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Marcus:  Seeing Roswaal next to Emilia, Marcus, the master of ceremonies, bowed his head with a weighty look. “Then, Lady Emilia, and Lord Roswaal L. Mathers, if you please…”
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Roswaal:  “Yes, yeees. Myyy, following in the footsteps of all these knights, I feel so teeerribly out of place.” He prodded Emilia with an “Am I?”
human
Roswaal:  He earned no reaction. A normal response may have been too much to hope for given her tension from moments before. Roswaal’s insensitivity rubbed Subaru’s nerves even rawer. But he instantly set even those strong feelings aside a moment later.
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Emilia:  “Members of the Council of Elders, it is my pleasure to meet you for the first time. My name is Emilia. I have no family name. Please, simply call me Emilia.” Her name, spoken with a voice clear as a bell, seemed to engrave itself upon the very hearts of all present. Her voice did not quaver, and she gazed forward, steady and strong. Subaru had to wonder where all that anxiety from a moment ago had gone. Emilia, stating her name before the Council of Elders, was not to be outmatched by the other candidates whatsoever.
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Roswaal:  “And I am the humble man nominating Lady Emilia, Roswaal L. Mathers, bearing the rank of Marquis. We are grateful for the Council of Elders’ valuable time.”
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Miklotov:  Miklotov stroked his beard while directing where the conversation should proceed. “Mmmm. So she is nominated, not by the Knights of the Royal Guard, but by the Court Magician. I would very much like to hear the details of why this is so.” Miklotov gave Emilia a penetrating once-over.
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Miklotov:  To Roswaal, he continued, “Please provide us details about the candidate Lady Emilia, including her lineage.”
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Roswaal:  “Understood. First, though I believe all present are well aware, I shall begin with the circumstances of Lady Emilia’s biiirth. As you can see from her lovely silver hair, her skin so pale one can nearly see through her, violet eyes that seem to capture the very soul, and her voice, like a silver bell, one echoing unforgettably in the ears, even in one’s dreams. As you well know, these enchanting qualities are proof that elven blood flows through Lady Emilia’s veins.”
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Bordeaux:  A bald old man sitting among the Council of Elders interrupted Roswaal’s explanation. “And the other half of her blood is human—in other words, she is a half-elf?” A vein bulged on the large-framed old man’s forehead, hatred in his eyes shooting through Emilia as he spat out, “How dare you. Have you no shame, bringing this silver-haired half-demon filth before the royal throne?”
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Miklotov:  “Mr. Bordeaux, your words go too far.”
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Bordeaux:  “Mr. Miklotov, do you not understand? A silver-haired half-demon with an appearance matching the Witch of Jealousy as handed down by the old tales! She once consumed half of the world; she leads all living things to despair, chaos, and annihilation!