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

That's it.

A long time passed.

"...Thinking about it carefully, I really need to spend more time with Anna during this period..."

As Lalumia stroked him, Yang Hao muttered to himself in a daze.

He was going on a business trip to Isgard, which was another long-term job—although it should be easier in Isgard, considering his status and position on this trip... he still couldn't let his guard down.

Moreover, this trip lasted for two years.

Although Fen will accompany me, in the end, I can't be like a child who can't stand not being able to poop at home and demand to go home every day... I'll just pretend that I won't be able to go home for the next two years.

Not being able to go home for two years meant that when he returned, Anna had grown into a mature young adult...

Although she is only about ten years old... in the royal family, once a princess decides to become empress, she matures at a speed that is visible to the naked eye.

At twelve years old, she was old enough to be an adult—but it was still too cruel to keep Anna from seeing her father for two years.

...I should spend more time with my daughter during this period.

And thinking about it carefully, it seems like this is also an opportunity to [make more attempts] to conceive the child Theresa always wanted...

I wonder what Finn is thinking... Elena, on the other hand, asked me to go shopping with her just a couple of days ago...

Narudya seemed to want to join me in eating and playing with the children...

Furthermore, Nia had scheduled a meeting with him in July...

......

Am I getting busier?

Yang Hao began to question the meaning of life.

Lalumia saw his pitiful appearance, as if he were about to die and had no choice but to go, and just smiled and lowered her head to kiss his forehead.

Whether intentionally or not, Lalumia nearly brought her lips to touch Yang Hao's upper lip. However, Lalumia didn't give Yang Hao a chance to think about it.

"Elena said she'll be going with Finn too—so let's start with her wish in Isgard? But we should tell her beforehand."

"Huh? Is that so? But Isgard..."

"It's a good opportunity to learn about the customs and culture of another country—and who knows, you and Elena might encounter something fun while shopping... But speaking of which, have you decided who you'll be going out with this time?"

"I guess so... The core members are me, Finn, and Elena, whom you mentioned... As for the guards, it's a mixed force of hunters, elf masters, and magical puppets—Naruja might come along too. But that's not confirmed yet."

Where is Miss Nia?

“Nia isn’t from our country, so she definitely doesn’t count… She’ll be taking a Siren with her, so… the number of people is roughly confirmed. I just don’t know what gifts to bring.”

"A gift? Well... gifts are needed for communication between people, let alone between nations—although I think my child, once cleaned up, would be the best gift, I don't think the people of Isgard would be so shameless as to accept it directly..."

Lalumia seemed to have asked something serious, which made Yang Hao laugh and say, "Does that mean that even Lord Lalumia would want to get my hands on me after I've been cleaned up?"

He swore he was just joking.

But Lalumia seemed to be really listening.

His earnest contemplation caused Yang Hao's smile to gradually freeze, and his laughter to grow weaker...

Finally, he scratched his head awkwardly:

"I was just kidding."

"Hmm? But I'm not kidding, you know?"

"..."

Yang Hao and Lalumia were speechless—although they were both smiling, one had a stiff expression and the other a gentle one.

Outside the office.

Having finished all her work, and with her rest time fast approaching, Teresa decided to take a break and relax a bit before going to find Yang Hao.

"Sigh... those nomadic people who ate shit—what can we do about the frozen ground if we can't handle it?! And yet they blame us for not dealing with the ice calamity properly... Doesn't this Huto Khan know how to manage his own people?!"

The nun's complaints made the elf, who was already slumped over the table, roll his eyes.

"Do you think everyone is a Bayerzans, an elf, or an Eden? Don't forget that no matter how powerful Hutot Khan is, he still leads a bunch of illiterate and uncivilized barbarians—only these barbarians are much better than the Roman barbarians."

"I thought nomads at least had people as sensible as Natalia!"

"Do you think someone like that would appear among a group of rebellious herders? If they were that smart, how could they possibly be here?"

"Too..."

After the Ice Calamity died and the Frozen Demon Realm appeared, the nomads of the Hutto Khanate launched wave after wave of protests against the United Nations.

Although Hutot Khan was doing his best to stop his people from acting recklessly, in the end, a group of uncivilized herders, after realizing that there was no possibility of returning to their homeland, still lost their minds and acted as they pleased, taking advantage of their status as victims.

This was not originally a matter for Theresa to manage—it should have been handled by the officials.

But after the nomads escalated the situation to a conflict between two royal families, she was forced to step in and communicate with Khuttok Khan personally... and what was the result? There was no conflict between the royal families at all; the trouble unilaterally caused by Khuttok Khan still affected the little nun's already weary heart...

I won't go into the details of the process.

In the end, Khuttod Khan's Kheshig personally dealt with the rioting nomads—his prestige might suffer as a result, but either way, it was better than the two countries ending up at odds.

The final result was still a cause for celebration—if we ignore the nun's exhaustion and Finn's helplessness, then indeed it was.

Ugh!

The nun sighed and decided to ignore this disgusting trifle.

Just then, there were four perfect knocks on the door, and then the door opened, revealing a white-haired doll carrying a girl with brown hair and deer antlers.

Theresa didn't need to look to know who had come in; after all, only the synthetic doll would knock with millisecond precision. What she cared about was Elena and the others' reaction to coming.

"So, little Elena—if you came here just to tell me that someone's causing trouble again, I suggest that from next time you handle things your own way..."

The nun sighed wearily, and in response, Elena gently laid Naruja on the sofa, covered her with a blanket, and then tilted her head slightly.

"Confusion: Can my dates with Mr. Yang Hao proceed according to my wishes?"

"No."

"Confused: But on my way here, I saw Miss Nia flying excitedly towards Fingel. She said she was going to pick up her custom-made dress?"

"..."

"Confused: There's a more than 90% chance that Miss Nia's dress will be used for Mr. Yang Hao's business trip to Isgard. If His Majesty Finn can't accompany him the whole time, should I consult you via magical communication before taking any action? Or what should I do?"

"......well."

The nun looked even more haggard as the synthetic doll appeared serious.

She knew that things would turn out this way after Fen relented... but she also knew that the essence of politics is compromise—and obviously, women's emotional and political matters are also a matter of compromise.

If Elena were to "ask for instructions before acting," it would be too late...sigh.

So what if she's letting a "friend" who has feelings for her husband go on a date? Theresa, Theresa, just let it go.

Look, even the elves didn't say anything!

You wouldn't think that a little doll with a lower status in the family poses a greater threat than your own mother, would you? Besides... Lalumia is just putting on an act; Nia is the one who's really going to play along...

To prevent her husband from having pieces of flesh cut off by sharing a few spittles... surely it's worth it, right?

Ugh!

The nun sighed, and after granting Elena this "freedom of movement," she seriously inquired about Elena's true purpose for coming.

When asked by the nun, Elena pondered for a moment and then said that she had come to report on the situation in the Roman Magic Realm.

The mere mention of Roman startled even Naruja, who was comfortably lounging on the sofa with her eyes half-closed. Everyone perked up and looked at Elena, who simply shrugged and said, "Roman's Demon Realm is probably going to explode again."

According to the magical puppet's observation, the Roman Demon Realm is now riddled with holes—this not only directly exposes a large number of Roman demons to the sunlight, but also makes the already impoverished Roman Demon Realm even worse.

In layman's terms, it's like someone throwing two rotten eggs into your instant noodle pot while you're making instant noodles...

Not only could they not afford to supplement their impoverished lives, they couldn't even afford to feed themselves...

Elena was starting to feel sorry for the demon servant.

In reality...

The demon servants who stayed around the nest of the Roman Demon Realm were indeed pitiful.

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The demon servant felt sorry for himself.

But he couldn't vent his anger at his current miserable situation on his fellow clansmen. Nor could he blame luck or his homeland for urging him on.

Ultimately, to put it bluntly, it was all his own fault—the demon servant reflected on this, acknowledging that it was all his own problem.

"...If I had focused on the exiled regent from the beginning, perhaps things would have gone much more smoothly..."

If the demon servants had focused all their energy on the exiled regent from the beginning, perhaps the demons would have already achieved their goal of domination. All they were doing was paving the way for the demonic calamity.

Unfortunately, the demon servant also knew that the possibility was extremely low.

Who could have imagined that the Regent would actually make a comeback? Who could have imagined that the Regent would eventually encounter his beloved again in the very place where it all began? Who could have imagined that the witch saintess would ultimately... sigh!

The demon servant shook his head and swallowed the first bitter pill of his self-reflection.

If failing to keep an eye on the Regent was his initial mistake, it was also his first, unavoidable error.

Therefore, wasting time in the parish was the demon servant's second mistake.

He shouldn't waste his time on the diocese, and even if it's necessary, he shouldn't waste his time on Bishop Stephen.

The best option would have been to directly corrupt the saintess, make her discover the truth, and then incite a civil war... But why did I overlook this plan back then? Indeed, it was my own fault.

The demon servant swallowed the second bitter pill. Then came the third. The fourth, the fifth...

He reflected on his mistakes and stored all his thoughts inside the Roman Mother Nest for future generations to use. He knew that his mistakes were irreversible, but at least he could prevent future generations from repeating them.

The demon servant sighed. After finishing his introspection, he looked in the direction of the Ice Calamity's death—he knew that the Ice Calamity had created a new demon realm after its death, but that realm had no mother nest, nor any assimilated demons. Its only purpose was probably to provide humanity with a "forbidden zone."

But did that restricted area actually serve any purpose?

Even a fool would know that the regent would have the restricted area heavily guarded... but at least that would wear down some of the enemy's manpower, wouldn't it?