People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Compared to that, Parvis's approach was like coaxing a child; it was more like soothing than punishment.

"Have you ever considered that it's because of your indulgence that the girl dared to be so bold?"

Palvis shrugged. "I know, but it's okay."

"Curiosity is in a scientist's nature. If we are prevented from exploring the unknown due to so-called 'rules,' what's the difference between that and killing us?"

“Levy, for scientists, curiosity may lead to death, but if you give up curiosity because you are afraid of death, it is as good as being dead.”

A stunned silence fell over the room. After a long while, Levy chuckled and shook his head:

"Hahaha, Palvis, well said."

"Sometimes, I really don't know who's crazier between us."

"Crazy?" Palvis lowered his head slightly and chuckled self-deprecatingly. "To mortals it's madness, but to Superman it's rationality."

Levy did not respond to Parvis's murmur.

He never believed in superhumans. The great leader, the iron-willed father, was also the people. He had flaws, and he didn't defeat Hitler with his own fists, one by one. For him, who formed the iron fist of the Soviet Union, there were heroes, leaders, and millions of people; there was never any superhuman.

"Fortunately, I had a backup plan."

Levy,

"When I made the bet with you, I hadn't uploaded the latest information."

He pushed open his computer, a gift that came with his job at Rheinmetall and had become Levi's close companion. He adapted quickly to this incredibly novel computer and was deeply impressed by its powerful performance.

Unlike most Rhine Lab staff who were used to saving data directly online, Levy still maintained the rigid mentality of the older generation.

He would keep paper copies, or even make paper copies first before uploading them.

"Palvis, to be honest, my research has reached a bottleneck."

"That little girl named Ifrit, her Safra body is far too fragile. It's impossible to directly revive the legendary Balrog within her. Even if we force it, what will be revived will only be a big firework, which will immediately disintegrate and disappear after burning up Ifrit, the fuel."

"I need a vessel to hold the consciousness of the Balrog."

At this point in Levy's sentence, Parvis nodded thoughtfully.

This was not a problem for him. Rhine Lab had many prototypes, all of whom were orphans or "forced orphans" from war-torn regions across the land. Among them were naturally the physically strong Vayvan race.

Even if we can't meet Levy's requirements, it doesn't matter. Rhein Life Sciences doesn't have them, but other large corporations do, Tremont has them, the military has them, Columbia has them.

There's no worry about finding a body powerful enough to bear the will of the Flame Demon.

But unexpectedly, before Palvis could agree, Levy suddenly spoke up again:

"It's best if it's not a conscious individual."

"What do you mean?" Palvis was stunned, somewhat puzzled.

Levi frowned and explained, "Restoring an ancient consciousness from hundreds of years ago from a fragment of a Fiery Demon is our first attempt. If we were to experiment on an individual with independent consciousness, it could very likely cause confusion. We have no idea whether one side will win or the two sides will merge. In the worst case, both sides' consciousnesses will be torn apart in the process, and what we end up with is simply a psychopath with the power of a Fiery Demon."

"Think about that kind of power; it's better not to build nuclear weapons at all than to build them if they can't be controlled."

"What is a nuclear bomb?" Palvis asked curiously.

“In our hometown dialect, we call it the weapon of mass destruction, or you could call it the Tsar Bomba or the Tsar Bomba,” Levy recited several names in Ursus.

Parvis nodded, assuming it was some kind of weird contraption created by the Ursus people. Those people always seem to have some kind of mysterious, high-tech stuff.

But it must be admitted that Levi's words make sense. If someone possessing the power of the Balrog is an absolute madman, then the entire Rhineland, and even Tremont, will be in danger.

"I understand, I will try my best to find a solution."

Having made his promise, Palvis turned and left the room.

Levi watched his retreating figure, and only after he had walked far away did a slight smile appear on his face.

He was lying to Palvis.

In the past, he might have worried about issues like confusion, but Ifrit's stress experiments in the Structural Department had proven that the consciousness of the Balrog, a Sarkaz, was exceptionally strong. If it were to fully awaken, the consciousness of an ordinary person would be devoured in an instant.

Just like a tissue that has been set on fire.

The reason he said that is very simple.

He also listened to Ernst's speech.

Humanitarianism—he might scoff at the word if others said it to him, but since it's an appeal from his fellow countrymen, he should at least show some respect for it.

We can't afford to embarrass our fellow human beings.

"Yes, it's time to check Ifrit's consciousness seal."

"That child is quite pitiful. I hope Palvis can find a suitable body soon and extract the Balrog's consciousness so she can live a normal life."

P.S.: The character of General Peach is someone who builds giant robots, which is quite in line with my ideas!

Chapter 161 Enshia

Shelag, Tukarim Railway Station.

Watching the train slowly approach the station, Ernst felt a surge of excitement.

Beside her, Enya held her tail high, her hands gently wrapped around Ernst's right arm, and her face showed a mixture of expectation and relief.

In contrast, Enciodes was a little further from the platform, or rather, a little further from Enya.

He didn't dare get too close to Enya, not out of fear, but simply because he didn't want to face her undisguised look of disgust. Rather than standing beside her and Ernst, pretending to be the older brother who hadn't left more than a decade ago, he chose to stand at a distance, silently watching their direction, not taking a single step, quietly being the president of Kalan Trading.

This is the path he chose, and he will not expect anyone's understanding or forgiveness for what he has given up.

Of course, the Cheese Leopard family's rare gathering wasn't for a melodramatic sibling rivalry. Their purpose was simple: to bring someone home.

Before the train doors were even fully open, the cheerful voice of a young girl inside, jumping and calling out impatiently, rang out, though it was a little hard to hear through the doors. But as soon as the doors opened completely, the mechanical noise subsided, and the lively little snow leopard burst out, the platform was filled with a cacophony of voices:

"Brother, sister!"

Encia leaped into Ernst and Enya's arms. Before she could even speak, her excitement overwhelmed, she was embraced tightly by the even more excited Enya, who thoroughly patted her from head to toe.

"Encia, how have you been lately? Has anyone been bullying you at the hospital? Are you cold? Are you used to being alone outside? Are you lonely? Are you getting used to the food? Have you been hungry?"

Ernst was stunned by this action. Those who knew the situation might think it was a sign of a close family bond, but those who didn't might have thought Enya was checking if Ensia was missing any limbs.

Even Encia was caught off guard by Enya's rapid-fire questions, which were almost like a mother's, and could only pout and interrupt:

"Sis, stop asking, stop asking. I'm just going for treatment, not going to war. Why are you so worried?"

“I…” Enya hesitated for a moment, unable to speak, but she did not loosen her grip on Enxia’s hand at all.

Seeing this, Encia could only cast a pleading look at Ernst beside her. But Ernst silently looked away, giving her an expression that said, "Don't ask me, I didn't see anything."

In the Snow Leopard family, if you were to ask who the most beloved person is, Enshia would undoubtedly be number one. Among them, Enya and Enshia have the best relationship. After all, Ernst is, after all, the younger brother. He was the head of the family after Enshia was forced to become a nun and become a saint in Victoria. He was often busy supporting this crumbling family, so the time he could spend with Enya was far less than with Enshia.

Spending time together is always the best way to maintain a relationship. This is why, in the most traditional family environments, children usually have a better relationship with their mothers who are often at home, while they often don't exchange many words with their fathers who are working away from home, even when they sit together.

Therefore, it wouldn't be a loss for Ernst and Ensia to let Enya vent the longing they'd accumulated over the long time apart.

But if anyone were to be so blind as to try to persuade Enya to let go at this moment, they would really be inviting trouble.

"Let go, Saintess. In this weather, are you planning to leave Encia standing on the platform in the wind?"

Here they come, the unlucky one has arrived.

Having received Encia's distress signal from an unknown distance, Encia, incredibly oblivious, stepped forward and uttered the most inappropriate words and terms of address at the most inappropriate time.

Ernst glanced at Enshiodis with awe, then silently distanced himself from Enya and Enshiodis. He then winked at Enshiodis.

"If a fight breaks out later, run to me."

"Third Brother, can you protect me?"

"No, but I can take you away."

"Got it! But I can run faster than you, so I'll carry you when the time comes!"

The snow leopards, seemingly on the same wavelength, exchanged opinions. Ernst nodded, touched.

Look, look, this is my little sister whom I raised little by little. She already knows how to take care of her brother who has hemiplegia!

Exhilarating, gratifying, and moving!

"Does President Ensiodis have no regard for family, so he even has to interfere with other people's family reunions?"

Enshiodis frowned, not understanding what Enya was angry about this time:

“I was just telling the truth. It was cold on the platform, and Encia had just returned from Victoria without wearing warm clothes. Letting her stay on the platform in that state would make her very susceptible to catching a cold. She's also sick, so why would I be concerned about her health?”

"Are you saying I don't care about her health?" Enya retorted, extending her hand. Ya'er stepped forward and handed her a thick sweater. Needless to say, this was also hand-knitted by Enya herself during her spare time at Manju Academy. "I care about Enya much more than some of those guys who only talk the talk but never walk the walk!"

"I don't want to argue with you. I've prepared clothing for Encia made from a new type of thermal insulation material from Colombia..."

"Do you really think that spending some money will..."

"I........"

It started.

Ernst frantically gave Encia meaningful glances, and Encia, knowing what to do, slowly began to move backward.

Some might wonder why she didn't try to persuade Enya and Ensiodes to mediate their argument.

Encia and Ernst would only ask the person who asked the question, "How many times do you think we've seen them argue?"

If mediation were effective, we would have done it long ago. Having been dragged into these situations countless times and reduced to the ruthless act of adding layers of clothing, the two had come to understand one fact all too well.

When Enciodes and Enya start arguing, nothing you say will help. It's better to run away quickly, separate them, and not give them a chance to escalate their relationship.

Once she was sure they were at a safe distance, Encia turned around abruptly, dodging Enya's merciless iron hand that was about to put a sweater on her. She then shook off the muscular arm of the horn Matthorn, who was pretending to block them, and shoved aside the smirking messenger Weiss. She then bypassed Ya'er, who was giving her and Ernst a kind smile, and ran quickly to Ernst's side. Grabbing her brother's arm, she ran towards Tukarim.

Ten minutes later, in Ernst's office.

After a vigorous run, Ernst lay on his office chair, covered in sweat, and exchanged a glance with Encia, who was sprawled out on the sofa. He couldn't help but smile helplessly.

"How come I've been away for a year and Eun-ya and Eun-hyo-dis are still the same?"

Encia rubbed her head, pretending to have a headache.

Ernst shrugged: "These two are stubborn, neither of them is willing to give an inch. If this continues, they might not be able to reconcile even if they are given another two years."

"Brother, can't you think of something?" Encia rolled over and lay on the sofa, propping her head up with her hands. Her two shapely legs bounced up and down idly, creating a strange rhythm with her swaying tail. "You've been making headlines lately. I even see your news on TV in my hospital room!"

"Not only patients, but many doctors praise you too. I'm so proud!" Encia said with a bright smile. "Everyone says you're a resourceful person. Why don't you think of a way to get Encia and Enya back together?"

“This is a bit difficult.” Ernst grinned, looking like he was facing a problem.

To be honest, the choice in this matter isn't his. Even if he creates a hundred good opportunities, if the two people themselves are unwilling to reconcile, even the best atmosphere will be ruined.

Conversely, if the two people truly have the intention to reconcile, even on an ordinary afternoon, they can naturally embrace each other and make up as before.

Encia clearly understood this as well, and could only sigh regretfully, pouting, "Alright."

"Alright, stop looking so gloomy, cheer up," Ernst said. "The reason I called you back this time is because we found a good medical company. Rhodes Island, you've heard of it, right? I've reached an agreement with them, so you can transfer to their hospital from now on, and Dr. Kal'tsit will personally take care of your condition."

Ernst may doubt Kal'tsit's management skills, and he may suspect that Kal'tsit has any ulterior motives, but the one thing he has no doubt about is Kal'tsit's character and professional competence as a doctor.

The old lynx is quite reliable in this regard, Ernst can rest assured.

Encia nodded, then changed the subject and asked:

“But on my way back, Matterhorn told me that you were going to Victoria for the Duke of Caesar’s banquet, weren’t you?”

"You want to go too?" Ernst asked.

The Duke of Caesar's reason for the invitation was a family dinner, and the invitees were indeed the Shivaish family. Theoretically, Encia could also attend.

But Ernst was reluctant to bring Encia along. Unlike Enya, who held the belief that "saints (religious leaders) should not be touched lightly," he was simply worried about Encia's safety.

The Duke of Caesar had a whole repertoire of underhanded tactics, and Ernst had grown somewhat numb from hearing about them from Daphne these past few days. He didn't want to bring Encia into that dangerous environment.

If Ernst hadn't been careful and hadn't protected her, he would have regretted it for the rest of his life.

Fortunately, Encia shook her head upon hearing this:

"No, I have no interest in aristocratic banquets or anything like that. I'd rather go mountain climbing. My dream is to one day climb Mount Kalan solo without taking any trails, and go to Manjusang Monastery to find my sister!"

Ernst secretly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded with a smile:

"Nice dream."

"When will Rhodes Island arrive?"

Encia's thinking is always very unconventional, sometimes making Ernst feel like he can't keep up.