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

But should I offer more hints? Or...?

"Of course I can understand. Although I don't remember it very well, I do know that the school food back then was awful, and all we ate was carrots...sigh."

"..."

Looking at Miss Margarita sighing and complaining in front of her.

Yang Hao suddenly relaxed. Although he didn't know what kind of person Miss Margarita was before, at least he understood now.

Besides Elena, it seems that he has another friend with whom he can talk about trivial matters from the past.

......

For Margarita, communicating with Yang Hao went more smoothly than she had imagined.

She was feeling helpless about her thoughtless question, and was also anxiously waiting for Yang Hao's reply.

If Yang Hao is unwilling or refuses to answer, then this questioning will plant a seed of suspicion in his mind—no matter how he explains it, he will probably become someone Yang Hao "must be wary of" in his mind, right?

...If that's the case, not only will Issugard's plan to guarantee sovereignty and merge with the United Nations fall through, but my feelings for him will also turn into regret in the foreseeable future.

Fortunately... it seems that her previous efforts had left a good impression on him. Yang Hao trusted her to a certain extent.

So, what should I do?

Margarita pondered. After Yang Hao remarked, "I never imagined we'd come from the same hometown in this world," she decided to use a straight punch to convey some important information to Yang Hao, while also giving herself a chance to gain a foothold.

"...Yes. We do come from the same hometown. We were even greeted by the same person."

“Gaia? I remember that name. Actually, I’ve been looking for Her too.”

"Yes. It's her—but she seems to have some mental issues. According to her, you and I were supposed to have appeared on this continent together. Appeared here together."

Margarita pointed to herself, then to Yang Hao, who looked completely bewildered. Finally, unable to contain the sudden surge of anger within her, she reached for the wine glass filled with blood and drank the crimson liquid in one gulp.

The mature president didn't even care that wine was still dripping from the corner of her mouth and down her chin, nor that her carefully chosen black dress was stained a faint red by the wine. She just said, somewhat exasperatedly: "That's fucking outrageous."

She explained Gaia's original plan to Yang Hao—according to Gaia's plan, Yang Hao should have appeared on the continent of Orros with her, then become close partners, unify this dilapidated continent, and then find a way to develop in other places.

Although everything was for the ultimate battle against the demons, in the end, if Gaia hadn't been so foolish as to decide to establish a dual-base strategy, would they be in this situation now?!

Yang Hao was stunned by this unprecedented news. But he quickly realized that Margarita had no reason to lie—in fact, she was genuinely furious. From her perspective, it was like a partner or childhood friend who had been pre-arranged had suddenly been thrown into a completely different place...

Moreover, Margarita's subsequent performance did indeed demonstrate her hard work.

"You have no idea how difficult it was for me to raise Isugara, taking care of her every need!"

Now that things have come to this, Margarita has completely given up on being reserved.

After having his loyal maids bring in more wine, and then giving them a short break to get as far away as possible, the vampire president gritted his teeth and drank the blood-laced wine, complaining to Yang Hao as he drank.

"This place is practically like a post-apocalyptic world?! It only exists in some kind of video game by those Polish idiots or some other godforsaken place! I knew from the moment I was born that this place was impossible to live in... There's nothing there except farming, and the racial conflicts outweigh my hairs! Who could possibly stay here?!"

"Oh, oh... I understand, I understand..."

"Not to mention, Gaia is a complete bastard who shirks all responsibility! She dumped me here and I'm left to fend for myself?! What kind of irresponsible boss is that... Ugh. But if that were all, it wouldn't be so bad. The worst part is that she never taught me how to develop a country..."

"Oh, so—wait, she didn't teach you? Then how did Ysgard become like this?"

Yang Hao blinked blankly, then Margarita pointed sharply to her neck:

"I forced myself to learn. Before I reach adulthood as a vampire, I have to master the most basic skills before I can act... and you've seen it yourself. I've been learning for so long and I still can't even keep up with one of your fingers. I'm just not good at these things! What can I do..."

"...This is how you make a screwdriver do the work of a hammer. Sigh...I'll drink to you."

Poor Miss Margarita suffered all sorts of injustices during her years ruling Isgard.

Not good at planning and implementation, she had to study ancient books extensively before her body reached adulthood. As a result, even after studying since she was a three-year-old child, she is still not good at these things.

When she first led Ysgard into war, the conflicts between races, which were far more numerous than a hair on her head, caused her unbearable pain. She did know how to resolve conflicts between races politically, but the prerequisite for political solutions was that actual productivity had to keep up. So, who could she turn to for actual productivity?

Left with no other choice, Margarita sought out the dragons, specifically Nia, a scholar among the burly black dragons, intending to try her luck with them.

This is one of the few good things in Margarita's life.

Nia and Margarita hit it off immediately. Although Nia's abilities couldn't fully match Margarita's, Nia's appearance at least filled a gap in Ysgard's actual development. And frankly, Nia's biggest advantage as a dragon was that she wasn't afraid of assassination.

During the period when Isgard was founded, Margarita herself was targeted by assassination attempts at least forty times a year, while Nia—no one dared to put their eyes on her.

After all, this is a black dragon. If that black dragon were to throw a punch, it could level the assassin along with the entire street. Instead of trying to assassinate the black dragon, why don't we continue trying to assassinate Miss Margarita?

In this situation, Margarita encountered the second good thing in her life—because so many people had tried to assassinate her, and she had survived the assassination attempts, her political capital began to rise, and she began to gain the trust of more and more powerful people. It was at this time that Margarita was finally able to demonstrate her political abilities.

...While it wasn't exactly glorious, secretly dealing with the former rulers' families was commonplace for Margarita. But with all the underhanded tactics and Nia's cooperation, Margarita finally succeeded in establishing a unified nation on the continent—and after this nation was built, Margarita's nightmare had only just begun.

Many things can be resolved through political means.

But most things can only be solved through development—after all, political rhetoric can't get people to use steam-powered tillers, nor can it make people who drink porridge eat bacon hamburgers one day.

To make Ysgard stronger, Margarita had to juggle two jobs simultaneously. And it was during this time that Margarita encountered the third good thing in her life...

That is--

After the Roman Empire suffered a major upheaval, boatloads of immigrants were sent over.

These immigrants included a large number of intellectuals, technicians, and even a small number of scholars and scientists.

Thanks to the sudden "gift" of talent from the Roman Empire, Margarita is finally free from worrying about the talent pool in the country for the time being... But does this good thing mean she is finally free?

not at all.

The stronger a country is, the more intense the conflict between development and politics becomes.

If, with Nia's assistance, Margarita could have maintained a balance and unity between the two from the beginning.

Now, she can only focus on one job, which inevitably leads to the other job being suppressed and unable to recover.

...so Margarita was under even more pressure.

Even from her perspective, the pressure was already excessive.

"So—ah...so it's good that you came. Although I didn't trust you at first, and...hic. I didn't even consider you a fellow townsman...but at least you did...hic...did help relieve some of my pressure..."

"Carrying this all by myself... hiccup... is just too hard... hiccup... so... so I fucking want to pin that bastard Gaia to the ground—pin her to the ground and beat her up!"

"To inexplicably separate two people who make up a system—what kind of 'burp' is that...what kind of 'pressure sharing' is that?! I've never heard of such a thing..."

"Why do I have to act like a motherless child, not only making my mother shoulder the burden of a family at such a young age, but also having to live off my savings for my funeral for hundreds of years to come?! Why... Waaah..."

Miss Margarita seemed to be a little drunk.

Yang Hao looked at the dozen or so bottles of red wine on Margarita's table, then at his own, which he had only drunk less than a quarter of... He could understand Margarita's grievances and pressure.

But that doesn't seem like a good excuse for drinking so much red wine... And besides, are you really sure you're okay getting drunk? The maid isn't here right now, and it could cause a huge misunderstanding...

At this moment, Yang Hao felt immense sympathy for Margarita.

If Yang Hao's own miserable treatment back then was only at the high school level, then Margarita's beatings and oppression were already at the graduate student level.

Poor thing, so pitiful.

Yang Hao at least met Benjamin back then, and Benjamin was indeed a good match for him in terms of ability; the two were quite compatible.

Margarita hadn't encountered anyone else who met the criteria besides Nia. Even Nia—no offense to Yang Hao, but based on Margarita's account, Nia seemed to lack the necessary abilities for her...

Poor Margarita.

If you keep holding on until the very end, you'll only end up feeling incredibly stressed. Now, all you can do is vent through beer and talking to your fellow villagers.

But—it's really not good for you to drink so much.

I'm not worried about anything happening to you.

I'm worried something might happen to me.

Yang Hao muttered to himself. He thought to himself, "Should I really remind him?"

but...

"Waaaaah..."

Looking at Margarita, who was sobbing and crying over her grievances while lying on the table.

Feel the atmosphere around you.

Yang Hao was too embarrassed to speak...

So, with no other option, he could only say: "Just cry it out. After all, you probably won't have another chance next time."

"Waaah..."

It was 9 p.m. on January 2nd.

There was still more than half an hour before Yang Hao's agreed return time.

But Miss Margarita seemed to have just come to her senses.

Although she looked unsteady and her eyes were swollen from crying, she at least maintained the consciousness of an adult and seemed to have no intention of continuing to drink.

Yang Hao, already somewhat drunk, breathed a sigh of relief; it seemed he wouldn't be harmed by the alcoholic vampire.

And just as he was feeling fortunate on his own, Miss Margarita, who had been silent for a long time looking at the wine glass in front of her, said blankly:

"...The blood is gone."

The reason she doesn't drink alcohol is because she's already drunk all the blood she used as a "side dish".

To continue drinking, she needs to find new blood... but where will the blood come from?

Margarita and Yang Hao, whose lips twitched, stared at each other in silence. She looked into Yang Hao's eyes, then down to his neck with passionate gaze, before finally looking at his shoulders with slight disappointment, and then at his wrists with a blank expression.

Finally, she looked at her hands again—it seemed that if Yang Hao was unwilling, she would have to drink her own blood.

Is Yang Hao the kind of man who would watch a woman suffer injustice?!

Yes.

Knowing his own safety was at stake, Yang Hao chuckled and said, "If Miss Margarita can ensure that his wounds can be fully healed, I certainly wouldn't mind donating a little blood."

But if he can't do it, he won't be able to explain it to his family... So, how about we call this party over?

We haven't even signed the treaty yet!

Yang Hao patted the documents on the table, while Margarita looked at his fingers and murmured:

"If it's just a small cut on the finger... that wouldn't be a problem..."

"...Miss Margarita? Are you serious...?"