"It's my first time standing on the stage of this world, so I'm a bit nervous."
Josiah looked down at the medal awarded to him by the man in gray.
The medal was a bit heavy, and there was an old man's head engraved on it.
Josiah didn't put the medal away carefully like the previous winner. Instead, he threw it into the air. The golden medal glowed in the air, and after spinning a few times, Josiah caught it firmly.
Everyone's eyes were focused on the medal in Josiah's hand.
"Before I express my opinion, it seems that many people here are wondering why I can stand here. Or to put it more bluntly, as a 'cruel' demon, why am I qualified to take this honor."
Josiah held the medal with both hands and pointed it at where the nobles of the Land of Frost were sitting. There was a knight who had already stood up from his seat. If it wasn't for the fact that his sword was taken away by the enforcer Noland, he might have already made a move.
"I'll tell you a very simple and direct reason." Josiah leaned against the podium of the award ceremony. This action looked like Josiah was chatting with everyone present.
"It's a very simple reason. It's because I have the same intelligence and learning ability as humans, and I also know what courtesy is."
Josiah said until here and pointed at the knight again.
Although the knight had been forced back to his seat by the middle-aged man next to him, his expression was unconvinced no matter how one looked at it.
"And where did your impression of the cruel and barbaric demons come from?" Josiah pointed at the direction of the Kingdom of Saint again. The faces of the bishops present became very ugly, and Josiah noticed a petite figure sitting in the corner of the Kingdom of Saint. "From the scriptures of the Kingdom of Saint, from the lies of the people who have never even come into contact with the demons."
"Are you defending the crimes that your demons have committed against humans in the past?" A voice sounded from the seats of the Kingdom of Saint.
"Excuse … excuse, alright, I admit it's an excuse." Josiah directly acknowledged the voice's doubts, which left the other party speechless. "After all, our race has been at war with the Land of Frost for a long time, and we have killed countless humans."
What Josiah said next was also beyond the expectations of many people. The nobles who were hostile to the demons did not expect that Josiah would compromise so quickly, but in the next second, Josiah rotated the medal in his hand and asked another question.
"But how many humans have you killed?"
Silence once again spread throughout the entire Crystal Palace. Josh looked into the eyes of many of the humans present, and very few of them dared to look him in the eye. However, some of the humans who were particularly hostile toward demons were glaring at Josh with vicious expressions on their faces.
"This is just sophistry!"
Finally, someone spoke angrily.
"Sophistry, alright, I don't really understand your war history." Josiah shrugged and did not intend to argue with the other party. "But I think you know why the Land of Frost and the Kingdom of Saint 'attacked' the Demon Realm."
Josiah emphasized the word 'attack', which stimulated the hearts of some of the irascible people present.
"It was you who invaded first …"
"Apologies for interrupting the award presenter's speech. Mr. Josiah, please continue."
A female voice interrupted the rebuttal from the Kingdom of Saint. Josiah glanced at the figure sitting in the corner. Although the other party's face was covered with a veil, Josiah could recognize her just from her figure.
Saintess Heroria.
"This is all I want to say about your views on the Demon Realm. I reckon that no matter how much I emphasize that our race came here with a friendly purpose, some people will not believe me."
Josiah placed the medal in his hand on the podium and stood behind the podium. He used the amplification magic circle below the podium to make his voice clearer.
"So I will go straight to the point! I'm the creator of the Weave. Although I've started a class on the construction of the Weave in Ruhrsk High Magic Academy, I'm the only one who can provide the services of the Weave. So, I'll take this opportunity to advertise. Kings and lords of various countries, if you're interested in the Weave and want to introduce it to your country or territory, you can find me for a discussion. I'll give you a reasonable price and let you enjoy the world created by the Weave in your territory. That's the end of my thoughts. "
After Josiah said all this, he opened his hands to indicate that they could applaud. However, no one applauded for Josiah.
This sudden advertisement was too unexpected, and they couldn't react in time.
This was the highest level of honor for humans!
"Uh … Everyone should be applauding here, right?" Josiah immediately reminded them in order to alleviate this awkward situation.
At first, Hiri, who sat in the front row and entered as a disciple of the purple clothed ones, was the first to applaud. The next second, the dwarves in the back of the first row clapped even louder than the humans.
Behind them were the seats of the Falosi nobles. Lady Sizer even stood up to express her position. At the same time, Josiah also saw his elder sister Cersei sitting next to Lady Sizer.
This was the first time Josiah saw Cersei's expression of gratitude and gratitude. If the Dark Elf Qianmian was here, she would have recorded this scene.
What surprised Josiah was that the nobles of the Iron Nation also applauded for Josiah. This was equivalent to expressing their position of support for the Demon Realm.
"What's your true purpose?"
A text message suddenly popped up from Josiah's Weave. The person who sent the message was the Frost Owl.
"My purpose, of course, is world peace." Josiah also quickly gave her an answer.
"Can I trust you?"
The Frost Owl sent another new message.
"My answer is of course, but the judgment is still up to you, Your Majesty Frost Owl," Josiah replied.
The next moment, Josiah received an owl nodding emoji.
Soon, Josiah caught a lonely applause at the location of the Land of Frost. It was the king of the Land of Frost, Cheil.
Her applause was very conspicuous in front of the silent nobles of the Land of Frost.
The nobles looked at the king in disbelief. Some of them chose to follow the king and applaud the great creator, while others chose to remain silent.
There were also guests from the Kingdom of Linhai, Great Xia, and some countries that Josiah couldn't name. Under the lead of the Iron Nation, they were not stingy with their applause.
As for the most stubborn Kingdom of Saint, Josiah's gaze once again turned to the girl sitting in the corner.
Heroria's performance was very subtle. She just put her hands on her chest and gently patted it twice. With his eyesight, Josiah could clearly see the smile under her veil.
"Thank you, everyone!"
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