After being forced to step down, the once-annoying nun eloped with me.

In the demon servant's plan, as long as the parish can continue its civil war, and the necrophilic God of Light can continue to make the three-nation coalition army hesitate when it invades, then the complete annihilation of the military district is actually no big deal.

He only needs half a month to drag the entire Roman Empire into the Demon Realm. Even if the Roman military region is weak, it shouldn't be a problem to hold out for half a month, right?

Moreover, once the Demon Heart completes its growth in a week, it will be virtually indestructible by anything other than a god... As long as the Demon Heart is completed and I remain holed up in the royal palace to hold out for the rest of the time, then everything will be set in stone...

The only downside is that Prince Garsen is really bad at being a demon.

Even that maid was better than Prince Garsen—at least that maid, after being transformed into a demon and receiving ample nutrition and modification, could probably possess the strength of a high-ranking demon, but Prince Garsen...

The demon servant imagined Prince Garsen's increasingly obese body being transformed into a demon—he shuddered at the thought, because the best outcome for Prince Garsen would probably be being transformed into a "larva," slightly better than a larva, and nothing more...

...

Oh well. Garsen has already fulfilled his historical mission anyway. The demon servant thought to himself, although the Romans' overall quality wasn't particularly high, at least they still possessed considerable combat power after being transformed into demons...

Hopefully, the memories of their race will bring more benefits and value to the demons—although he didn't know why he had an ominous premonition, the demon servant knew very well that he was as safe as could be.

...He returned to the chaotic capital before being discovered by others. And the soaring purple beam naturally attracted the attention of the other nations of the continent of Elusia.

The United Nations, with their countless ill-fated ties to demons, naturally sensed the demonic aura emanating from the purple pillar of light. While Isgard and Khutot Khan found it strange, they merely increased their vigilance.

They assumed this was nothing more than a futile effort by the Roman Empire to weather the upcoming war. Naturally, while they became somewhat more vigilant, they didn't take it entirely seriously.

.....

At the same time, shortly after the purple pillar of light appeared in the clouds, the united nation, which had merged the power of the three countries, convened its first true tripartite conference.

Among them, the representatives of Bayerz were Her Majesty Baselis-Theresa, Miss Naruja, and Miss Natalia.

The representatives of Gaparia were Finn, Finn's maid Qinna, the increasingly emaciated Arthur who came from Fingel, and Dr. Joseph who had already settled in Gaparia.

Naturally, the representative of the Kingdom of Eden is Miss Elena and her magical doll.

Some might ask, then what exactly does His Majesty Yang Hao represent?

Yang Hao could only reply that, in order to avoid "causing unnecessary arguments," all he could do was represent the United Nations as a whole and preside over the meeting in the center of the conference room with Lord Lalumia.

Although the second-class person's expression wasn't exactly pleasant, frankly, it was better than Yang Hao sitting behind a table and directly causing dissatisfaction among others, right? He also wanted to sit next to Theresa and do something underhanded during the meeting! But considering everyone's feelings, he really had no choice but to stand with the unaffiliated Lord Lalumia...

Ugh!

All I can say is that this is what happens when you have a large and powerful family business—Yang Hao sighed, then snapped his fingers, and his adjutants Barry and Kate brought up the latest map of the Roman Empire, then used magic to display it in a circular shape for everyone to see.

"In short, the current state of the Roman Empire is as we see it: apart from the northern dioceses still fighting amongst themselves and having a large number of undead remaining, the rest of the country is either at war or on its way to war."

Yang Hao's statement drew nods of agreement from the crowd. Everyone could see that the Roman Empire was in decline, especially after witnessing two full lines of attack from the west pointing directly at the Roman Empire's capital.

"Leaving aside the fall of the Roman Empire, our focus is on the occupation of the Shkur and Kagard territories... To occupy these two regions and establish two new iron ore production sites, we need the Kingdom of Eden to construct artificial magic reactors in both locations. Once the artificial magic fills the entire region, we must allow the ancient elven trees of Gaparia to begin growing and establish the expansion of the Elven Forest..."

Before that, the artificial magic reactor requires a large number of soldiers to protect it, and the thriving ancient elven tree also needs at least a week of protection—so we will be transferring a large number of troops to the border with the Roman Empire, but this will inevitably lead to conflict with the parishes...

Personally, I prefer to resolve one issue before considering another—therefore, we are holding off on contact with the dioceses. We will wait until the territories of Shkur and Kagard can ensure their own safety before considering the crucial matter of slaying the God of Light; otherwise, before then, our iron ore mines will risk supply chain disruptions due to insufficient mineral production...

In addition, the Sirens who have "immigrated" from Isgard will also be temporarily used by the colonial army for top-secret military operations... My personal judgment is that they need to be observed to determine their value..."

Strictly speaking, this was more like a "family meeting" where the three countries regularly confirmed their future development direction. The two women who had been married to Yang Hao wore expressions of pride, as if saying, "He's truly my husband." Elena's expression was mechanically calm, yet gentle, while Lalumia was more concerned about whether Yang Hao had been getting enough rest during this time.

After a period of discussions that established the foundation for the war and development, it was time for the different representatives to explain the state of their respective countries' development.

Everything is normal at Bayer Zans. Recently, many pregnant women have been unable to work, so Theresa said that a large number of small golems are needed to ensure sufficient manpower going forward.

Everything in Gaparia is normal, except that recently there seem to be signs of a resurgence in newborns—of course, Finn says that those newly pregnant elves seem to be related to humans, so why is that?

The situation in the Kingdom of Eden is somewhat awkward—it not only lacks manpower but also a large amount of conventional materials... At Elena's request, both countries tentatively agreed to trade immigration for conventional materials using [Golem technology], but this kind of inter-state cycle is clearly not a healthy one...

The United Nations still needs new resource production to satisfy its ever-growing appetite—just as Yang Hao was pondering this on stage, Lord Lalumia whispered to him, "What should we do about the issue of the [Body of the God of Light]?"

"We can only wait for news from Isugad and Khutto Khan—" Yang Hao's helplessness was on full display.

Faced with Yang Hao's helplessness.

A hint of a smile flashed in Elena's sharp-eared eyes:

"Statement: Eden has found clues about the body of the God of Light... Although it is not the [current body], according to our speculation, it is probably the next body of the God of Light."

She stood up and said.

"Conclusion: If there are no unforeseen circumstances, that new body should belong to Cecilia, the current leader of the Protestant Church in the parish and the Holy Maiden of the Church of Light... Confusion: Why is everyone making such strange expressions?"

The synthetic doll, hoping to win over her friends with her creation, discovered that everyone's expressions turned strange upon hearing that name.

Why is this?

She tilted her head and looked at Yang Hao, whose expression was strange, along with everyone else.

Yang Hao thought to himself: Unexpected, yet reasonable.

Chapter 3: 2/6 Cecilia's Three Disposals - 8K

"Conclusion: If there are no unforeseen circumstances, that new body should belong to Cecilia, the current leader of the Protestant Church in the parish and the Holy Maiden of the Church of Light... Confusion: Why is everyone making such strange expressions?"

When little Elena noticed that everyone's faces stiffened because of her speech, she tilted her head in confusion, clearly not understanding what the name she had blurted out meant to the people there.

But she knew what it meant to follow the crowd—so after joining everyone in looking at Yang Hao, she heard Mr. Arthur, who seemed to be one of Yang Hao's men, put his hands behind his head and lean back in his chair, sighing:

"I never expected that in the end I would still have to deal with someone His Majesty knew before... But then again, she is, after all, the Holy Maiden of the God of Light—as the purest source of faith, it's normal for her to be targeted. But isn't Constantine a male name? How could a male deity want to become a woman? That's just too strange—oh dear?!"

As they were talking, Arthur was suddenly kicked by Dr. Joseph, causing him to fall to the ground. He let out a scream, clutching his buttocks and getting up while holding onto the chair. He and the rather serious Dr. Joseph stared at each other with wide eyes.

But that's enough—Elena now understands that Cecilia knows Yang Hao, and they were probably friends back then. But if that's all, did everyone really look so strange?

She still didn't understand... and just then, Lord Lalumia coughed twice:

"In reality, once they become gods, mortals no longer care whether they appear as men or women. After all, once they become gods, they have the ability to change their appearance; all they need is [that body]—even if that body is just a pile of rotten flesh."

"It's less about needing physical activity and more about needing the body as nourishment..."

"In a sense, this interpretation is also acceptable."

The gentle deity smiled and spread her hands, using her divine power to invigorate the people who were already somewhat tired during the meeting. Yang Hao, who was standing beside her, calmly said, "Let's discuss what to do."

"Now that we've found a place for the next body, it would be better if we discussed what to do next... So, everyone, think it over carefully. Take a moment to think, have some sugary drinks to boost your brainpower... and then come to a conclusion, that's it."

His words caused a commotion in the conference room. In Elena's view, of the three factions, aside from her own side which knew almost nothing and therefore had little to discuss, the other two were all preoccupied with some kind of discussion...

Alexander, standing to the side, watched Elena and conducted a communication using the magic network:

[Elena, let's remain still—after all, we don't know what Cecilia means to His Majesty Yang Hao. Silence is best.]

Alexander's words startled Elena for a moment. But upon reflection, she realized that this was the best course of action for her at the moment.

So she nodded and began to carefully observe everyone's expressions... especially the elves' expressions. Elves are the race least adept at hiding their emotions; they are very spontaneous, and because of this, they reveal more information through their expressions than others.

Fen's face showed such visible irritation.

After all, to put it bluntly, Finn is the one who least wants Yang Hao to have any connection with the people who abandoned him in the past—in the end, Finn now hates the Night Witch Priscilla, hates all the nobles of the Roman Empire, hates Prince Garsen, and naturally also hates the reclusive saint Cecilia who did nothing back then.

For the elves, Cecilia's actions were incomprehensible: after all, elves would either refuse a friend's request outright or do everything in their power to help. Cecilia, who gave an ambiguous choice and then retreated underground, actually hiding for several years... they simply couldn't understand her.

To put it bluntly, the elves don't need to understand—just as people don't need to understand the psychology of a gruesome murderer, Finn never thought he needed to understand them from the enemy's perspective.

After all, he was the victor, the one standing by Yang Hao's side—but now... hmph...

"It would be better to sever his ties with the past as soon as possible. So, can we just kill him? Create an 'accident'? That would save us trouble..."

The little elf muttered to himself, while the maid beside him looked at him strangely. Arthur and Dr. Joseph shrugged, thinking that the final decision still rested with His Majesty Yang Hao.

On the other hand, for Theresa, her feelings towards Cecilia... while her goals were similar to Finn's, her approach was more hesitant and sympathetic.

After experiencing the ordeal of becoming the Queen of Bayern, Theresa probably understood that Cecilia must have endured the same pressure she had back then.

She felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, but in the end, she had to swallow it all for the sake of others' attention and her lover's expectations... At least Teresa had the prophecy to back her up, and she had people and allies to rely on, but what about Cecilia?

She couldn't withstand the pressure and chose to sink into the ground, abandoning all thought. While the actual effect was truly speechless, at least she wasn't inherently bad—she was just foolish, unlike Theresa who was lucky enough to have someone share the burden, and emotionally fragile...

...After realizing this situation, no matter how much Teresa hated the saint Cecilia, at most she just hoped that Yang Hao could completely sever ties with Cecilia and that everyone could go their separate ways from now on.

However, it seems that Finn doesn't think so...

(Fen... seems to want to just kill her outright. Sigh... While I don't dislike elves' capriciousness, Fen had better reconsider. That silly woman isn't worth our ruthlessness. She's not that little witch.)

The young nun pursed her lips. Naruja, who was already a little sleepy, chose to rest on the table under Natalia's helpless gaze. At the door of the corridor, the panicked shouts of the maids trying to stop little Anna from coming in to join the fun could be faintly heard.

...Elena could roughly sense that the two women who were most important to Yang Hao shared the same goal but had conflicting core ideas.

But Elena couldn't understand it.

But it was the idea of ​​Lalumia, the god of light.

Under Elena's gaze, the loving mother goddess only sighed softly. Standing beside Yang Hao, he reached out to adjust the overlapping buttons of his hooded cloak collar, while gently touching his chest, which he couldn't shrink no matter how tightly he wrapped it with bandages, under the elf's suddenly dimmed gaze.

As for Lalumia, being of the [Light] class, she was naturally aware of Cecilia's role on the side of the God of Light.

The saintess studied her own manual, gaining divine power in return, only to have it stolen by the god of light, Constantine, in a malicious manner—her foolishness was not her own fault, but rather the fault of the [Cult of Light]. In a sense, Cecilia was a village girl when she left Shkur village, and she remains a village girl with little education to this day.

After all, the Church of Light is against its followers learning knowledge—for Constantine, the faith provided by the ignorant masses is purer. Therefore, as a saint who "transforms faith," the more ignorant the better.

Even so, Cecilia still managed to become a literate woman who knew etiquette and was willing to try new things through self-study. Lalumia was genuinely happy for this adorably foolish child, but when she thought about Yang Hao's past experiences, that happiness eventually turned into a sigh.

A foolish, pitiful child cannot use "foolishness" as an excuse to shirk responsibility after making a mistake.

No matter how loving Lalumia may be, she is still a deity who can distinguish right from wrong—she knows that Yang Hao ended up in this predicament because of Cecilia's autism, and she also knows how many people died because of Cecilia's self-isolation.

Although the fundamental sin did not lie with her, she still committed an irreparable mistake in Lalumia's mind—but ultimately, the most troublesome thing was that this kind of unconscious mistake did not warrant death as an apology.

If Yang Hao knew what Lord Lalumia was thinking, he would immediately understand that this was actually the same problem that heavy truck drivers on Earth faced when pedestrians suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

Either step on the gas and try to kill someone if you can't avoid it, then pay the insurance premium in one go to avoid future trouble.

Either you try to brake as hard as possible, but end up hitting someone and leaving them partially paralyzed, resulting in you having to pay more money than if the person had died, and you'll also be bothered by countless complaints—

So, what should we do?

The group exchanged bewildered glances, and finally, amidst Naruja's drowsy slurping of juice, they decided to hand over the decision-making power to Yang Hao.

"...Yang Hao, what do you think?"

"What do you think?"

What do you think, child?

"...Question: Yang Hao, what do you think?"

The man glanced at the corner of his mouth with a strange look at the four women's simultaneous questioning.

He picked up his water glass from the table, took a small sip of hot tea, then glared at Arthur and Dr. Joseph, who were completely unhelpful. He glanced at Natalia, who was stroking Naruja's hair, and then sighed heavily.