After Elder Xilin apologized, Maggie didn't press the matter further. The elder who announced the seating rankings smiled awkwardly and then continued the ceremony.
But this is just the calm before the storm.
The greed suppressed beneath the so-called outward respect had already been exposed through her filthy skin, almost flowing to her feet and soiling her shoes.
Maggie put on an interested expression and listened with great interest as the seats gradually approached the top five.
Finally, when it came to the second seat, the elder, who had been looking very serious, glanced at Maggie several times before slowly uttering a name.
"Second seat, High-level Mage Huiya."
As soon as he finished speaking, many eyes fell on Maggie and Nesser. Anyone who had participated in the competition knew that the two elves accompanying Maggie were Huiya and Nesser.
If Huiya is confirmed as the second seat, then who will become the first seat?
Huiya, who was originally standing among the elves, also suddenly changed her expression. Although she was secretly praying that she could get a seat, she could still tell whether it was good or bad because of the benefits brought to her by the distinguished guests.
This situation is clearly disrespectful to Maggie.
Her expression was visibly panicked, and she tried several times to raise her questions, but her parents behind her stopped her each time.
"Huiya, you need to be more sensible."
"You must not disobey the elders."
Huiya's parents were able to live in the Green Forest, which naturally meant they had a place in the previous Forest Spirit Competition. They gave birth to Huiya in the Green Forest and had close relationships with the elders and high-ranking members of the Elf Clan. Perhaps one day they will inherit the position of elder.
Therefore, there is no doubt that they were aware of what was happening with Maggie.
The interests of the elves are aligned, so when they see Huiya attempting to resist, they will only shout and rebuke him.
"Father! Mother!"
Huiya was filled with resentment, but she couldn't defy her parents.
She looked at Maggie with guilt, but Maggie didn't look in her direction at all. Instead, she stared at the elder announcing the seats with a half-smile. Originally, Maggie was surrounded by a gentle and holy aura, but now she was like a drawn sword, flashing with a captivating sharpness.
Huiya was slightly taken aback. She had originally wanted to find an opportunity to seek justice for her distinguished guest, but now she inexplicably felt that her guest didn't seem to need it.
Time ticked by, and the first seat, which should have been announced as scheduled, was still not revealed. The elder frequently glanced at the middle-aged elf who had just come out. He was now sitting next to the elven chieftain, with an expression similar to Maggie's, almost like someone watching a show.
"Oh dear, it seems there's a slight problem with the seating arrangement. Your Highness, do you have anything to say about this?"
His voice was slightly rough, making him sound like a cheerful elf, but his slightly narrowed triangular eyes didn't make him look like a kind guy at all.
By deliberately addressing Maggie as Her Highness the Saint, it was as if to remind her of her status.
Maggie smiled, but instead of answering his question, she asked thoughtfully.
"As a distinguished guest of the Elven race, shouldn't I have the right to know your name and position? You didn't introduce yourself and came up to ask me such a rude question. It seems that your Elven race's etiquette is nothing special."
Her expression was inscrutable. Although she had a smile on her lips, the smile did not reach her eyes. Coldness was etched into her bones, and now it was being released without reservation, which made people feel uneasy.
Being able to sit next to the clan leader indicates that he is either rich or noble. He is younger than the other elders and his face is full of cunning, making him a difficult elf to deal with.
The higher one's status, the more one cares about trivial etiquette. Maggie's words were a blatant mockery of his lack of manners.
Sure enough, the middle-aged elf's face suddenly darkened, and his gaze at Maggie, which had been feigning friendliness, became increasingly sinister.
That's right, it was cold and gloomy, not at all the feeling an elf should give off.
Maggie stood there facing him, and neither of them spoke for a long time. It was only when Elder Xilin saw that the atmosphere was becoming increasingly tense that he spoke up to explain.
"This is our clan's high priest, Pullman. It's normal that you haven't met him before, esteemed guest. He usually stays in the treehouse deepest in the Green Forest, responsible for delivering the forest god's divine pronouncements."
Upon hearing the name 'Pullman,' Maggie's heart skipped a beat, and after a moment, a playful expression appeared on her face.
She had seen this name in comics, and more than once.
It was him.
That's really... hilarious. It turns out the entire Elf race are clowns.
At this moment, Maggie's desire to laugh reached its peak. She had been a little angry, but because of 'Pullman', it had diminished considerably.
However, this does not mean that she will treat other elves well; sometimes stupidity is a sin.
"Oh, I see. So it seems that Your Highness has heard the oracle of the Forest God?"
Maggie despises charlatans. The Forest God has been asleep for countless years, and even his reincarnated human form is standing beside her. If the High Priest were to utter any divine pronouncements, things would get very interesting.
“Oh dear, Your Highness, your words make us seem disrespectful to the gods. However... the Forest God did indeed bestow a divine decree upon the priesthood, but it was a thousand years ago.”
"I only learned this because I followed my teacher's last words."
High Priest Pullman was initially joking and laughing, but he quickly changed his tone, his face turning serious, and a glint of light flashed in his eyes as he looked at Maggie.
"so?"
Maggie gently raised her chin, signaling him to continue. She was curious to see what kind of nonsense this High Priest—no, the High Priest who was about to become a ghost—could come up with.
"Since you are a friend of the Forest God and a distinguished guest who has done great favors for the Elf race, you will surely lend a helping hand when the Elf race is about to face disaster, won't you?"
He evaded the question, digging a big pit to lure Maggie into falling into, but Maggie wasn't buying it at all.
"That depends on whether the elves are worth saving now. I doubt the Forest God would agree to let me save you if he saw how you treated me."
Maggie's sarcasm was completely undisguised, and as for why she brought up the forest god again...
Well, he won't be able to regain his memories anytime soon. Once he gets his godhood back, he probably won't care about a nobody like her anymore.
Maggie silently comforted herself, while secretly glancing at Nesser.
Nesser didn't understand Maggie's thoughts and stood obediently in place waiting, but his eyes were dark and a heavy atmosphere surrounded him, so it was impossible to know what he was thinking.
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