I'm really a serious wizard.

Chapter 279 When have I, Olivia, ever suffered such humiliation? (Part 2)

"Gentlemen, I love war."

"The people of Oran are foolish and ignorant; they need us to save them from the damned King's Game and their childish dogma."

"Look at their mental state, numb, hopeless about the future, and destined to never be free."

Inside the metal-clad hall, a projection appeared on a large screen in the center of a round table.

The screen displays the memories of a naval officer named Horst about the Kingdom of Oran.

The secret council had been going on for an hour, with the ten members arguing endlessly.

Some supported the war, some remained silent, and others openly opposed it.

The black-haired werewolf, dressed in a respectable uniform, surveyed the surroundings and slowly exhaled a breath of stale air, saying:

"The Federation is full of goodwill towards all forces. Our actions are not about destruction, but about salvation."

As the philosopher Holrem said, destruction is the beginning of new life, and war is the ladder of progress.

Before the werewolf could finish speaking, he was abruptly interrupted by a light and melodious voice.

"Congressman Hank, did your philosophy come from a gym teacher?"

"That statement has a second part: 'Those who start wars are never innocent, no matter what banner they fly.'"

Even when the Elf Queen attends the council, she still wears a metal avatar, exuding an aura of composure and ease.

This is the style of the federation, a bloated system that has survived for over a thousand years.

Let alone starting a war, even on a trivial matter, the eleven members of parliament would argue endlessly.
They wouldn't be satisfied until they were exchanging insults and cursing each other out.

However, Serantis sensed something was very wrong with this council meeting.

She twitched her distinctive elf-like pointed ears, feeling that the proposals concerning war had been laid out far too smoothly and effortlessly.

"I agree. The goblin soldiers are ready at any time. We are going to break the feudal system of the Oran continent."

“Seize their nobles and priests and put them on public trial.”

"I'm going to have those noblewomen and nuns come and serve the goblins... cough cough cough, sorry, I just said it offhand!"

Harrison twisted his body comically, as if trying to jump onto the chair to press the "agree" button in front of him.

But just then, he suddenly felt a gaze piercing his back like a needle.

That was the lofty Elf Queen, whose indifferent gaze seemed to pin the goblin to the spot.

Harrison swallowed hard, his finger hovering in mid-air.

Elves are undoubtedly the noblest race, especially since the queen before him is the queen of all elves, someone a goblin like him cannot compare to.

Normally, he would have considered the consequences of offending the other party, but after thinking about the instructions of that person, he gritted his teeth and pressed the "agree" button.

1/0 in favor, 0 against
That guy shouldn't have opened the door to adding another senator in the first place.
Although Harrison's seat on the parliament was bought with money, nobody in parliament liked him, and he couldn't get anything done.

But it has undeniably diluted the voting rights of other members of parliament.

"I agree."

The pure black werewolf pressed the button, and the vote count on the screen instantly changed to:
2/0 in favor, 0 against
"I agree."

At that moment, another rough voice came from behind.

"Hehehe, Serandis, my queen, don't blame me. Forgehammer doesn't want war either, but what can I do? Forgehammer is an arms dealer."

"I'll pursue you after the war is over; I won't for now!"

The speaker was a dwarf councilor who was only taller than a goblin.

He was always passionately pursuing Thranduil, the elven queen who was hundreds of years older than him and fifty centimeters taller.

This bold pursuit began in his great-grandfather's generation and has been passed down from generation to generation.

3/0 in favor, 0 against
There are 11 members in the parliament. After removing Verex, there are 10 votes left.

With the number of votes in favor nearing half, even Serandis couldn't help but feel the pressure.

"Gentlemen, war is not the way to solve all problems. We can open up trade routes and pursue colonial claims. There is no need to resort to such violent means."

After some deliberation, the Elf Queen stated her interests, which immediately drew the agreement of another councilor.

“That’s right, Serantis is right, and are you really so sure that the Kingdom of Oran has no strong individuals?”

"Although their army is easily defeated, powerful individuals can still inflict considerable losses on us."

This was a refined and cultured demon with deep red, almost black skin, who seemed indifferent to the war.

Damn it, in the blink of an eye, a whole sea area is frozen over. Are there really such fierce people rushing to deliver themselves to the ground?

Since receiving the information from the illegitimate daughter, the demon councilor has abandoned the idea of ​​participating in the war.

Although military rations and other food supplies can make the food processing industry, and even the world of bizarre cuisine, a fortune.
But you have to be alive to enjoy it, right?

If such a formidable figure were to launch a decapitation strike, not to mention anything else, just the fact that the entire capital city could be frozen would leave everyone present in dire straits.

No, no, I have to slip away right after the meeting.
"I abstain," the demon councilor said.

3/0 in favor, 0 against.

Abstain?
This was not unexpected for Serantis, but the abstention of one councilor did not improve the situation.
This has instead led to the remaining votes having an increasingly larger share of power.

"I agree!"

Just then, a muffled voice came from behind.

It was an orc with dark green skin, and as for why he agreed, Thranduil himself could guess the answer.

War is much faster than buying money for free.

Orcs are the most unstable and violent special group in the Federation.

4 votes in favor, 0 vote against, and 1 abstentions.

Five members of parliament remained present but did not vote.
Unless everyone rejects the proposal for war, otherwise...
"I object!"

With this in mind, the Elf Queen Serantis cast her vote.

Of course, this does not mean that the elves are all compassionate and saintly.

Serandis was simply feeling inexplicably guilty.

Perhaps it was because she failed to protect her mentor a thousand years ago that she doesn't want to see anything related to her teacher harmed.

But one person's strength is ultimately not enough to turn the tide.

"I abstain."

4 votes in favor, 1 vote against, and 2 abstentions.

"I also abstain."

"Same as above."

"Abstain."

The remaining halflings, goblins, dwarves, and beastmen also cast their solemn votes.

These lawmakers have relatively weak racial influence, and some even rely on other races to survive.
Therefore, one should not throw things randomly in such situations.

4 votes in favor, 1 vote against, and 5 abstentions.

As expected. In the end, it was just wishful thinking on my part.

Even though the continent of Oran is the teacher's homeland, these races that have survived thanks to her kindness still have no intention of letting her go.

That's disgusting, that's disgusting, that's disgusting!

At this moment, Serandis felt as if his mechanical body was crawling with insects, and he felt a slight physical discomfort.

The war plan was approved without any surprise.

That's how the Federation works; one second they might treat you as a friend, and the next they might treat you as an enemy.

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Disconnected from the remote puppet, Thranduil awoke from within a colossal World Tree.
She paused, momentarily stunned, then took out a backup secret communication device. [The war resolution has passed: 4 in favor, 1 against, 5 abstentions.]

[Lilvis did not appear; he seemed to already know that this would be the final outcome.]

Even if he does appear, it will be difficult to track his location, because Lilvis, like me, uses a remotely connected puppet.

This is also why she doesn't think Ron will succeed in rescuing Verex.

With only five people, or six including Vivian, how can they possibly fight against the Federation, a massive community of interests?

Abandoning Verex and preserving the strength of our own side is the optimal solution.

After a moment's thought, the Elf Queen tapped her fingers repeatedly, continuing to send messages in Elvish.

[There's likely danger at Wind Tower Prison. Lilvis should know you're among the strongest on the Oran Continent, so he probably wants to keep you here.]

If you encounter danger, you can seek refuge with the elves for a while.

Five minutes after the communication was sent—

"Yes, no need for you to trouble yourself."

Upon receiving the reply, Serandis frowned slightly, and the image of the somewhat impulsive and easily angered black-haired woman came to mind.

"She's probably Ron Griffith's subordinate."

To be honest, Thranduil has only met Ron and his group twice so far.

Since it was always Ron who spoke to her, it's understandable that people would make such a guess.

What she couldn't understand was that with war about to begin and the entire Federation ready to fight against them,

What makes her so calm?
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"Olivia, calm down!!!"

"Put the mountain down quickly, listen to me, put it down now!"

In the wilderness, just a few hundred kilometers from the capital of all nations, a black-haired woman knelt on the ground, her arms radiating an indomitable divine light.

With a mere flick of her wrist, she lifted up a series of loess mountain ranges behind her.

With a loud bang, the entire mountain range was lifted up by the black-haired woman, as if she was about to throw it out.

This scene made the witch break out in a cold sweat, and she lay on the ground with her big butt sticking out, dragging Olivia's leg along with her.

"Hmph, calm down?"

"How can they bully people like this?"

"When they came to visit, we treated them to good food and drink, but when we come here, not only do we not receive them properly, they want to start a war?!"

Since becoming a legend, when has Olivia Roittar ever suffered such humiliation?

Even when dealing with that old man, Cyrus VII, she repeatedly came to provoke him.

Hearing this, Elena clicked her tongue inwardly, grasped the crux of the matter, and directly asked:
"What if they treat you to good food and drinks?"

"Well, I think it would be better to talk about it first."

The black-haired woman responded seriously.

Perhaps realizing that this was inappropriate, she quickly added:

"This is respect and courtesy."

"They don't respect me, isn't that a slap in the face?"

You think you know anything about etiquette?

Elena sneered inwardly, but ultimately didn't dare to say it aloud.

After all, during the six months she spent with Olivia, she felt that the other woman was becoming increasingly perverted.

Having only acquired the divinity of power for a short time, less than half a month, she was already able to make initial use of it. This made the witch, who was stuck at the threshold of demigod, feel the gap between people.

In Ron's words, Olivia was like she had a cheat code.

After thinking for a moment, Elena sighed, "Olivia, we're here to solve the root of the problem. Even if you overturn the entire capital of all nations, you still won't be able to get rid of that Speaker."

"Finding his location is what we need to do; then all the problems will be solved."

Upon hearing this, Olivia's beautiful fox-like eyes glanced at the witch's eyes, and she snorted coldly:

"Why go through all that trouble? Why not just kill them all?"

"That's called striking first!"

"If we can't find him in one city, we'll go to the next. I refuse to believe that we can turn the entire continent upside down and still not find that bastard!"

"Turn over" is a verb in its literal sense.

Hey, we're the good guys, you're going a bit too far!
The witch was shocked, never expecting Olivia to be so ruthless.

Just as she was about to say something, she heard her friend say again:

“Elena, you and Ron seem to have misunderstood something. Peace is won through fighting, not by prolonging it through internal strife within the enemy.”

"Why has the Stardust Society stood firm? It's all thanks to my hard work, punch by punch."

Upon hearing this, the witch was taken aback.

Although I felt that Olivia was a bit extreme and her methods were rather clumsy, she did indeed point out the crux of the problem.

How could she have such a brain? Who taught her that?
"But that would kill a lot of people!"

Elena continued to persuade her friend, not wanting her to bear a heavy psychological burden and feel guilty for the rest of her life.

Unexpectedly, the dashing president snorted again:

"Those goblins, gnomes, and orcs, are they even considered human?"

Elena was taken aback by such a confident statement.

So, it turns out they didn't consider those alien races as human beings, which is why they came up with the city-destroying tactic?
you guy
“Olivia, that’s racist.”

In fact, Olivia came to the Federation with the intention of friendly exchange.

As for those alien races, she felt that there must be both good and bad people among them.

Therefore, we cannot judge all different races with a superficial perspective.
Be polite and don't embarrass the people of Oran when you're out and about.

But now—

"That's right, I'm a racist!"

What can you do to me?
what?
There wasn't a trace of guilt on the president's refined yet heroic face.

"."

Fine
The witch was speechless for a moment. She knew that Olivia was telling the truth, but the real reason was that Ron had encountered danger.

The energy generated by that magical artifact capable of controlling natural disasters could not escape the perception of a demigod.

It should be noted that Wind Tower Prison is only half a day's journey from the City of All Nations.

However, Verex needs someone to rescue him, and bait is needed to lure Lilvis into making a move.
Therefore, a nominal mission representative is the most suitable candidate.

"Olivia, don't worry, the little one has divine power protecting him, he'll be fine."

"Even though you can't see inside the storm, you still have to trust him."

Hearing the witch's comforting words, the black-haired woman's slightly agitated heart was somewhat relieved. She put the mountain range she had created back in place and ruffled her long, beautiful hair.

"So, how much longer do we have to wait?"

"Hmm~ I think it should be soon, after all, on this continent, you can't avoid Him."

Before Elena could finish speaking, she suddenly heard a "gurgling" sound.

And they sensed that something was observing them from an unseen place.

(End of this chapter)