtails behind her, and her excessively delicate figure made her look no older than fifteen or sixteen.

—This was also Annan’s request.

Annan had asked Selicia not to mediate... but to let them have a no-holds-barred, forthright argument.

To speak their minds, to say everything that they wanted to say in one go.

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