"Yeah, I heard His Majesty is only twenty‑one. Not only is he handsome, but his talent is off the charts—he already reached the Beast King realm really early!"
"Ah! His Majesty is so hot, I'm going to marry him! I'm going to marry His Majesty!"
"What are you howling like wolves and shrieking like ghosts for? With that look you think you can marry His Majesty? Of course His Majesty will like a beauty like me…"
"Tch, look at that horse face of yours and you still dare call yourself a beauty? Shameless."
"I think you're the shameless one. Dressed so shabby and you still dare come join the consort selection?"
"That's not necessarily true, okay? Maybe His Majesty just happens to like little homebody beauties like us!"
"True, we might as well give it a shot. Who knows, maybe we'll get picked to become His Majesty's consort!"
"Pah! With faces like yours, getting picked? That's absolutely impossible! I suggest you just go home, wash up, and sleep!"
"Damn! Don't look down on people!"
