Mu Zhong stepped onto the red carpet, his sneakers squeaking slightly on the polished floor…
Beside him, Clara gripped her staff so hard her knuckles turned white, her small body trembling as she once again felt the bad atmosphere that her young mind couldn't properly comprehend…
After all, an Orphan child who suddenly became the Saintess can't be expected to both wade through wars while healing people and also understand the intricacies of Politics(Infighting) of humanity…
At the end of the hall, seated upon a throne that looked far too large for her, was Queen Minerva…
'Yup…
A full Golden Throne…
Definitely not a Good Sign…'
She was a woman who clung to her beauty as if it were a shield, her face painted with thick layers of powder…
'Seriously how much powder is required for a person to feel like she has become an Albino???
Another Negative Marking…
Though why doesn't she look like a Fairy???'
I thought and said since most Anime girls look extremely cute and even my wives are so…
[They weren't focused on by the Anime]
Huhhhh!!!???
[They do not have enough Talent for Mana and Magic]
Well this one is somewhat convincing…
[The powder they use has healing properties rather than a mixture of Lead containing substances]
A sign of being rich???
I thought as me and system had a brief Monologue…
To her right stood Princess Mixie, a girl who looked like a more arrogant, less capable version of Isabella, her chin tilted up in a permanent expression of distaste…
'Even the Expressions are the same…
Except her IQ feels slightly lacking…'
To the Queen's left, standing like a wall of scarred steel, was Royal Guard Captain Voltrex…
'Hmmm???
This guy???'
I felt strange while scanning the color of Voltrex's soul…
His hand never left the hilt of his massive broadsword, and his eyes—the only part of him that seemed alive—tracked Mu Zhong with a silent, predatory focus…
'Interesting…'
I stopped a respectful distance away…
I didn't drop to my knees…
I didn't lower my head…
I simply stood there, hands in my hoodie pockets, and gave a casual nod…
"Yo…
It's me…
The Hero," I said simply…
There was no need to say more and they didn't deserve more…
'But I wanted to see how it will go…
It will be fun either way…'
The silence that followed was heavy enough to crush a normal man…
Then, it was broken by the sharp, indignant gasp of a Minister standing near the dais—a man whose belly was far too round for a kingdom under siege…
"Insolence!!!" the Minister shrieked, his face turning a mottled purple…
'It's a Human???
I thought it was a Minotaur with all his muscles in his abdomen…'
I laughed internally without showing any emotions on the surface…
"You stand before the Light of the West, Queen Minerva!!!
You are a summoned tool, a commoner from another world, yet you dare stand tall???
Where is your bow???
Where is your gratitude for the mana we spent to pull you from whatever gutter you inhabited???"
"Look at him," another noble sneered, fanning himself with an ostrich-feather fan…
"He looks like a hillbilly who got lost on his way to a village festival…
Is that...
A sack with a hood???
And those shoes???
Truly, the Goddesses must be playing a joke on us…
We asked for a savior, and they sent us a pauper in black and white rags…"
Princess Mixie didn't hide her laughter…
Her voice was like breaking glass, sharp and grating…
"Mother, is this truly the best the ritual could do???
He has no armor…
No sword…
He doesn't even have a mana signature that I can detect…
He looks...
Weak…
Pathetic, even…
Are we sure we didn't accidentally summon a peasant's stable boy???"
I remained silent…
I didn't argue…
I didn't unleash a burst of killing intent to shut them up…
But inside me was a storm brewing that couldn't calm down…
'Ahhh the Face slapping Scene again…
When was it last time???
Maybe HOTD???
How great???
Summoned tool, A commoner, A sack with a hood, Shoes, pauper in black and white rags, No sword, no Armour, no Mana, Pathetic, Stable boy…
Hahahaha…
Simply Hilarious…
The inner me was laughing boisterously…
It's only missing No skills, no foundation, no Background, No Ancestors and no Techniques and this would become the most Classic Chinese Cultivator Young Master MC in the Dumps…
It's so exciting…
Is this the fun of collecting Defeat CG's???'
I thought excitedly as I merely looked around the room with a casual mentality, my eyes darting from the gilded gargoyles on the ceiling to the sweat beads on the Ministers' brows…
But they thought I was simply panicked from the constant pressure???
'Ohhhh???
Pressure???
Is this a calculated move???'
I thought as I secretly became alert for any tests or something though I would certainly beat them afterwards if it was since I refuse to allow these weaklings test me even if it's honesty…
I am not some Random Chinese MC who has to Undergo seven tests of Hell and then get a Legacy that comes attached with several ticking time bombs and old enemies by cause and effect…
And then slave away my life to find a few beautiful girls to save and so on…
Anyways I won't have any deficiency of Beautiful girls in the future…
So I don't need Vases…
Besides to me, this wasn't a court; It was simply Child's Play…
I was watching a group of ants argue about the color of their dirt while a giant's boot was hovering directly above their colony…
These guys are even more delusional than the Aldarp, I thought, a small, amused smirk playing on his lips…
'Twenty years of watching their neighbors turn into mud monsters, and they're still worried about whether or not I'm wearing a cape…
Fascinating…'
Captain Voltrex's eyes narrowed as he watched Mu Zhong's smirk…
He didn't speak, but his aura flickered—a warning that he recognized something the others didn't: the absolute, terrifying lack of fear in the boy's eyes…
And his gesture was captured by me…
No matter how alert, Voltrex was only an A-Ranker…
It was useless for him to be wary because he couldn't resist my aura alone…
But he was indeed interesting…
Much more interesting than these rice bags and Powdered Walls…
Queen Minerva finally raised a gloved hand, silencing the room…
She leaned forward, her jewels clinking softly…
She didn't look at Mu Zhong with hope; she looked at him as just another common Peasant…
"Enough," Minerva said, her voice practiced and cold…
"The Hero has traveled far…
If the Goddesses chose this... form, then we must graciously accept their wisdom…
Hero, I am Minerva…
I will overlook your lack of etiquette because the situation is…
Pressing…"
'Form???
Is she helping me or Provoking me???
And Etiquette???
Do you deserve it???'
I thought with interest…
She didn't wait for a response…
She didn't ask how I felt…
She leaned closer, her eyes darting toward the windows as if she the Gray Sky Beyond…