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

"But to do that, we need an opportunity to intervene in Issugard's political system, and that opportunity... must be solid enough."

As he said this, Lalumia gazed intently at Yang Hao's face, which was so close to his.

“Miss Nia is a good choice. Although she is not high-ranking in the Isgard political system, she is the only one who can influence that President Nia.”

Her evaluation of you will influence the evaluation of the President. In a sense, in the most critical moment, the President might be more inclined to trust Miss Nia than other high-ranking officials...

Think of it, my child. One day, your influence on Nia will indirectly affect the nation across the sea... This will greatly benefit our country, and more importantly, it will give you the foundation to establish new stable securities in Isgard. It will give us greater confidence when we fight the demons.”

"I know what you're trying to say, but Lalumia, you also know that humans don't only consider the rational side, only the outcome..."

"So isn't this the perfect opportunity? Although I won't force you to make a choice, I hope you'll think it over carefully... After all, our priority enemy is the demon, isn't it?"

"..."

For Lalumia, until they find the technology to completely close the Great Rift and repel the first wave of demons, the demons will always be the greatest threat and the one that needs to be dealt with first.

There are currently at least two Demonic Rifts that need to be closed.

One is a large rift that can almost certainly be located somewhere in the Roman Demon Realm.

The other is a large rift that opened somewhere within the Isogarde region of the continent of Orros, where the situation is unknown.

Lalumia believes that while it's not so harsh as to require closing them all at once, if all the rifts cannot be closed in a short time, the fall of another continent will inevitably lead to their complete defeat.

"After all, the starting point of the demons' Great Rift is their mother world."

If the demons initially attacked in two columns, amassed a large number of troops on both lines... and if we suddenly 'snap' shut one of the columns, guess what the demon army that was originally stationed on that column will do?

They won't just throw a tantrum, nor will they remain silent and wait—they'll move directly towards another rift. And Ysgard, in its current state, might struggle to even protect itself, let alone face a demon army comprised of the entire world's power...

Once Ysgard falls, and the demons have a place to recuperate, absorbing Ysgard's technologies and abilities, and gaining even greater potential for evolution... do you really think we'll have a chance to fight the demons?

Lalumia sighed, stroking Yang Hao's cheek as she sat down in Teresa's seat.

The greatest threat posed by demons is their ability to evolve and imitate, which is constrained by collective consciousness and the limits of their species.

The reason why the demons are no match for the United Nations is largely due to their lack of evolutionary resources.

To evolve unparalleled armor, you need to sacrifice magic resistance. To evolve magic-immune skin, you need to sacrifice stacking armor.

Similarly, the more intelligent they become, the weaker their bodies become. The stronger their offensive capabilities, the lower their defensive limits will be. The more powerful their technology, the weaker their adaptability to various worlds will become. Demons are limited by their current evolutionary limits, while the United Nations, with its diverse means of attack, is reaping the benefits. This is why our fight against demons is relatively easy and pleasant.

However, this is based on the premise that the continent of Orros, that is, Ysgard, can withstand the demonic attack.

Once Ysgard is captured, the demons who have obtained a large amount of food and knowledge will simultaneously gain an extremely high evolution limit.

The United Nations will then face a revolutionary demon that is immune to both physical and magical attacks, possesses extremely high intelligence, and has a resilient physique.

Faced with such an invulnerable race, does the United Nations truly have the ability to defeat such a terrifying opponent?

Yang Hao knew he definitely couldn't do it.

Just as primitive humans, with their cold weapons developed to their extreme, would be unable to launch an effective charge through a barrage of fire from ten Maxim machine guns, once the demons truly cross that line, then... it's only a matter of time before this world is devoured by them.

The best way to avoid such an outcome is to establish a unified transoceanic government—making Isgard listen to the voice of the United Nations, and on this basis, allowing both sides to fully share resources and technology, build public works to resist demons within the weak territory of Isgard, and ensure that the people of Isgard also have abundant magic power and mages to use.

This sounds absolutely impossible. After all, based on experience on Earth, the British, separated by a strait, have yet to establish a joint securities relationship with the French, let alone the United Nations and Ysugard, separated by an ocean.

but--

Yang Hao now really has that opportunity.

Because Miss Nia, the most trusted confidante of the President of Isugard and also the Minister of Industry with a voice in Isugard politics...at this moment, she has developed genuine lust for Yang Hao.

Although Yang Hao still couldn't understand what he had done to make Nia willing to give up her future in their homeland and fall in love with him, he was certain that if Yang Hao accepted Nia, he could indeed use her as a springboard to slowly and gradually control the entirety of Ysgard...

...But is it really necessary to do this? Yang Hao expressed his doubts.

Because he hadn't forgotten—

"Lalumia, have you forgotten that I still have to go on a business trip to Isgard for two years?"

"Huh?"

He still owes Nia a promise!

He was originally going to Issugard on a two-year business trip to help govern the country as the Regent... He naturally had the opportunity and ability to intervene in Issugard's politics!

In other words, if he really wanted to intervene in Isgard's political system, he didn't need to exploit Nia's feelings for him; he could simply use his own abilities to produce results.

Lalumia tilted her head in a daze upon hearing this.

She really doesn't remember this... Wait a minute? When exactly did this happen?

Could it have happened before I woke up?

The deity puffed out his cheeks, realizing that his understanding of those around him was indeed not deep enough!

Moreover, she was angry that Yang Hao hadn't told her this crucial information. In her sudden surge of resentment, the first thing the deity did was to hold her disobedient child in her arms.

"Next time! You must explain important things to me properly! Do you understand?"

Lalumia hummed softly as she rubbed Yang Hao's cheek, and Yang Hao, being played with by Lalumia, only gave her an extremely innocent look: "You even know exactly what I do with Teresa every night. I thought you knew everything that happened before..."

So you really didn't know?

Yang Hao felt a little wronged. But then he thought, even gods can't be omniscient and omnipotent.

If God is truly omniscient and omnipotent, why would He be afraid of the devil?

"I understand... So, next—"

"Next? Hmph, I don't care. You just need to seriously consider Miss Nia's matter. You absolutely must. After all, this will make things easier for you, and more importantly..."

"More important?"

"hehe..."

The deity rubbing Yang Hao's cheeks smiled. She didn't speak, but simply softened her touch, letting Yang Hao sink into a warm embrace that made it hard for him to breathe, hoping to bury the unspoken secret in her hands.

And it was at this very moment—

"You're back? Before you rest, let's talk... Lalumia?! What are you doing—that's my man!!!"

Someone outside skillfully used divine magic to unlock the door and swaggered in, ready to embrace her long-lost husband and spend some warmth together. But what she saw instead was her own mother-like faith forcibly embracing her husband.

A scream instantly filled Lalumia's ears, and Lalumia's only thought about her child screaming was:

“Theresa, be quiet—he’s very tired.”

"I, I—I know! So let go! He's having trouble breathing!"

"I have control over my strength."

"This isn't about the amount of force used; this is something no benevolent deity would do!"

The nun frantically snatched her man from the deity's arms. The synthetic doll who had entered with the nun sat down in its seat, looking bewildered. The elf, staring with dead fish eyes, lamented to himself, "Why can you always do things that I envy so much?" and sat down on the other side of Theresa.

Looking closely, it seems a few people are missing.

Dizzy and confused, Yang Hao, who was being held tightly in Teresa's arms, subconsciously asked:

"Where are Natalia and Narudya? Little Anna probably hasn't gotten up yet...?"

In Yang Hao's memory, it was not yet time for little Anna to get up, so Natalia, who did not have to take care of little Anna, should have time to come over, right?

Moreover, what about Naruja?

Faced with Yang Hao's question, the little nun who was clinging tightly to his shoulders simply pursed her lips:

"Naruja is still sleeping. She spent all day yesterday researching golems, so I didn't have anyone wake her up... As for Natalia?"

She has to supervise little Anna's learning of the art of kingship.

So let's talk about the Ice Calamity. Incidentally, this issue is related to the Sirens.

"Oh? Ah... Ah?!"

While I heard what I expected, I also heard an unexpected reply.

Yang Hao was taken aback for a moment.

Then she let out an extremely surprised scream.

On the other side of the Purple Palace.

Determined to transform into a true empress, the little princess learns the art of imperial rule, hoping one day to help her father.

Chapter 1: Nia's Letter - 8K

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January 1, 006 in the Imperial Calendar.

Seven days have passed since Yang Hao returned home. During these seven days, Yang Hao has been racking his brains, dealing with various matters related to China.

Without a doubt, with more than half of Isgard's main force saved, it's a foregone conclusion that the Isgards will become the United Nations' closest ally—and because of the emergence of the Roman Demon Realm, the situation on the original territory of the Roman Empire has become even more unpredictable.

The parish is under Protestant control, and while they are currently cultivating the land, they are also constantly building rudimentary defenses towards the Demon Realm.

The area where the Roman Military District once stood is now surrounded by the army of the Issugard colonial forces and the Khuttod Khanate. Khuttod Khan failed to achieve the results he wanted, but at least he could annex the military district and use its land to provide a new home for his people.

Issugard has taken control of the southwestern coastal region, especially the most important Drake Port, which they have transformed into a military fortress while also establishing various research institutions for Issugard.

The territories of Shkur and Khagad became the mines of the United Nations, where the elven oak trees were growing steadily with the help of artificial magic reactors. The only problem was that it would take them a long time to reach a certain scale after they grew—so after much consideration, Yang Hao tentatively judged that they would not be able to provide mineral production until at least the end of the year.

Meanwhile, in the east, in the original mining region of the Roman Empire—according to Elena's reply, Yang Hao's old acquaintance, Knight Robert, had built a new base there, and if nothing unexpected happened, he had joined the Mining Council and begun fighting against the Alessars.

Speaking of the Alese...

"...They're quite clever, planning to seize as much of the mines as they can...Now we don't need to worry about the Alessars harassing our plans anymore; the Isugardians will handle it themselves—in a sense, we no longer need to worry about the Roman Empire."

"Sigh. Narudya, I know you really want some snacks... so hurry up and come over, stop standing there like an idiot. Theresa and the others aren't here."

Yang Hao slumped on the sofa, looking at the documents in his hand and talking to himself. He sighed, patted the chair next to him, and gestured for the Ling Clan Chief, who was standing by the door, to come over quickly.

He had long noticed that Narudya had been eyeing the sweet fruit on his table. Their relationship wasn't so bad that they needed to maintain decorum and etiquette, so why not just satisfy Narudya's desire?

Faced with Yang Hao's invitation, the antler-faced girl with brown hair and purple eyes, dressed in a uniform, nodded happily, then hopped over and finally plopped down on the comfortable sofa with her eyes half-closed.

When she jumped over, she didn't forget to take the sweet fruit off the table. Since it was just her and Yang Hao here today, in a sense, Naruja could finally relax without caring about what others thought, and expose her disheveled eating habits.

Recently, the Ling clan chief has been living a very difficult life in the Purple Palace.

It's not that people were being harsh on her... it's just that under the watchful eyes of the servants and guards, Naruja always felt that her words and actions were being greatly restricted...