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

It was because of this belief that she understood that her people had never seen a demon.

They cannot fathom the power of demons... To rashly reveal the existence of demons would only cause greater chaos.

right...

If society becomes turbulent, the resulting losses could be even greater than those caused by failing to withstand the onslaught of evil during the New Year's wave.

At the very least, when the demons actually launched their attack, the people, besides being suspicious, felt more hatred towards the demon race.

But now that they have made it public, not only will the public be suspicious, but most officials will also be confused and uneasy about it... It may even give the previously suppressed business bourgeoisie a chance to rise again.

At that point, it won't be something that can be suppressed simply by the deaths of a few thousand people.

"Ugh..."

I'm caught in a dilemma. Either choice is a bad one, and what's worse, I can't even figure out which option will cause more harm this time?

What to do? What to do?

Margarita had hated more than once how awful the area where Ysgard was located was. She hated the barren mineral resources, the plains that were exposed to typhoons almost every few years, the unruly miners in the mines, and the continent's scarce magic, which couldn't even sustain her in battle for long.

But this time.

Margarita resented her own inadequacy, her inability to even guide her people towards a better life.

Ugh.

In the end, he was still just an ordinary vampire.

Has it reached the limit of its ability?

Margarita could only sigh heavily as she looked at the two choices that would cause irreparable damage to the people of Isgard.

Just as Margarita was lost in thought, accompanied by the fresh scent of the forest, an elf and a synthetic doll entered Margarita's room.

The two uninvited guests first glanced blankly at the petite Margarita lying on the bed, then looked around for a while before the bewildered Margarita overheard their conversation:

"Elena, are you mistaken? I transmitted the information you gave me, but where's the bat? Are you mistaking her sister for herself?"

"Confused? Miss Margarita shouldn't have any sisters..."

Hey, what are you talking about? Weren't you looking for me? What? Are you pretending you didn't see me?

And sisters? What sisters? I've been single my whole life, and I've never heard of having a sister—

"Never mind, let's ask someone first... Hey? Little sister, do you know where Miss Margarita is? We need to report something important to her, so could you please get out of bed and tell us where she is?"

......

Margarita jumped out of bed, then, with a contorted expression, pointed at herself in front of the elves and the synthetic doll:

"I am Margarita?! What are you all babbling about in front of me for?! Are you deliberately looking down on me?!"

The elf and the synthetic doll paused for a moment, then the smaller one pointed at Margarita:

"Wait a minute? You're Margarita? Impossible! Margarita is a mature woman, how could she be a ten-year-old child—wait a minute?! Elena?! You've got a mistake?!"

"...Explanation: Considering the relationship between the two countries, I do not have the authority to freely place surveillance around the President, therefore..."

Wait a minute?! You really are Margarita?!

Looking at the appearance of the elves and the synthetic dolls.

Enraged, Margarita used her powers to revert to her original mature form.

Of course, her children's clothes tore as a result, revealing her beautiful body to the two men—but that's another matter entirely.

...... .......

all in all.

Since the rather awkward elf couldn't speak, the only option was for the outspoken synthetic doll to explain.

With Elena's explanation, Miss Margarita, who had temporarily changed into a nightgown, was able to understand the current situation.

It has to be said that Yang Hao really helped a lot.

(I thought he would rashly launch an attack after finding the clues... but his choice was to avoid alerting the enemy, secretly gather forces, and then surround them from the side?)

Although the flanks are a very complex issue for the demonic lair deep underground, this doesn't prevent Margarita from feeling relaxed about Yang Hao's decision.

If Yang Hao rashly chooses to launch an attack downwards, she will not only be unable to explain the United Nations' movements to the public and politicians, but also unable to protect her people in the chaos caused by the Demon Mother Nest's desperate actions.

But... if someone prioritizes profit above all else and pays no attention to the safety of people in other countries... wouldn't they definitely choose the fastest way to solve the problem?

Even if it causes more casualties...

These casualties are not his own people, are they?

(I remember, even if his magical puppet army died, they could still...)

He was a person willing to sacrifice his own interests for the people...

For some reason, Margarita suddenly felt at ease.

But what followed was a strong sense of crisis.

Undeniably, Yang Hao's current efforts to protect the people of Isgard to the greatest extent possible are indeed the most fortunate thing.

But for Margarita, for the future United Nations, and for Ysugard.

When they were still two individuals, would Yang Hao really have been willing to protect Ysugard like he is now?

...

It seems we need to plan ahead more.

Margarita sighed and said:

“I understand. He is confident that he can limit the chaos caused by the Demon Mother's Nest riot as much as possible, so I am also willing to let the New Year take place as scheduled... However, I will try my best to temporarily relocate the people around the forest to the city through politics and festivals. This will take two days.”

"Confirmed: Yang Hao will hold an event at the end of the year, specifically on the 31st. We can accept this condition."

"...Yes. Thank you for protecting our people. Although I really want to say this to him in person, I'll ask you to relay it to him for me now."

Margarita bowed slightly to Elena and Finn, while the little elf said strangely, "Those undocumented immigrants, they have no intention of protecting them."

Rather, it's more accurate to say that Yang Hao actually exploited the plight of undocumented immigrants, deliberately ignoring their suffering in order to gain this opportunity. Doesn't Miss Margarita feel angry about this?

"...I understand how much the sparsely populated elves value each individual."

Your Majesty, our country is a populous nation.

Although I am the leader of Ysgard, I am not capable of protecting everyone.

...Therefore, I acknowledge the fact that unregistered individuals are being exploited—after all, frankly speaking, between greater losses and significant losses, I can only choose the option that causes less damage.

"...What if I told you that we actually have a way to save them?"

“I will not be harsh on you for this. Your willingness to help us is already a great sacrifice, so why should I harm our benefactors over something like this? Besides, even if there is a mistake, it is because of my incompetence as a leader. I truly envy you for having such a monarch.”

"Heh heh, Miss Margarita, do you perhaps wish to return to the era of monarchy?"

Margarita remained uncharacteristically silent in response to Finn's joke.

After a long while, she shook her head and made a joke:

"A monarchy is not suitable for our country's circumstances. However, if possible, His Majesty Yang Hao seems like someone worth risking our Isgard to step back from."

"...This joke isn't funny."

"Is that so? It seems Your Majesty Finn hasn't quite grasped the humor and wit of our Isgard region yet—we were just joking, it's a sign of intimacy in our country. If you find it offensive, I'll be more mindful in the future."

"No need. I think in two years, our exchanges will probably consist only of reports submitted by diplomats."

They smiled at each other, the tiny synthetic dolls having no concept of the scheming and intrigue between women, just tilting their heads in confusion, somewhat at a loss.

But privately, Elena still remembered their every move. Although it wasn't useful now, it would be wonderful if it could be used in the future to eliminate some enemies...

...It's time to leave.

She patted Fen on the shoulder, whispered a few words in Fen's ear, and then the work was finally coming to an end.

"Well then, we'll be leaving now."

After saying their final goodbyes, Finn used teleportation magic to take himself and Elena back to the distant camp.

And that was after they left.

Miss Margarita got up from the chair and then sat back down on her bed.

She felt a bit tipsy. But now wasn't the time to drink—but then again, she suddenly thought that it would be nice if someone could support her in the future.

Nia? Nia won't do... Although Nia is her best friend, it is precisely because they are best friends that Margarita knows that Nia's limit is only being the head of the engineering department.

Margarita needs someone to stand by her side... she hopes for someone who can complement each other's weaknesses and accept each other's strengths and weaknesses.

...snort.

The vampire president smiled.

"This is the first time... I never thought I would have this desire, just this once."

An overwhelming desire to use my charm to bind him to my side... No. Margarita. This is terrifying.

Shouldn't it normally be called "romance"? Sigh... come to think of it, it's all your fault.

Gaia.

"If it weren't for what you did, would things be so complicated now?"

The surrounding space froze.

Margarita swirled the glass on the bedside table, watching the red liquid inside remain frozen as it swayed.

And at some point, a black raven began to perch outside Margarita's window.

The crow looked at Margarita with its strange green eyes. After a moment, the crow said in an extremely mournful tone: Margarita, how can you blame me?

"Isn't it better for two bases to join forces than for one base to fight a powerful demon alone? Why are you blaming me?"

"Rationally speaking, that's true. Emotionally speaking, I can't accept that my other half, who was originally mine, was thrown to another continent by you under the pretext of 'opening a branch base'—and you almost messed things up yourself, didn't you?"

"How can you call that a rollover? It's just... I never expected the Romans to be this stupid..."

"Have you forgotten what the so-called 'chosen ones' are supposed to sacrifice?"

Margarita's words left Gaia silent.