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

"...Of course. We haven't forgotten Your Majesty's promise that you would be traveling to Isgard on business."

"Sigh...it seems this matter will have to be postponed again."

"Ha ha..."

Nia chuckled dryly, and after realizing that Yang Hao was really leaving, she had no intention of staying any longer.

After all, she had already achieved her goal... Originally, Nia really hadn't held out any hope at all? But who could have imagined...?

Who would have thought that His Majesty Yang Hao would actually be willing to provide almost unconditional aid to our army? Who would have thought that when Isgard could offer virtually no bargaining power, he would be willing to help us in the name of righteousness?

Thinking of this, Nia couldn't help but burst into tears. She wasn't unfamiliar with people who understood the bigger picture and the overall interests of humanity, but someone like Yang Hao who was truly willing to carry out orders unconditionally... this was the first time she had ever met such a person.

Her already eager heart pounded even harder. But Nia didn't let her emotions cloud her judgment. She rushed back to her room, and while wiping her eyes with a handkerchief, she took out her magic mirror.

There was no time to lose; she had to inform Margarita of what had happened immediately—she had to make sure Margarita was prepared to keep His Majesty Yang Hao in Isgard, she absolutely had to.

..........

Meanwhile, on his way to his office, Yang Hao decided to work for a while before going back.

After all, it wasn't time to rest yet. He needed to give orders to the hunters and elven mages first, and then organize the diplomatic work related to communicating with the Hutto Khanate.

The former concerns the crucial matter of rescuing the Isgard colonial army, while the latter establishes the foundation for a joint fight against the Demon Realm—as for the various territories and nations currently fragmented within the Roman Empire? Forget it. They themselves are the fastest mutating beings in the Demon Realm; let them stay where they are for now.

"So, the people who go to the Demon Realm must be people who will not be mutated, right?"

I don't know what's going on... Finn and Theresa are dealing with the major issue of the Ice Calamity, and Naruja... no, Naruja could really get into trouble inside. If this absent-minded girl gets lost, it'll be a real problem.

Judging from this... Elena, as a synthetic doll, doesn't need to worry about physical mutations. And then... is it Lalumia?

The information Nia had previously revealed made Yang Hao somewhat worried. After all, judging from the changes Nia described, the people most likely to undergo changes in the Demon Realm, besides the Romans, were various alien races.

Naruja happens to be a demon—one of the "other races" in Isgard's understanding. Although there might be significant differences between them, Yang Hao simply didn't want to gamble with Naruja's life...

So after much thought, Yang Hao's choices were himself, Elena, and Lalumia.

Needless to say, in order to obtain firsthand information about the Demon Realm and to be able to adapt to changing circumstances on the spot, he had to go there in person—or at least be on standby at General Piss's command post to give orders.

It's highly unlikely that Elena will mutate due to the corruption of the Demon Realm. Even if she does, as a synthetic puppet, she has ways to preserve her consciousness and abilities. She has the possibility of changing bodies, and from the most basic perspective of [priority], she is a higher priority candidate this time.

Lady Lalumia, having regained her power, is the guarantee of strength in this incident... As long as she is present, regardless of whether they can successfully rescue the army of Ysgard, at least ensuring their own safe escape is not a problem.

Not to mention, if they encounter a problem that magic can't solve, Lord Lalumia can also use divine power to help...

...Hmm. Perfect. Yang Hao muttered to himself. Apart from not knowing whether his two wives and Natalia would approve of the plan, everything seemed perfect.

"...I need to find some time to talk to them..." Yang Hao muttered, yawning as he walked into his office. "But before that, I need to get the work done...the hunters, and the elven mages...sigh, it's probably better not to bring too many people in this operation. We can bring golems, but they have to be the kind that can completely break free from the control of the Ling Clan...that would be safer."

Yang Hao sat behind his desk, dozed off for a while, then shook his head, trying to press the bell to call the maid in.

He needed a maid to deliver a message—but just as he was about to press the bell...

"Huh?"

Under Yang Hao's watchful gaze, the bell actually ran away on its own?!

He scratched his head blankly, subconsciously reaching out to chase the bell that kept running around. In the next instant, he felt as if a voluptuous woman was sitting in the seat he had vacated.

Before he could react from his exhaustion, the woman angrily pulled him into her arms:

"Didn't I tell you? You need to rest, my child."

The one who pulled Yang Hao into her arms was Lalumia, her face puffed up in anger—

Yang Hao turned around and looked at her in a daze. After seeing the deep worry and dissatisfaction in her face, which was almost identical to Teresa's, he forced a smile and said that he still had work to do.

"But that's not a reason for you to work so hard. Listen to me. Go back and rest."

"But...this job is really urgent, Lalumia..."

"obedient."

Lalumia's expression turned terrifying. To Yang Hao, it was like the look on Teresa's face when he told her he'd given her the whole day's share when he was handing over his grain rations... terrifying yet comforting, making Yang Hao feel both uneasy and relaxed.

He scratched his head, thinking he should still struggle a bit—but Lord Lalumia pressed the man's head into his chest even faster than he could.

In an instant, warmth permeated his entire body. All of Yang Hao's resistance vanished without a trace in Lalumia's gentle embrace. For a hardworking man, a mother's embrace is the best place to eliminate all fatigue.

He gave up after only a brief attempt. Amidst Lady Lalumia's soothing pats on the head and slightly angry pats, Yang Hao gradually collapsed onto her, eventually kneeling almost on her lap and emitting rhythmic snoring.

"Sigh... Don't you see that you haven't rested much since yesterday? You were still doing great work with us in the early hours of this morning, and you even had to kill the physical body of the God of Light... If you do so much without any rest, even an iron man couldn't keep up?"

Lalumia sighed, stroking Yang Hao's hair and gently patting his back. She soothed him to sleep softly while pondering her next move.

Undoubtedly, Yang Hao is now once again caught in the same predicament that Theresa May and Finn had worried about – neglecting his own rest for the sake of work.

Moreover, it was obvious that Finn and Teresa couldn't keep an eye on him all the time. This meant that Yang Hao always found opportunities to continue working hard.

This is not good news. Lalumia muttered to himself. Yang Hao is now the true core of the United Nations. It can even be said that it doesn't matter if Theresa and Finn are dead, as long as Yang Hao is still alive, the country has the potential to continue to develop.

But the problem is... who can urge him to get proper rest?

Lalumia hugged Yang Hao's body tightly, and sighed thoughtfully:

"Isn't it just me?"

After all, it makes sense when you think about it carefully.

With Teresa and Finn both very busy, Naruja herself acting like a pet needing pampering, Elena needing a lot of time to study, and Natalia exhausted from taking care of her children.

They were able to appear promptly when Yang Hao was tired, offer comfort when he was anxious, and provide warmth when he was sleepy.

Isn't it just me?

The gentle goddess's mood instantly improved. After gently stroking Yang Hao's earlobe for a while, she lightly touched Yang Hao's forehead with her lips.

"Let's go back first."

The deity carried Yang Hao and teleported him back to his room using divine magic. There, she bumped into two people who were taking off their clothes, seemingly planning to go to the bathroom to wash up.

She stared at Theresa and Finn, and finally, Lalumia just squinted her left eye and made a "shh" gesture before handing Yang Hao over to Theresa and Finn to take care of.

"Take him to take a bath—it's alright, I've already cast a spell. As long as you're not too rough, he won't wake up from his sweet dream. But... you absolutely mustn't do those things, okay?"

“Who would do those things when he’s this tired…” Theresa muttered irritably, then grabbed Yang Hao naked and hugged him tightly, then she and Finn helped him undress: “What about you, Lalumia?”

“I still have some things to take care of with Elena. And since Yang Hao allows others freedom of belief regarding my beliefs, naturally, I also have work to do.”

"...Although it may be inappropriate to say this, Lalumia, you have that right."

"But I still hope to gain everyone's approval, just like a mother always hopes to gain her children's approval... Without your approval, Teresa, I wouldn't have been able to persevere until now, would I?"

Lalumia smiled and sighed, then walked over and patted Finn and Theresa on the head before leaving.

As she said—the light truly belongs to the whole world.

But Lalumia is Lalumia that belongs only to them. She has always been very clear about this distinction, just as hateful people often have pitiable aspects, but these pitiable aspects cannot absolve them of their sins—Lalumia has always been very clear about this distinction.

While I'm working later, I'll also take a look at what the Demon Realm Barrier in the remote area is all about, and check on the situation in the Protestant Church's location.

With this in mind, Lalumia left Yang Hao and the others' bedroom. And just after Theresa and Finn, each supporting one of the sleeping Yang Hao, escorted him to the bathroom, the Isgard side finally realized the problem on the continent of Elusia...

After more than an hour of presentation by the Black Dragon Nia, Miss Margarita of Isgard remained silent for a long time, finally sighing and saying:

“We do indeed owe the United Nations more and more. His Majesty Yang Hao is even willing to help us unconditionally... This was something we wouldn’t have dared to even dream of in the past.”

"So, Margarita?"

"I will have the preparations made domestically to welcome His Majesty Yang Hao on his business trip—but I also need all the intelligence on that [Demon Realm] on the continent of Elusia. After all, Nia, you understand."

If the next demonic calamity is real, it will not only appear in Elusia, but also in Ysgard. Once they land in Ysgard, given that we currently only have physical attack methods, the demons' overwhelming advantage over us will make everything unimaginable.

So... Nia, I'm counting on you.

"...Sigh. I knew it. I haven't had a moment's peace of mind since I came here...But don't worry, I know what to do."

"Thank you."

After hanging up the call, Margarita, sitting on her throne in the presidential office, let out a heavy sigh.

In order to better enjoy the comfort of the massage chair, she subconsciously made her body smaller—but even so, mental exhaustion made the vampire president extremely tired.

"...Nothing is enough. Gaia... tell me what to do?"

She sighed, muttering the name "Gaia".

Margarita is a vampire and the president of Issugard—but before that, she was just a little girl growing up in swaddling clothes.

After being given a vague yet directional goal and abilities by a being called Gaia, Margarita has led Ysgard to the present day through her own efforts.

Even so... her efforts were still not enough.

To put it simply, it's like instant noodles served without a fork, or fast food without cutlery—while Margarita brought Ysgard to a better position, she still lacked a catalyst to truly elevate Ysgard...

She knew very well that she couldn't do it alone; she needed a partner who could understand her—but after thinking it over, who could that partner be?

Margarita shook her head and said, "Who knows?"

She sighed, then took out a recent development report on Isgard from her desk drawer. Although she was already very familiar with its contents, she still needed to review it one last time to confirm all possibilities for Isgard's solo fight against the demons.

The result is very simple.

Ysgard has absolutely no chance of defeating the demons alone.

"Although our land-based railways are covering as much of the country as possible thanks to the technology of our steam factories... the beneficial impact of these roads on our military deployments cannot offset the evolutionary advantage the demons have over us..."

Furthermore, the lack of magic means we have virtually no effective means of fighting demons other than physical attacks... Well, not exactly none, but compared to the rate at which firearms are equipped... the proportion is far too small.

Finally, and most crucially... it all comes down to our severe lack of understanding of demons.

Margarita sighed heavily.

In terms of industrial development, military development, and most importantly, intelligence, Ysgard's understanding of demons is extremely poor.

In her words, at this moment, Ysgard is like an unsuspecting infant preparing to fight against an adult—although such a metaphor is indeed a bit exaggerated, if the initial landing of the demons can destroy more than half of the country's population... then in a sense, reality will only be worse than the metaphor.

Ugh!

Margarita sighed.

Currently, Ysgard knows absolutely nothing about demons—but at least with the help of the United Nations, perhaps they can gain some understanding of demons from the demon realm created by the explosion of the Roman Empire?

Margarita hoped so. And it was then that she suddenly remembered something...

The Regent reigned before he came to power in Roman.

Is it the type that assists someone in political work?