Yes, Madam Prime Minister

The second brother is skilled in magic and has a penchant for military strategy.

Logically speaking, the throne should never have been his, so Lucien was reckless and unruly in his youth, doing drugs, drinking heavily, hunting demons, and playing with women—doing whatever was exciting.

Little did he know that his eldest brother would give up the throne to become a priest, and his second brother would suddenly fall ill and die young, leaving him to inherit the throne.

After a moment of silence, Lucien gazed into the distance and asked, "Tell me, why does the king watch his kingdom decline, yet feel powerless to do anything about it?"

Faced with the sudden question, Dinia was momentarily stunned, and in her thoughts, she recalled some content from the book "Musketeers, Mages, and Civil Servants".

He replied, "It's because the kingdom's subjects have become increasingly corrupt, forming interest groups one by one. No matter what kind of positive changes the king wants to make, there will always be some interest group opposing it, and in the end, it becomes a situation where no changes can be made, just like an old man whose body can no longer obey his commands."

"The decline of a kingdom is like the aging of a person; the problem is not that the person is sick, but that the person has lost the ability to cure the disease."

Lucien's eyes lit up. This didn't seem like Dinia's answer. Interesting.

“Not bad, but not enough,” Lucien praised, then asked, “In fact, many times, the king simply cannot see that the country is already in decline. Do you remember when you beat up the police chief?”

Dinia certainly remembered that she was the Third Princess's private magic tutor at the time.

One day, the eldest princess asked her to stay overnight at the palace, but the princess was gentle and frugal.

A servant brought over two cakes, which were cold and unpalatable. The eldest princess asked her if they were good, and said that the desserts were very expensive, costing one and a half taels of silver each, and that she usually didn't eat them.

Dinia immediately became famous because, although the cake contained white sugar, it was worth at most two copper flintlock pistols.

Dinia called the head of the kitchen and asked him to make two hot soufflés, because she wanted the eldest princess to know what delicious desserts were like.

The other party replied that they couldn't make it, and that if they wanted to, they would have to hire a pastry chef and set up a special soufflé team.

Dinia suppressed her anger and said that there was a small shop not far from the palace that was run by a mother and daughter and sold soufflés. She often went there because they were delicious and they only sold one and a half copper flintlock pistols. She could go there directly to buy them and get a special insulated box so they would arrive still hot.

Two days later, several dessert shops near the princess's residence were vandalized, and the mother and daughter were beaten and humiliated.

Dinia went to see the police chief, but the chief was very perfunctory and gave no explanation. He even asked sarcastically, "Does the Kingdom's Hero intend to bully such a lowly chief as himself?"

I went to see him several times, but he still wouldn't give me an explanation.

Dinia finally lost her temper and took action.

Lucien said with a self-deprecating laugh, "This is what happens when you grow up in the palace; you don't even know how much a cake costs."

"The cake is a small thing, the problem is there are too many cakes like this."

"This is how a foolish and ignorant king is made."

Chapter Fifty-One: The Examination for Marriage is Underway, While Everyone's Fishing and Eating Their Main Meals

King Lucien picked up the fishing rod he had thrown to the ground, sat back down, and slowly baited the hook, saying as he did so, "I have only three daughters. The next king of the Kingdom of Fas will be a queen. The eldest daughter is too gentle, and the second daughter is too impulsive."

The third daughter wasn't mentioned because she's only nine years old this year, so it's completely impossible.

“I will make my eldest daughter the crown prince as soon as possible, but I must choose my son-in-law myself, from among the commoners.”

With that, King Lucien cast his fishing rod.

Dinya completely misunderstood the king's words: select from the commoners?

"She can't handle the sons of those noble families, and the princes of those countries are all the same kind of scoundrels as I was when I was young. I plan to select a future queen consort from among the commoners through an examination to assist her in ruling."

"The throne must not be contested. Throughout history, any struggle for the throne has caused great chaos in the country."

"But a king only has a few children, and sometimes he may not even be able to find a single normal one."

"Since that's the case, let's just pick a good helper. My Kingdom of Phos has a population of 20 million and countless outstanding young people. Surely we can select a group of excellent talents?"

“Once they are selected, they will be sent to local areas to gain experience for a few years, and then they will return to the central cabinet as secretaries.”

"Finally, let her choose one of these secretaries to be her husband."

"With such a person as her consort, at least she won't be easily deceived by those people anymore."

King Lucien spoke repeatedly, revealing to Dinia his grand plan.

Dinia understood, but still had a question, "What will happen to the Crown Prince in the future?"

The king smiled slightly, "Simple. The queen is also selected through examination. Aren't there talented women among them? This could even be institutionalized."

Was the selection of the king and queen through examinations? And was it formalized into a system?

Was His Majesty drunk? But she remembered that His Majesty had given up drinking five years ago.

Dinia wanted to ask the king why he had told her this.

But King Lucien suddenly changed the subject and started talking to Dinya about some of his outrageous past deeds. When recounting these stories, Lucien spoke in a teasing tone, but Dinya could sense that His Majesty was actually somewhat proud of his outrageous past. As they talked, Lucien even mentioned how he used to pretend to be a minor nobleman and seduce several girls of different social statuses at the same time.

At that moment, he was just like a drunken old father showing off his glorious achievements in his youth to his son.

As dusk approached, Lucien stopped. "Are you tired of hearing this too?"

“A little,” Dinia said frankly; she was a little annoyed.

"Haha, alright, you may leave now," King Lucien said. "By the way, I noticed you brought a box with you when you came earlier. Was it a gift for me?"

“I’m sorry, Your Majesty, that’s a novel I’ve been reading recently,” Dinia said.

She lied. The box didn't contain a novel, but rather the book "Musketeers, Mages and Civil Servants," which she had originally planned to present to the king, mentioning Ronan's name along the way.

However, after hearing the king's words that he would use an examination to select potential consorts, then send them to the provinces for training, then return to the central government as secretaries, and finally let the princess choose for herself.

She immediately dismissed the idea.

Soon after, Dinia left.

The king stood there, watching the direction she had left, and couldn't help but sigh, "Youth is truly wonderful."

Dinia's previous answer sounded awkward and was clearly not her usual style. So who said that? It couldn't be her junior staff member; it could only be that secretary from before the new year.

This kid dared to "corrupt" his daughter.

"Ah, cut."

At the same time, thousands of miles away, on a fishing boat in the Mediterranean Sea, Ronan sneezed.

"Young Master, are you alright?" Elena asked anxiously.

“It’s just a sneeze,” Ronan said. “I’m a full-rank mage, what’s a little sea breeze to me?”

Ronan was also fishing, along with Elena. They were sea fishing and had bought a lot of oysters before heading out to sea, so they could eat oysters if they couldn't catch anything.

Before sunset, Ronan successfully caught a fish. This wasn't a matter of technique, but rather a problem with the sea itself. The Mediterranean Sea is a place with poor fishery resources; it's better suited for catching fish with a net.

As darkness fell, Elena began to cook: grilled oysters, fried fish, and some noodles—that was all for the meal.

We can't ask more of her, because Elena's cooking skills are really terrible. Most of the time, the cook does the cooking, and Ronan only cooks occasionally.

But today is different. It's Ronan's birthday. If he does it himself, Elena will definitely turn against him.

Elena was dressed in a maid outfit, her bust was bulging, and her breasts were not small at all. Her skirt was very long, and only her ankles and insteps covered by black stockings could be seen.

Soon after, the meal was served.

Seeing Ronan eat a piece of oyster and a couple of bites of noodles, Elena quickly asked, "Young Master, how is it?"

“Very good,” Ronan praised. “This pesto is especially delicious.”

Elena's face instantly lit up with a happy smile.

In terms of ethnicity, she is a descendant of barbarian tribes in the north who worship the moon goddess, but she grew up in a commercial city in the south of Vena, where pesto is a versatile sauce and is most commonly used to mix with noodles.

After the meal, Elena cleared the dishes, while Ronan lit a magic lamp that only magicians could use and began to look through some reports.

In order for the "Open the Window" operation to proceed smoothly, Ronan mobilized a number of people to begin the actual investigation ahead of time.

Soon, Elena finished tidying up and found Ronan still reading the report. So she walked over and lowered her voice, deliberately mimicking that seductive tone, "Young Master, it's time for dinner."

“Let me finish reading this,” Ronan replied.

Elena pouted angrily and slapped the report in Ronan's hand.

"Stop fooling around," Ronan said.

Elena glared at Ronan, kicked off her left lace-up shoe, stood on her right leg, and slowly raised her left foot. With extraordinary resilience and balance, she managed to raise her foot to a horizontal position. Even though her toes were covered by black stockings, making movement very inconvenient, she still managed to pinch a corner of the report document with her toes.

Black stockings and calves were stretched across her face, her toes gripping the documents and pulling them outwards.

Ronan's eyes froze instantly. Elena's legs were the kind that showed obvious signs of exercise, firm and muscular. If this amount of muscle were on an average woman's legs, they would definitely be considered thick, and even slimming black stockings wouldn't save them. But Elena was no ordinary woman.

Elena, who is 175cm tall, has excellent proportions. She has long legs, long calves, long Achilles tendons, and slender feet, which gives her a perfect balance of athleticism and strength.

The way she straightened her legs and clenched her toes at that moment further accentuated her athleticism.

Under the bright yellow light, the long legs encased in black stockings were covered with an extremely alluring sheen, and a distinct bright line appeared on the black stockings, extending from the curve of the calf all the way to the toes.

Chapter Fifty-Two: Cried, Sulking, and Then Again

Swallowed.

Ronan put down the report in his hand, and Elena slowly pulled her leg back at the same time.

The next moment, before Elena could even stand up straight, Ronan pounced on her and pinned her to the deck, beginning an aggressive, passionate kiss.

Elena closed her eyes, wrapped her arms around Ronan, and her blonde hair spread out on the deck like dazzling golden flowers.

In the midst of their passionate kiss, Ronan slipped his left hand inside her clothes and lifted her skirt with his other hand, constantly caressing her slightly thick thighs, feeling the unique texture of the pantyhose—smooth yet slightly abrasive—and the taut muscles bound by the pantyhose.

Before long, Ronan's left hand began to grasp Elena's breasts, while his right hand, with two fingers together, began to rub her pubic area, making a soft rustling sound.

Gradually, Elena went limp, her breathing became rapid, and the crotch of her pantyhose became soaked.

“Elena, why don’t you reconsider?” Ronan asked.

"I'm not considering it!" Elena said sweetly but firmly.

Ronan stood up, grabbed Elena's ankles with both hands, lifted her legs perpendicular to the ground, pressed her legs tightly together, and then grabbed her ankles with one hand.

From this perspective, Ronan could see down from the heels to the plump buttocks. Looking up from there, the buttocks were transparent, the back of the knees were opaque, the calves were semi-transparent, the ankles were opaque, and the heels and toes were transparent.

The lines of the legs when they are together and the change in the color of the pantyhose further accentuate the full, rounded fleshiness.

Such a powerful image directly spurred Ronan on.

Ronan's large, fleshy root began to frantically thrust into the gap between his legs; the more it thrust, the bigger and harder the root became.

After a while, Ronan carried Elena to the bed in the cabin and pulled up her black stockings and white underwear together.

After teasing for a while, the proud root slowly squeezed in, and Elena's pupils dilated instantly, and all ten toes clenched together.

Then, Ronan put one of Elena's legs on his shoulder, grabbed her other ankle with one hand, and rubbed it against his face.

After a while, Ronan changed his posture to the most common missionary position and quickened the pace.

Elena crossed her legs behind Ronan's waist, clamping them tightly together. Her insteps were arched, and her toes curled inward and outward within her stockings as Ronan moved.

Ronan felt that the first time didn't need to last too long. After about ten minutes, he pried Elena's legs off his waist, pulled away, got up, went to the side, and ejaculated against the wall.

When Ronan turned around, he found Elena crying. She hadn't cried at all from the beginning until now, but suddenly she was crying.

Ronan was stunned for a moment. Elena, who was still sobbing, crawled over on her hands and feet, opened her mouth and took the still-erect penis into her mouth, sucking it hard and drawing in all the remaining semen.

Ronan could tell that Elena was just being stubborn.

"Alright, stop fooling around," Ronan said.

Elena relented, stood up, spat at Ronan's feet, sniffled, and stared silently at Ronan.

"Alright, it was my fault," Ronan apologized.

"Hmph," Elena snorted coldly, turning her face away from Ronan.

"Don't be angry anymore. I'll buy you whatever you want," Ronan said with a smile, trying to appease her.

Elena pouted, "I don't want that, I want a baby."

“I’ve said it many times, illegitimate children are not well-liked. At least wait until I find an understanding wife,” Ronan said, explaining his reasoning.

Elena understood this principle, but she was still furious and kicked Ronan hard, knocking him over.

Ronan got up. "How do you have such strength?"

“I am a full-fledged mage now, young master,” Elena replied.

"Huh?" Ronan was stunned.

If he remembered correctly, Elena shouldn't have fully mastered the seven fundamentals yet. Her "manipulation" and "attachment" skills were terrible, almost nonexistent.

Could it be that things have gone smoothly recently?

No way, could it be that Elena is actually a genius, and was just held back by Ronan in the past?