Miss President wants to talk to you

After a long pause, Eleanor finally spoke, "All I can say is that I will do my best."

"That's good."

Louise gave a pale smile. "I hope you keep up the good work. I'm a little tired. Let me rest for a while."

……

Louise left the manor that same day.

She had many things to deal with in Washington, D.C., and didn't have time to stay for long.

After that day, Eleanor began to seriously consider how to realize his value after his time travel.

Time passed quickly.

Eleanor was the first to see the system's answer: Louise's body was indeed failing.

Four years is indeed an optimistic estimate; the system's answer is only a little over three years.

When Eleanor asked again if there was any way to prolong Louise's life...

The timeframe for systems thinking is estimated to be five years.

This system is garbage!

Eleanor was truly out of options and could only accept the outcome for now, hoping for a turnaround later.

He also took the opportunity to ask about Rosef.

Why does she have that special burst of power?

The time required for this systematic thinking was not very long, only two months.

Is that so?

Eleanor thought to herself that once Rosef took office, she would have a lot of things to do and would need to use the system.

Let's not think about it for now.

It's not too late to think about it when I have a little more free time later.

February, though brief, is drawing to a close.

Just when Eleanor thought that Inauguration Day would arrive smoothly, a news item was suddenly published in the newspaper.

It has nothing to do with the Norton Federation.

It's news from the distant Old World of Europe.

The World Disarmament Conference resumes with difficulty; the Rhine Empire withdraws from the League of Nations.

Upon seeing this news, Eleanor suddenly felt a sense of impending doom.

The World Conference on Disarmament aims to require members of the League of Nations to reduce and limit their armaments.

We should work together to maintain peace after the world war.

But it seems that things aren't going very smoothly right now.

Chapter Seventeen: Magic, Industry, and War

"So, what was bound to happen will happen, won't it?"

Eleanor couldn't help but shake his head; the trend was such that human effort couldn't change it.

Upon seeing the news in the newspapers that the Rhine Empire had withdrawn from the League of Nations, the next outcome was self-evident.

The Rhine Empire was a newly emerging industrial power in the Old World, a constitutional monarchy composed of an emperor and a cabinet.

They have always longed to challenge the order of the Old World and become the new overlord.

This also led to the outbreak of the last world war.

Of course, the end result was the defeat of the Rhine Empire.

Despite this, the Rhine Empire itself did not suffer a devastating blow that year.

As a result, many Rhine people believe that they were not defeated, but betrayed by their superiors.

In addition, the post-war reparations were truly exorbitant.

In order to get rid of this burden and wash away the humiliation.

A war is inevitable.

And it will be even more terrifying than the last time.

Eleanor couldn't help but recall the history of war in this world.

Because of the existence of spellcasters, humans have been trying to use various magical powers on the battlefield since very early times.

In the earliest wars, powerful spellcasters had a significant advantage on the battlefield.

For example, they could burn the enemy's hair or use sound to disrupt the enemy's perception.

Later, forging technology developed, heavy infantry and cavalry emerged, and individual spellcasting abilities could no longer influence the overall situation.

Humans then developed spellcaster formations.

Form a team of a large number of spellcasters of the same type to release the same spell in concert.

The results are often amazing.

Later, industry advanced again, and cannons and muskets appeared.

The densely packed spellcaster formation was quickly eliminated.

But this does not mean that magic has disappeared from the battlefield.

On the contrary, they have instead perfectly integrated with industry, forming a unique magical industry.

Ether-powered armor, magic train cannon, perpetual airship, magic network communication system...

Various terrifying killing machines were fully utilized during the last World War.

The memories of countless meat grinder-like battles still cast a shadow over people's heads.

However, the war fifteen years ago was merely the beginning of Magic Industries.

So what about today, fifteen years from now?

When more advanced factories, larger industrial systems, and more mature magical technology are combined.

The next war.

What will it become then?

Eleanor suddenly felt a chill run down her spine.

……

In the blink of an eye, March 1st has arrived.

Tomorrow, Rosemary and Eleanor's group will take a ferry across the Hudson River and then board a train to Washington, D.C.

On the day of her inauguration, Rosef will officially become the President of the Norton Federation.

As night deepened, Rosef lay in bed, and Lucy tucked her in.

"Go to sleep early, Miss," Lucy said gently.

Rosef looked a little distracted.

During this period, she worked hard to practice her speech on her inauguration day, striving to make every detail perfect.

But as the inauguration day approached, Miss Rosef, unsurprisingly, chickened out again.

"Lucy."

Rosef buried her face in the blanket, leaving only her eyes showing.

"Can I really?"

Please stop saying discouraging things.

Lucy gently kissed Rosef's forehead. "You'll be fine. Mr. Elinor and I have seen your progress over this time."

"……Oh."

Even so, Rosef was still not at ease.

Goodnight, Miss.

Lucy turned off the light and left the room.

Rosef stared wide-eyed at the ceiling, lost in thought.

Time passed slowly, and drowsiness crept in, so Rosef fell asleep.

I don't know how much time passed.

"Xiao Fu! Xiao Fu! Wake up."

Rosef opened her eyes when someone called her name.

Then she was pleasantly surprised to see the person she had been thinking about day and night sitting by the bed, looking at her tenderly.

"mom!"

Xiao Fu suddenly sat up, threw herself into her mother's arms, and burst into tears.

"Mom! I miss you so much!"

At that moment, the person who appeared in Xiao Fu's room was none other than the deceased Ms. Rosef.

She gently stroked her daughter's hair and said, "Okay, okay, don't cry! I'm right here."

"Waaaaah, Mommy..."

Xiao Fu cried for a long time before her emotions gradually calmed down.

When the crying stopped, Little Rose looked up, and Mrs. Rose smiled gently and said.