I'm really a serious wizard.

The Kingdom of Oran.

January 3rd, 1st year (Gregorian calendar).

Olivia gazed at the night outside the window, still reeling from the battle three days prior.

She couldn't quite remember what exactly happened at the time, or rather, she could only sense that it was an extremely fierce battle, but she didn't witness it firsthand.

The apocalypse was just resolved like that?
"Ron, am I just daydreaming right now?"

"I've heard that people have a revolving lantern before they die. Maybe this is a different kind of revolving lantern?"

Inside the bedroom, Olivia frowned.

Sister, you've had it easy. Do you know what I've been through all these years?!
Ron silently grumbled to himself.

Waiting for countless years, hundreds of millions of years.

And billions of years is a vast amount of time, enough for a single-celled organism to evolve into a small, skinny monkey.

Is there a problem with him becoming so incredibly strong?

I think you're just jealous of my talent!
Thinking of this, the blond boy awkwardly stepped forward and boldly rested his chin on Olivia's shoulder.

"President, according to the timeline, am I already an adult?"

Hearing this, the black-haired woman glanced at him and sneered:

"What do you want to do?"

What do you want to do? Is that even a question?

The blond boy took a deep breath, wrapped his arm around his violent female boss's supple waist, and, ignoring her protests, raised his chin and gently kissed her.

"Waaaaah, you're going to die!"

Olivia stammered, managing to squeeze out only these few words in her haste.

Although it wasn't the first time she had kissed this guy, Ron's hands were especially restless this time.

As if he had rehearsed it countless times, he simply slid his fingers lightly and removed the president's layers of defense.

By the time Olivia came to her senses during their passionate embrace, her boots and trousers had already been mostly undone.

In the dimly lit room, the black-haired woman, half-concealed, was exceptionally alluring.

"President, let's get married and have children!" Ron straightened up from his older sister's embrace, his clear blue eyes full of seriousness.

The black-haired woman's face suddenly flushed red, and she instinctively wanted to resist a couple of times.
However, before she could finish speaking, Ron cut her off.

Is this how babies are born?!
Her amber eyes widened instantly, and her pretty fox-like eyes glared fiercely at Ron.

Before long, soft, seductive moans echoed from the dimly lit room, and the bed creaked, like a symphony played in the quiet night.

The president's taste is really good!

Ron was in high spirits and was about to launch a counterattack when he suddenly heard a sound coming from the bedroom doorknob.

click-

The bedroom door was suddenly pulled open from the outside.

"What the hell are you two doing?!"

Elena's eyes widened, startled by the lewd scene in the bedroom.

"what happened?"

"Elena, what are you doing blocking the doorway?"

The next moment, Catherine, Saint Eleanor, and Afra squeezed through the crack in the door.

After taking in everything in the bedroom, Fang stood there stunned, a very complicated expression on his face.

Ron's first time was ultimately taken by that woman.
"Ahem, Your Holiness, have we arrived at the wrong time?"

Her Majesty the Queen coughed lightly, attempting to ease the awkward atmosphere.

Unexpectedly, Ron was overjoyed upon hearing this and said seriously:

"No, you've come at just the right time!"

Having not seen a woman for billions of years, Ron felt a bit too repressed.

(End of the book)

The story is complete! Hooray! (End of Chapter)