Miss President wants to talk to you

But Eleanor could tell at a glance that they were two people.

Perhaps it's a matter of temperament?

The portrait of Ms. Rosef is confident, radiant, and full of conviction.

And this Miss Rosef...

He gives off a timid or cowardly vibe.

"It's a pleasure to meet you too."

Eleanor didn't expose him, and instead played along.

“I am not bothered at all; on the contrary, I feel honored to meet you.”

Miss Rosef nodded slightly, seemingly relieved.

awesome!

Looks like I did a pretty good job of pretending!

After receiving an encouraging reply, Miss Rosef's aura immediately became much more confident.

She said, "Since that's the case, then I won't keep you in suspense any longer and will get straight to the point."

“Mr. Hopkins, you must have felt it too, there is a special connection between you and me.”

Eleanor nodded; this really did touch on something he cared about.

What exactly is this feeling?

Miss Rosef: "In short, the problem lies with me. You should have already realized that I'm a witch, right?"

Eleanor continued to nod.

He didn't notice, but he guessed.

In this world, witches are not as mystical as they were in their previous lives.

They are simply a special kind of spellcaster.

What's special is that witches don't age.

They will remain young for a long time, until they age rapidly in the last two years before the end of their lives.

Like Ms. Rosef, whose real age is definitely over forty, but who still looks like she is only twenty.

So when Eleanor heard the system say that her daughter was going to play her, she wasn't surprised at all.

From a technical standpoint, it is indeed feasible.

The mother and twin daughters are literature.

Miss Rosef continued, "Although I am a witch, I was born with incomplete magic circuits, which caused a defect in my body."

She looked at her legs, and Eleanor looked at her legs too.

"And you are an extremely special existence to me. How should I describe it? You can simply understand it as: the missing part of my circuit is in you."

"This special symbiotic relationship is generally referred to as a soulmate partnership."

what?

Eleanor had considered countless possibilities, but she never imagined it would be like this.

"Before this, my mother, cough, I had searched for you countless times, but to no avail."

"But just yesterday, I sensed you, right here in the metropolis, as if you had appeared out of nowhere."

"Mr. Hopkins, did anything unusual happen to you yesterday?"

"I traveled through time yesterday," Eleanor thought.

But he couldn't tell anyone about this, so he could only shake his head and say, "No, I'm just living my life as usual."

"Okay, it seems to be my fault."

Rosef didn't continue, but Eleanor guessed it was probably related to her mother's assassination.

“But anyway, Mr. Hopkins, I need your help, so I hope you can join my team.”

Eleanor pointed to himself: "Me?"

He wasn't being modest; he was just a young man from the East Coast who was laying bricks yesterday, and today he's joined the president's team.

“But what can I do?” Eleanor spread his hands. “You should know that I’m just an ordinary person.”

"You're not an ordinary person!"

Miss Rosef corrected her, enunciating each word clearly, "You are my soulmate! As long as you are here, I can try to stand up and save the Federation!"

At that moment, Eleanor suddenly felt a sense of anticipation coming from Miss Rosef across from her.

It's like they're constantly saying, "Ask me! Ask me how to save the Federation!"

"Madam President, if I may be so bold..."

Eleanor asked, "Once you get back on your feet, how will you save the Federation?"

coming!

Miss Rosef suddenly gave a motherly smile.

That's a great question!

I memorized the answers myself, and I've memorized them countless times!

Hmph, watch me recite it for you!

"The Federation is facing serious problems, but there is only one core issue."

Miss Rosef raised one index finger, full of confidence.

That is confidence!

"A lack of confidence leads to bank runs, which in turn causes a monetary liquidity crisis, and..."

The girl stopped abruptly halfway through her sentence.

The room quieted down.

She blinked, as if trying to recall something.

"And...and..."

Eleanor tentatively asked, "And the credit market freeze?"

The girl's eyes lit up immediately.

"Correct!"

The voice was even half a tone higher than before.

Then she immediately realized she had lost her composure.

Miss Rosef coughed lightly, regaining her composure.

"That's right! And the credit market is frozen."

She accepted the call smoothly, a look of relief appearing on her face.

"In addition, a lack of confidence has led to stagnant business investment, and consumers... consumers..."

The voice stopped there.

Eleanor: "..."

Miss Rosef: "..."

The housekeeper, Lucy, closed her eyes in anguish.

A few seconds passed.

Miss Rosef, however, could not recall what the word was.

She asked Lucy behind her in a very low voice, "What's behind us again?"

“Consumers are tightening their belts,” Elino said.

"Yes, yes, that's it. The word 'contraction' is really hard to memorize..."

I just finished speaking.

The entire room fell completely silent.

Elinor saw that Miss Rosef's ears turned red at a visible speed.

She seemed to realize just then that it was Eleanor who had answered her question.

Waaaaah... I messed it up...

Behind her, Lucy couldn't help but hold her forehead.

Miss Rosef blushed and remained silent for a long, long time. In a daze, Eleanor saw that smoke was constantly billowing from the top of her head, like a steam engine.

Finally, she spoke.

"Lucy."

The sound was very soft.

It was as if they had mustered up a great deal of courage.

The housekeeper immediately bowed slightly.

"Madam, what's wrong?"

Even at this point, Lucy was still struggling, calling out for her mistress.

"Can I go back to my room first?"

Miss Rosef looked up, her face full of grievance, as if she was about to cry at any moment.

"I don't want to act anymore!"

"..."

Lucy fell silent.