I'm really a serious wizard.

Since the advent of intelligent life, war has never truly ceased.

Therefore, when the Federation mobilized troops, missiles, and ships, the changes were most noticeable in Gear City, which is located on the coast.

First, there were significantly fewer pedestrians; second, the shady food stalls that used to serve terrible food no longer appeared; and finally, Ron could clearly sense a tense atmosphere.

Three days had passed since the tunnel battle with the mistress, and it was now the second half of December.

Good news! Ron has grown a year older and is now a 17-year-old young man.

The bad news is that in this tense atmosphere, no one is celebrating his birthday.

After a good day's rest at the guesthouse in Gear City, Ron got up the next day feeling refreshed and began preparing for the negotiations.

In response, Verex, who was far away in the federal government, said he could teach him some unique negotiation skills.

Ron rejected this, because Vivian had already used those so-called negotiation techniques, and it seemed like she hadn't fully developed her cerebellum.

“Vellex, don’t worry, I have a secret trick.”

There was a crackling noise coming from the other end of the communicator, and after a while, the vampire's voice finally came through.

"Is that so? Then we'll wait and see. I have some things to take care of here. The meeting is tentatively scheduled for 1 p.m.."

After he finished speaking, the green light in the communication system dimmed, and the hissing interference disappeared at the same time.

Technology truly changes lives!
Ron admired it in his heart.

In the Kingdom of Oran, it would take an unknown amount of time for a magical owl to deliver a letter and receive a reply.

Ron wiped the sapphire ring on his finger and pulled out another communicator.

We've dealt with Lilvez; Velex has been rescued.

After a while.

Even if you fail, it's okay, you can come to the Elven Ancestral Land to hide from the wanted criminals.

【Wait a minute, who did you say you took care of?! Σ(°Д°;)】

[Madam, this is Lilves. Verex is still pulling strings, trying to convene members of parliament to renegotiate the war-related bills. He might send you a message later.]

【What! ! ! 】

In the land of the elves, beneath the World Tree.

Serandis suddenly stood up from the pool, completely unconcerned about the splashing waves it caused.

Are all the people of the Kingdom of Oran this brave?
How did you find Levi's true form?

【Madam, this involves confidentiality and I cannot provide details at this time.】

Upon reading the reply on the communicator, Serandis's pointed ears began to twitch involuntarily.

She had thought that dealing with Lilvis would require a long-term plan, but she never expected that the shadow that had shrouded the Federation for thousands of years would be resolved so easily.

It hasn't even been a week!
An indescribable joy welled up in the Elf Queen's heart, but when she recalled her discouraging words to the other party, she couldn't help but feel ashamed.

Shaking his head, which was covered in long golden hair, Serandis forced himself to calm down and quickly typed:

Would you like to attend the elven birth ceremony? There are far more women than men among the elves.

After typing half of the message, Serandis pursed his lips, deleted it all, and replied in a serious tone:
[I understand, thank you. I will vehemently reject any proposals regarding war.]

By the way, do you have a girlfriend? I have a few nice junior colleagues.

-

"Well done, Ron, you even got someone to introduce you to some good juniors."

"Elves are a race with many advantages except for their small population. How about we ask the Elf Queen to arrange a few for you?"

They've arranged a few more. I'm afraid if I reply, you'll beat me to death.
Faced with such a potentially disastrous question, Ron, no longer a novice, naturally wouldn't risk his life.

He smiled and looked at Olivia, who had appeared behind him unnoticed, and said sincerely:

"President, I prefer you, despite your many flaws, to an elf who is all virtues."

What a genius I am!

Ron thought to himself.

There are two advantages to expressing loyalty in this way.

First, it creates a stark contrast.

Disliking the excellent and instead liking the mediocre subtly expresses the subordinate's admiration for the leader.

Second, be the leader's dog.

Even though his leader had many flaws, Ron remained loyal to him, subtly demonstrating his unwavering devotion.

This is absolutely perfect!

Olivia was stunned for a moment when she heard this, and didn't understand what it meant.

Only after repeating it once did she realize something was wrong, and she punched Ron on the head.

"Damn it, do I even have any flaws?!"

Ron was still the same Ron, even after being baptized by the "Mother of Mercy," he still always contradicted her for no reason.

Hmph, you should be grateful to have a boss like me. If it were anyone else, your mouth would have been sewn shut long ago!
The black-haired woman rolled her eyes, sat down on a chair to the side, crossed her legs, and sulked to herself.

That violent woman is awful!
If you're so capable, spank me! Hitting my head isn't a real skill!

Ron was resentful, feeling that he, a smart man, was completely out of place in the world.

After glancing at the lavishly decorated hotel room, Ron asked in confusion:

"President, where is Miss Elena?"

You bastard, asking about another woman's whereabouts in front of me?!
Hearing this, the black-haired woman clenched her fists, her beautiful fox-like eyes scanning Ron up and down. She puffed out her chest and earnestly advised him:

"Ron, I'm not saying you shouldn't find more partners."

"But at your age, having too many partners isn't good for your physical development. Isn't having me, the president, enough, huh?"

With a single glance from those captivating, beautiful fox-like eyes, the little fish felt his heart skip a beat.

He gently inhaled the peach fragrance that filled the air, then glanced at the handsome woman who was looking at him with a half-smile.

Her slender figure is complemented by long, supple legs with a near-perfect curve.

At that moment, Ron felt his blood surging and rushing straight toward his head.

How could my student council president be so cute!?

His face flushed, he shook his golden-haired head, and even his voice became much more hesitant.

"President, that's not what I meant."

"I need your help with the afternoon's parliamentary session."

Olivia said "Oh," rested her chin on her hand, and said with a smile:

"Elena hasn't gotten up yet. If I remember correctly, she should have stayed with your nun last night, right?"

"Tsk tsk tsk"

Upon hearing this, Ron's lips twitched, and he immediately got up and rushed to the next room.

He had some doubts about whether Olivia had already discussed it with Elena.
With the latter stealing his girlfriend every day, the former could reap the benefits while getting rid of the witch's daily harassment.

-

afternoon.

"Gentlemen, this is my proposal: ending the war would be beneficial for everyone!"

On the tower in the heart of the City of All Nations, a fierce war of words was drawing to a close.

Verex abandoned his usual elegant style and transformed into a passionate troll, engaging in a heated debate with the senator.

The end times are coming, and starting a war at this point will only lead to self-destruction. However, it's clear that not everyone will listen to his advice.

“Vellex, as far as I know, your vetting process should not have been completed.”

"At this time, you should be in Wind Tower Prison."

The black-haired werewolf was the first to attack.

The Wind Tower Prison was silently destroyed in a natural disaster, and no news of it has been received from the outside world to this day.

The jailer who went to stop the nun was also not spared.

Verex remained completely unfazed by this.

“Congressman Hank, if you have any questions, you can ask the Speaker and see if he has any comments on this.”

“As long as the review order is not issued, I am a legitimate federal congressman.”

Yes, you can go ahead and ask, but you're unlikely to get an answer.

Verex thought to himself.

Has this guy already been taken in by the Speaker as his dog?

The werewolf named Hank felt a chill in his heart; he instinctively sensed that something was amiss.

"War has been mobilized, the Federation's research institutes are already working on modifying ships, and the soldiers are well prepared for mobilization and propaganda."

"You think you can just quit like that? Verex, can you afford the Federation's losses?"

The werewolf said viciously.

"Damn Ace's beard! Verex, don't mess around! We haven't received the final payment for the weapons from Forgehammer yet!"

At that moment, the dwarf councilor jumped up, as if kicking Verex hard in the knee.

"That's right, the mobilization has already begun, and we can't stop it easily."

Numerous more members of Congress expressed their opposition, and even those who had initially abstained from voting were now trying to dissuade Verexs out of consideration for the interests of the federal government.

Mr. Vampire showed absolutely no anger; instead, after the congressman finished expressing his views, he smiled and said:
"I think you should talk to the person involved about this."

party?
The black-haired werewolf senator who advocated war was taken aback.

Could this kid have betrayed us and defected to the enemy?!
Before he could ask any questions, he suddenly saw Verex pull out a series of high-definition projection devices from his briefcase, which were the latest products from the Magic Research Institute.

With a gentle press of the switch, accompanied by a faint magical fluctuation, a close-up photo of a handsome young man appeared first.

The background is a continuous mountain range, with chaotic background noise accompanied by a strange sound.

"I presume you are all members of the federal council?"

"I have admired you for a long time."

Ron glanced around and greeted everyone politely.

The werewolf senator's eyelids twitched, and he suddenly remembered this person's information.

At a young age, he was already the pope of the largest sect in the Kingdom of Oran, with a status equal to that of the king, and was also the leader of this delegation.

“Lord Ron, we have heard of you before.”

"If you're here to stop the Federation's war mobilization... I advise you to save your breath."

"The Federation doesn't play that game of worshipping gods."

The werewolf senator launched the first attack, then quickly changed the subject, saying:

"Of course, we still respect you. Perhaps there will be opportunities for cooperation between us?"

Now that things have come to this, he can't care about anything else; he only has two choices left.

First, we must fight to the death and never retreat.

Secondly, they tried to win the other party over to guide them.

As for withdrawing troops... then all his efforts to mobilize soldiers would have been in vain.

"That's right, to tell you the truth, no one can stop the Federation's bill. We haven't received the final payment for the forged hammer weapons yet, so we won't accept your peace talks!"

The dwarf senator jumped onto the table, pointing indignantly at Ron's projection.

"For the glory of the orc tribe, our warriors will not become cowards because of your words."

Seeing someone taking the lead, the dark green-skinned orc councilor also stood up and shouted his own slogan.

The other councilors watched coldly, leaving only Verex and Serandis with slightly furrowed brows.

Ron was at a disadvantage from the very beginning of the negotiations, which made the two veterans feel uneasy.

Just as they were about to speak, interrupting the werewolf, dwarf, and orc councilors, they suddenly saw Ron on the projection screen show a hint of apology, and even pretend to shed a few tears.

"I'm sorry, I'm not here to talk about war, but to offer my sincere apologies."

Apologize?

That's it?

Hmph, I'm afraid the apology is just a pretense; he's probably just scared out of his wits!
Upon hearing this, the werewolf councilor's lips curled into a smile.

He hadn't expected that just a few scare words would make the young pope on the other side cry so bitterly.

With such an opponent, the Federation is bound to win every battle. How could that idiot Verex possibly try to stop the war?

Foolish, utterly foolish!
"What do you want to apologize for? Tell me."

"I think the Federation will accept your apology."

As he spoke, the werewolf councilor shrugged at the other councilors, feigning nonchalance.

Seeing this, Ron gave a polite, apologetic smile.

Just as he was about to apologize, a loud bang interrupted his speech.

On the large screen projection, the mountains that served as the background suddenly trembled and then rose more than a meter in height.

The reason why it's so easy to tell is because Ron's positioning was very clever, showcasing the scene in a way that wasn't abrupt at all.

Before the members of the Federal Parliament could react, the blond boy's face immediately showed a look of panic.

He raised the projection equipment and ran while shouting:
"Ms. Olivia, please stop fighting! We don't have the money to pay for this!"

Ouch——

As he shouted, Ron tripped over his own feet and fell to the ground. The projection equipment, quite coincidentally, rolled to a specific angle, capturing the entire scene of a black-haired woman lifting a mountain peak.

"Ron, stop talking nonsense! Today I'm going to teach that witch a lesson!"

Olivia, exuding domineering aura, snorted coldly and swung her arm, instantly throwing a mountain more than 100 kilometers away.

boom--

A deafening roar erupted from the projected image, accompanied by a violent tremor that shook the entire building and caused the projection equipment to vibrate uncontrollably.
It revealed the surrounding landscape, which stretched as far as the eye could see, filled with fissures, deep valleys, lava, frost, and collapsed peaks.

The tremor lasted for more than a minute, and the federal congressmen's eyelids twitched for more than a minute as well.

Finally, Ron straightened up the projection equipment and appeared in front of the camera with an apologetic look on his face.

"Ahem, you've all seen it, haven't you? I'm sorry for damaging the terrain of your Federation like this."

“I told her not to litter the mountain peaks, but she just wouldn’t listen.”

At this point, Ron stomped his feet and sighed, looking quite annoyed.

"Sorry, I didn't bring much money with me on this trip. Why don't you rob some more money from the Oran Continent when you start the war?"

"Consider this compensation!"

Looking at the apologetic-looking boy on the projection screen, the atmosphere in the federal conference room was eerily silent. (End of Chapter)