I'm really a serious wizard.

Ron is a moral and polite man who has transcended vulgar tastes.

He firmly believed that the distrust between people in this world could be mitigated in some way.

Just like now.

When landmarks of such magnitude as mountains and lakes were easily lifted by a single hand, all the members of the Federal Council, whether advocating war or peace, fell silent.

I'm terrified!!!

When he saw that all he could see was scorched earth, and Ron's apologetic expression, he realized that the world around him was a wasteland.

The werewolf councilor nodded politely and returned a forced, elegant smile.

"Brother, we're friendly neighbors, talking about compensation is too formal~"

I still prefer your defiant attitude from just now.
Upon hearing this, Ron's lips twitched, and the enthusiasm in his eyes intensified.

"Sir, this is too much trouble!"

"Why don't you give me your home address, name, and the workplaces of your wife and children, and I'll personally come to apologize?"

Don't come over here!

The werewolf with its stiff, black fur caught its breath, a sense of urgency and threat welling up inside it.

Frankly speaking, blasting mountains to pieces, drying up rivers, and destroying large areas of terrain is something that...

Although creating couplets is a significant burden, it's not impossible.

It's simply a matter of deploying a few thousand or tens of thousands more Amos fission bombs.

However, the impact of human intervention is far greater than that of a simple fission bomb.

Putting everything else aside, the fact that they know your address and sneak over to your door to have a friendly chat at the drop of a hat is enough to make all members of parliament seriously consider whether it is worthwhile to rashly start a war.

The werewolf senator's expression stiffened for a moment, then he gave a friendly smile:
"Hey, you're joking, brother. Our friendship is in our hearts, not in our actions."

"Oh, what a damn war! I had no choice in it; it was all the Speaker's idea."

"Besides, if the others disagree, how can I agree?"

The werewolf senator pointed to several senators who supported the war, speaking with indignation and fervor.
He remained completely oblivious to the disdainful looks he received from the neutral councilors, especially from the Elf Queen.

As the saying goes, wolves eat meat, dogs eat excrement.

A good werewolf is one who can bend and stretch!
Upon hearing this, Ron's expression changed, and he asked with unusual consideration:

"Sir, didn't you just say that war mobilization involves a lot of resources? Wouldn't it be a bit inappropriate to stop now?"

Just say what you want to say, who are you trying to impress with this attitude?

This statement was like a mop smeared with excrement, lashing out at the werewolf politician.

Fortunately, eating feces was not unfamiliar to him.

"It was just acting; it was just a routine drill."

This time, his voice was softer, but his smile was even brighter.

Seeing this, Ron nodded in satisfaction and turned his gaze to the dwarf whose face was mostly obscured by the table.

He smiled and said warmly:

"Oh, I know you, Mr. Forging Hammer. Your home is in Wanbang City, Central District, No. 368 Jiuhua Street."

"My God, that's a huge blacksmith shop."

"I heard that you also bring your children to work as blacksmiths on weekends."

"And your wife seems to be secretly dating your son's classmate."

Upon hearing this statement that almost revealed his citizen number, Forging Hammer, who had intended to remain a nobody, was filled with turmoil.

How did he know such a secret?!

Forging Hammer's sharp gaze quickly swept around before settling on Verex.

He was about to jump onto the table to show he wasn't a cuckold when he suddenly heard Ron on the screen make his own decision:
"It's settled then, I'll visit you this weekend!"

Who made a pleasant agreement with you?!

Ron's polite words, which were laced with sarcasm, made the dwarf councilman's beard tremble.

"Forging Hammer, Forging Hammer doesn't have time this weekend."

"However, Forginghammer believes that war is bad, and it's all the fault of those damn werewolves, orcs, and goblins."

"Yes, it's all their fault!"

Hearing this, Ron felt a surge of warmth in his heart.

He knew that treating people sincerely would yield good results.

It was through her pure and innocent love, and her golden spirit of yearning for light and justice, that she transformed these politicians who were about to go astray.

Thinking of this, Ron showed a conflicted expression and asked with great kindness and concern:

"Mr. Forging Hammer, I heard that you haven't even received the final payment for the weapons you produced. Wouldn't it be a huge loss to abruptly stop mobilization?"

You know that already, why are you asking?
The dwarf's lips twitched, and he almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

"It's alright, Representative Hank will make it up to me."

As he spoke, he patted the werewolf who was rolling his eyes to the side.

Seeing that the dwarf's final payment had been settled, Ron nodded in satisfaction and looked at the burly orc who was two meters tall.

Before he could speak, the orc spoke first:

"I figured since they both withdrew their proposals, maybe I should withdraw mine too."

Hey bro, are you really that honest?

Ron opened his mouth, and asked with a strange expression:

"Won't this damage the honor of your tribe?"

Upon hearing this, the orc councilor first nodded, then seemed to realize something and began to shake his head rapidly.

"Glory? I don't think glory can put food on the table."

"Besides, werewolves and dwarves are even more shameful than us orcs, hahaha~"

What an honest fellow.

Ron was filled with emotion.

If the Radiant Federation were all like this, he would have already won over the entire federation without firing a shot.

As for the goblin councilor, please, these creatures are used as alchemy materials in the Kingdom of Oran, so who cares about them?
Thinking of this, Ron gave a polite smile and pointed the projection crystal at himself.

Negotiation is an art, and thanks to the threat of the humanoid nuclear bomb, Ron won this victory without bloodshed.

"Everyone, I truly believe that what happened before was a misunderstanding, and I am also very willing to become friends with the Federation."

"But unfortunately, I am tied up with worldly affairs and have no time to talk to everyone one by one."

"I have a suggestion that can quickly increase our friendship."

Seeing that Ron had finally gotten into a serious discussion, the werewolf councilor nodded slightly and said:

"please say."

He seemed to have a premonition of something.

"I believe that the Radiant Federation has a responsibility to provide assistance to the Kingdom of Oran, including but not limited to infrastructure improvements, railway construction, and a sincere invitation to major factories to select sites on our Oran continent."

“After all, historically speaking, Chrisel is one of us Oran people.”

shameless.
Even though he was somewhat prepared, Hank the werewolf still cursed inwardly when he heard Ron's request.

It sounds nice, but the core meaning behind Ron's words is that he wants to take advantage of the technological achievements that your Federation has developed over thousands of years.

Admittedly, this will trigger a huge wave of people going into business, and may even greatly alleviate the conflicts between different races, and revitalize the Federation's economy.

However, in this process, the Federation's internal magical technology will inevitably be leaked.

Not to mention, they were currently at a disadvantage in the negotiations. "I agree."

At this moment, Verex was the first to raise his hand and give the motion a solemn vote.

In his view, since the end of the world is coming soon, there's no need to do these unnecessary things; having more allies means having more help.

"I agree."

Serandis also raised his hand.

This was somewhat unexpected for Ron.

After all, although the Elf Queen was on the same side as him, it was only in matters concerning Krisel.

In addition, the other party is still a member of the federal government.

I agree with this proposal, which clearly has very serious implications.
Just as Ron was pondering, Serandis spoke again:
"I've heard that the Kingdom of Oran has done a very good job of ecological protection. Is that true, Lord Ron?"

Is this a preparation for immigrating there?
No, it's very likely just to expand the habitat of the species, thereby stimulating the new generation of elves to reproduce more.
Ron suddenly realized that Serandis had it pretty tough too.

"Of course, madam. In the Kingdom of Oran, even the magical owl clan is entitled to a home of its own."

You two traitors!
Seeing that he hadn't even started rambling yet, and two federal congressmen had already been given away for nothing, Hank the werewolf felt his heart was bleeding.

However, what Ron said makes sense; it's a mutually beneficial thing.

But he always felt a little unwilling.

"Your Excellency, this matter is of great importance. We must discuss it internally and report it to the Speaker for his decision."

speaker?

Upon hearing this, Ron's expression turned strange.

According to Olivia, Lilvis had made outrageous remarks in front of her and had been sent to meet the Holy Light God with a single punch.

Tsk, getting this to your speaker will probably take a lot of effort.
Ron remained expressionless, showing no intention of providing further details.

After all, he had only been in the Radiant Federation for a little over a week and had already taken care of their leader; such a thing was really not something to be publicized.

"Well then, I look forward to hearing good news from you all."

-

The next day.

Inside the Gear City Guesthouse.

Everyone was gathered in Ron's room, discussing a serious topic.

Who exactly is Helioper?

Everyone's been a little nervous these past two days since Ron recounted his conversation with the "Mother of Mercy."

Ron suspected that this guy was among them.

Of course, perhaps even Helioper himself is unaware of his own identity.

After all, no one but him could remember anything from their past life.

The blond boy's gaze swept over the faces of the student council president, the witch, the perverted nun, and Grandma Fiona, and he solemnly said:
"Tell me, who among you feels that you have an extraordinary origin, or that you have memories of a past life?"

The small bedroom fell silent.

After a long pause, Olivia spoke first:
“Ron, you know me. If I were Heliope, I would have admitted it long ago. I take responsibility for my own actions. Even if I am the culprit behind the apocalypse, I will not keep it a secret!”

Ron felt
The president is absolutely right!

Although Olivia was exceptionally talented, she...
Whether you have organizational skills, cunning schemes, or high intelligence, you still have power.

It's fair to say that Stardust's survival over the years is entirely due to Olivia's influence and the reliability of its various departments.

Could such a violent woman be the leader of the ten secret practitioners who are worshipped and longed for by even the gods?
Ron thinks so.
That's unlikely.

His thoughts flashed by, and he turned his gaze to the holy nun who was said to have a congenital personality defect.

"Hey, what the hell are you looking at me for? You don't think I'm some kind of idiot, do you?"

Ron's lips twitched, and he abandoned his bold conjecture.

Calling someone who constantly talks about "Mom" and "Dad" and whose speech is full of slang and vulgarity, "Helioper" is an insult to her.

He sighed inwardly and turned his gaze to the witch who was the prime suspect at this stage.

This woman is very cunning, talented, and adept at winning people over.

Could it be her?

Elena Isabella noticed Ron's gaze.

She immediately straightened her back, her face tense.

However, in the next second, the serious expression on the witch's face melted away like snow, revealing a charming and alluring smile.

"Little guy, if I said I was, would you come here with me to make love?"

"Perhaps we can drink a little more and have a hearty drinking session in front of everyone."

Shut up!

Ron's vision went black, and he immediately dismissed his guess.

"It's clear that each of you possesses unique skills."

He sighed, but just then, Grandma Fiona, who had been waiting patiently with her chin held high, shouted:
"Hey, junior, why don't you ask your grandma?"

"Maybe I, Grandma, am the savior!"

The blond boy's lips twitched; he had actually forgotten about this ancestor.

Just as I was about to give a perfunctory reply, something like, "How could someone as arrogant as you possibly be like that?", I suddenly became quite quick-witted.

Is Fiona highly talented?
Needless to say.

According to the description by the King of the Netherworld, Fiona, who went into the adult entertainment industry back then, has already become a demigod and is likely even more powerful than the current president.

Is Fiona intelligent?
Definitely.

Putting aside her original "Star Magic," her ability to rightfully inherit the position of president of the Mage Association is enough to demonstrate her great talent.

Moreover, in conversations with oneself, one can often instantly discern which words are sarcastic and which are genuine compliments.

As for leadership ability
Fiona's abilities speak for themselves, given that she can command the loyalty of figures like Heinleit and serve as the spiritual leader among the seven heroes.

At that moment, Ron suddenly thought of something even more important.

That was the incarnation of the Holy Light God, Octavia, one of the Ten Mystic Masters, who was also mixed in with the hero's team.

Ron was startled at this thought.

Oh no, could it really be her?!
Upon seeing a junior whose talent far surpassed his own, he showed a shocked and bewildered expression for the first time.
Fiona's chin was practically pointing to the sky.

If she even had a tail, she would have already left afterimages by now.

"Hmph, junior, you've also remembered the story of how the Holy Light God Lord followed me, haven't you?"

"I didn't expect that even though I've been so low-key, my savior aura would still be noticed."

Where were you being low-key?

Also, you guys weren't cooperating with each other, so how did it become "actively following" in your mouth?

Ron's breath hitched, and he inexplicably felt that the world was beyond saving.

bang bang bang-

Just then, a knock on the door interrupted Ron's brainstorming session.

Vivian jogged into the bedroom and, upon seeing four women and one man doing something, handed them a letter.

“Your Excellency Ron, Mr. Sid said this is a letter from the House of Heinleit.”

"It was sent by a magical owl; the situation is urgent." (End of Chapter)