Yes, Madam Prime Minister

Ronan explained.

He was genuinely afraid that Ambrina would use the food incident to bring up topics he didn't want to get involved in.

Fortunately, Ambrina didn't say anything more.

Lunch ended peacefully, and in the afternoon, Ronan simply hid in his room to read. He was afraid of this princess.

Time flew by and night fell.

Ambrina and Alice lived in the largest room, while Ronan and Elena lived in the smaller room.

Just as Ronan was holding Elena and preparing to fall asleep, he suddenly heard a knocking sound at the door. Ronan quickly got up, put on his robe, went over, and opened the hatch. It wasn't Alice, but Ambrina.

Her long, slightly wavy, tawny hair was tied in a low ponytail and draped over her left shoulder. She wore a purple cashmere robe with symmetrical gold embroidery on both sides, which together formed the core of the Freigo family crest: a golden double-headed eagle.

She was wearing a white nightgown with lace trim on the neckline, cuffs, and hem. The nightgown was below the knee, revealing part of her thighs and the rest of her calves.

Ambrina's legs are unlike those of the figures in Dinia's paintings, which have the golden ratio; unlike Elena's, which are long and shapely; unlike Alice's, which are slender and delicate; and unlike Yvette's, which are the legs of a little girl. Ambrina's legs have a slightly chubby feel, not the kind of plump flesh, but the kind of flesh that a teenage girl who doesn't usually exercise much is beginning to mature from immaturity. Just looking at them gives you the feeling that they are soft to the touch.

This feeling is even more pronounced when encased in pearly white pantyhose.

The white stockings she wore were not ordinary silk; they were made from the silk spun by a kind of venomous insect from the cold northern lands, and then processed using magic, just like the black stockings that Dinia often wore.

In reality, conventional textile processes of that era simply couldn't produce pantyhose.

The shoes she wore were nude-colored, round-toed, single-strap soft sheepskin flats, and the smooth, rounded instep covered in white silk looked like creamy ice cream.

Ambrina noticed that Ronan kept his head down and didn't speak, so she assumed that Ronan wanted to bow to her, but it was inconvenient in front of her other maid who was unaware of the situation.

“Mr. Ronan, there’s no need for that.” Ambrina raised her hand, gesturing for Ronan to look up.

"Oh." Ronan snapped out of his reverie. "Miss Igor, is there anything I can help you with?"

"Can we talk outside?" Ambrina asked in a questioning tone.

“Of course, no problem,” Ronan said.

The two went up to the deck and to the stern.

“I want to ask how I can find my own weapon,” Ambrina said, looking at Ronan.

Chapter Sixty-Four: The Throne, Power, and It Turns Out to Be a Submarine

She had previously said Ronan was very powerful, but Ronan disagreed, stating that he could only suppress the other five because he possessed weapons they lacked, much like a musketeer defeating a knight in armor with a musket. He claimed that in a truly equal fight, he couldn't defeat any of the other five.

These words were deeply imprinted in Ambrina's heart.

After what happened three years ago, and considering the events of the past two years, Ambrina deeply felt that she was not someone who could manage those civil servants from impoverished noble families and various councilors, mainly magicians. She couldn't even manage the servants in her own mansion.

If only Isabel, the younger sister, weren't so radical and extreme, quick to kill, and associated with a group of eccentric people who called themselves "retro-schools."

She was willing to give up her right of succession and pass the throne to her sister; all she wanted was a garden where she could grow flowers and raise birds.

But since my sister is like this, I absolutely cannot hand over the throne to her.

But what if I were to sit on the throne myself?

This trip was to relax, broaden my horizons, and also to find an answer.

Now, she felt she was close to the answer; she needed a weapon that no one else had.

But she didn't know exactly what the weapon was.

"Your worries are unnecessary. You are the one who holds the weapons, and both legions are loyal to the royal family. If you become king one day, your power will be limitless, and no one will dare to disobey your orders."

Ronan said.

The two legions are, firstly, the Kingdom Mage Legion, which consists of hundreds of full-rank mages. Its composition is not fixed, and the leader is not always appointed, but the leader must be from the Aegis Orphanage. Dinia once served as the acting leader.

Secondly, there is the Kingdom's Seventh Army, mainly composed of three thousand novice mages and musketeers, plus various other types of troops, totaling nearly ten thousand men. This force is stationed in the northeast of the capital and can enter the capital in no time.

“My servants dared not disobey me, but that was the result,” Ambrina said. “Mr. Ronan, you said that if a king can only deal with his subjects by parrying their moves, he has already lost. In this respect, I am like a farmer’s daughter who has never learned to use an axe and a knight who has been through countless battles with a longsword.”

"What I want is the kind of 'weapon' that you used to suppress those five people, Mr. Ronan."

Ambrina's eyes held no trace of weakness, only a fierce desire.

The moment Ronan saw that intense desire, he was moved. It wasn't the kind of attraction a man feels for a woman, but rather the restlessness in his heart that wanted to do something, the heart that was positioned to the left. But the next instant, this brief restlessness disappeared, and his heart returned to the center.

He is currently just the secretary-general of the city hall's secretariat.

Even in the future, he will remain a civil servant; his power lies in execution, and his execution is his true power.

“Actually…” Ronan was about to change the subject when the ship suddenly began to rock violently. However, there were no waves around, and just now, the ship had clearly shaken, as if it had been hit by something underwater.

Some kind of animal? Impossible.

The largest animal in this sea is only a three-meter-long tuna; there is absolutely no animal large enough to easily capsize a ten-meter-long ship, including any known monster.

"Elena!" Ronan called out, and Elena quickly came over. In fact, she didn't need Ronan to call her; she had already rushed over the moment she felt the tremor.

The moment Ronan shouted, Elena had already arrived.

Ronan then gave Elena a look that signaled him to protect Princess Ambrina.

With such a major situation unfolding, everyone had reached the deck in almost a breath or two. The ship had stabilized again, but no one dared to let their guard down. The tense atmosphere only intensified. The five Seapipers prepared to steer the ship away.

The next instant, it felt as if something had bumped the boat from below and to the side, causing it to tilt even more violently than before, almost capsizing.

The boat veered and drifted on the sea for quite some distance before finally coming to a stop.

The magic light was turned on, and a huge oval-shaped black shadow could be seen lurking beneath the surface of the sea in the distance, and it was gradually expanding as it rose.

An unknown monster?

No, that shape is too regular, and no animal floats vertically like that.

As everyone held their breath and stared intently at the shadow, the sea rippled and the water parted to the sides. A cabin on the top of the unidentified object emerged from the water, and then, little by little, the entire body of it surfaced.

Soon, the unidentified object surfaced completely, its entire outline revealed to everyone.

Nearly twenty meters long, with a top resembling a ship's deck and a streamlined oval shape below, this is not an animal, but a man-made object.

Everyone was stunned, including Ronan. However, while the others were surprised because they had never seen a creation of this form before, Ronan was surprised because three words instantly popped into his mind when he saw it—submarine.

Moreover, Ronan was all too familiar with the color and texture.

It has the same color and texture as the Resonance Magic Mech Fantasy Symphony shell.

Then, something even more surprising happened: this thing, without sails or oars, sailed directly toward their boat, instantly putting everyone on edge.

Ronan, however, relaxed. He was now certain that the other party was not after the princess, nor was their aim an attack.

Several seapipe people are preparing to take action.

"Teliska, don't move."

Ronan called out to the five Seapipers who were about to take action.

He knew very well that the small boat couldn't escape, and it was impossible for those two small cannons to repel the submarine.

Trisca, a priest of the Seapipers. Although almost every Seapiper can sail, most only have experience driving small fishing boats with a single triangular sail. That's why Ronan specifically sought him out, as he can sail large ships. He was also one of the priests who survived the last one to enter the obelisk with them.

But precisely because of this, as the strange ship drew closer, he immediately recognized that the exterior of this strange ship that had emerged from the sea was made of magic stone.

“It wasn’t us,” Trisca quickly protested, not wanting Ronan to misunderstand.

As soon as she finished speaking, the top hatch of the strange ship opened, and a tall, blonde, blue-eyed young maid, just like Elena, pushed a person in a wheelchair out of it.

Then, a man and a woman came out from inside.

One of the men shouted from a distance, "Mr. Ronan, don't do anything unnecessary, or we will immediately destroy your ship and kill everyone except you."

Ronan raised his hands. "No problem, we'll stay here."

After saying that, Ronan leaned down to Ambrina beside him and whispered in her ear in a very low voice, "No matter what happens, don't reveal your true identity or take any action. I'll take care of everything, please don't worry."

The submarine circled around the sea and finally arrived at a position parallel to Ronan's ship. Then, a folding iron bridge was deployed.

They've boarded the ship.

Chapter Sixty-Five: Threats, Counter-Threats, Familiar Things

The other party did not board the ship directly, but came to the side of the submarine.

The first to arrive was an old man being pushed along by a blonde maid, followed by a man with a short beard, a hooked nose, thick eyebrows, and deep forehead wrinkles, and finally a woman wearing a headscarf and a gold forehead ornament, with a long string of silver ornaments around her neck.

Although the old man's face was half covered by a mask that even covered his eyes, and his body was wrapped in a lot of bandages, the one eye that was exposed was enough for Ronan to be certain that the old man was a Haidi.

But this is not surprising. In fact, it would be strange if he were not a Heidi, because very few people knew Ronan's whereabouts, except for Dinia, Yvette, and the Heidi.

What's truly interesting is that, judging from the magical aura they deliberately exuded, the blonde maid was most likely a male Phos, and the woman wearing a headscarf was also a first-tier, upright mage.

Three orthodox magicians, seemingly led by an old man from the Seapipes—isn't that interesting enough?

If we only talk about current, theoretical combat strength, Ronan's side is stronger than the other side's three Tier 1 mages. He is Tier 2, Elena and the princess are Tier 1, and Alice is also considered one of the stronger novice mages.

Ronan didn't know what other tricks the other side had up their sleeve, and the princess's combat skills were probably extremely poor; if a real fight broke out, she would likely be the first to suffer.

Therefore, Ronan abandoned the idea of ​​sneaking up and taking down his opponent in an instant.

"Damn it, there's a traitor among us!" Trisca roared angrily. If there wasn't a traitor, how could the enemy have just happened to be here to ambush them? Moreover, this strange ship that he had never seen before was most likely a product of the old era, requiring the use of resonance stones to operate. But the resonating stones that were still usable couldn't have been obtained from the outside world. If there wasn't a traitor, what else could it be?

“Young compatriots, you’ve misunderstood,” the old man said, his voice extremely hoarse, as if his throat had been burned. “The resonance stone in my hand comes from the same source as yours. As for your whereabouts, ha, not everyone is willing to die for this Mr. Ronan, don’t you think?”

“You shameful fugitives,” Trisca said, clenching her fist. “You deserve to be drowned in the sea and eaten by blackfish until not even bones are left.”

Upon hearing the word "fugitives," Ronan recalled some events. Decades ago, a large-scale massacre of the Haidi people began, and many Haidi people fled south by boat. However, their small fishing boats were no match for warships in terms of speed or combat power, but thanks to their superior swimming skills, nearly 10,000 people still managed to escape.

The old man, whose face was half-covered by a mask, remained unmoved. "In terms of shamefulness, it is more shameful to be a slave and to worship the descendants of your enemy as your benefactor."

Ronan interrupted the two Heidi men's conversation, "Hey old man, did you come here to talk about this? Let's get straight to the point."

The old man's eye darted around in its socket before fixing on Ronan. "Hand over the key you have."

The key is indeed with Ronan.

Previously in the alternate dimension, Gardener Tyr said a lot. Ronan didn't believe this artificial intelligence robot who claimed to be human, but Ronan was certain of one thing: his time travel was not a simple time travel.

So, after escaping from that alternate dimension, Ronan didn't return the shrunken key to the Heidi, but instead wore it around his neck as a pendant.

Ronan raised his hand and gripped the key tightly. "I think what you're going to do next is invite all of us to your submarine. I think that's fine, but I hope the process will be pleasant, otherwise I'll destroy this key in an instant."

“Your power and magic cannot destroy this key,” said the old Heidilman, who only had one eye showing.

"Ha, I'm the man who killed your god, are you sure?" Ronan shook the key, a villainous threatening smile on his face. "Old man, you're the head of this submarine, right? If you're the captain, then from now on I'm the first mate. Otherwise, this key will be gone in no time."

"God? You heard that brat Treka talking about him, eh-ya hahaha." The old man's dry, hoarse voice uttered an extremely unpleasant whisper. "That's just God's servant."

“That’s God’s servant, and you’re nothing but his tool, a rotten old piece of trash,” Ronan said. “Of course, who you are doesn’t affect our negotiations. I’ll say it again: from now on, I’m your first mate.”

The old man's single eye darted around again, and after a moment of silence, he sneered, "Then, newly appointed first mate, bring your men aboard. Otherwise, your ship isn't very safe, so don't do anything unnecessary."

He was reminding Ronan and his group that they must all come aboard the submarine, or their ship would be destroyed, and they shouldn't even think about having a Seapiper abandon ship and escape to report back.

"I'm already the first mate, why would I do anything unnecessary?"

Ronan continued speaking in a teasing tone, knowing that although he had the key, the other party couldn't stay there and confront him forever.

If pushed too far, the other side might actually destroy the ship.

Turning back, Ronan looked at Ambrina and saw her nod slightly without saying a word. She didn't seem nervous or flustered, and Ronan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, even feeling a little surprised.

He was surprised that the princess could remain so calm under pressure; he had thought that at most she could only refrain from speaking carelessly.

"Let's go," Ronan called out, turning around and being the first to step onto the iron bridge, heading towards the submarine.

Ambrina, who was actually very nervous, subconsciously wanted to follow Ronan, whom she considered very impressive. However, the moment she took a step, the sense of distance she had developed from being conditioned by etiquette since childhood made her hesitate. Elena was the first to catch up with Ronan.

Ambrina was the second, and Alice immediately followed after her when she saw Ambrina step forward.

Then came five Heidie people, including Trisca.

Ronan and his group were led down into the submarine by a man with a short beard and a big nose, followed by a woman in a headscarf, and finally an old man in a wheelchair being pushed by a blonde maid.

Soon, the old man came to Ronan at the front of the group. Face to face with him at such close range, Ronan noticed something else: the blonde maid's eyes were vacant, and her movements were stiff and mechanical, like a controlled puppet, but she was indeed a living person.

“It’s time to state our purpose,” Ronan said. “I think you want more than just the key.”

“No rush.” The old man waved his hand, then looked at the man with the short beard and big nose. “Frederic, take them to that big room.”

Soon, Ronan and his group were led to what was supposed to be a large room.

After everyone went inside, the only door slammed shut.

The door could not be opened normally from the inside. Not only that, but there was also a strange power in the room, similar to the magic-suppressing field that Ronan and Dinia encountered on the ninth underground floor. However, it was not completely magic-suppressing, but it greatly weakened magic, and even their physical condition seemed to have weakened. In addition, the walls and the door itself were made of magic stone material with high magic resistance, making it almost impossible to break the door by force.

It was clear that the other party intended to detain Ronan and his group temporarily.