Yes, Madam Prime Minister

She didn't react much at first because she didn't understand what the so-called "artificial intelligence" in the book meant. She was also confused about the whole short story. Even after Ronan explained it to her, she still only half understood.

But when magical plants were mentioned, she immediately realized something was amiss, because all the known monsters in this world were animals.

Turn the page and continue; the author suddenly becomes mischievous.

"This plant is similar to cotton. Although I have never tried to make it into a replica, I think it could be made into something similar to stockings. I never thought that something I saw in ancient texts when I was young would exist in this world. By the way, I also have a lot of antique picture books in my collection, but unfortunately I didn't bring them with me."

After hearing Ambrina read this sentence, Ronan couldn't help but smile knowingly. It seemed that this girl was a kindred spirit.

Turning the page again, it was the last page.

This page then turned into text that only Ronan could understand.

"I imagine you, who can read our language, must be quite confused about your identity, right? If you met those robots, they would think you were a 'reader,' someone we chose. In reality, you weren't created by us, but rather born from something illogical, which unfortunately led to that idiot being killed by an antique bicycle."

"Of course, there is another possibility, which I believe you have already guessed. However, I hope you remember what I said before: the Anti-Logic Clan may just be ordinary people."

"It's a pity there wasn't enough time, otherwise I really wanted to learn the magic of this world, maybe I could find some clues about the Anti-Logic Clan."

Ronan knew what the author meant by the other possibility: that he, Ronan, was a person who defied logic.

Next, the script reverted to the script of the old empire.

"The seeds are yours."

"If you're not a descendant of Luna or Tyr, you'll turn into a corpse if you drink that potion."

"After I leave, the things within the connection point will inevitably go out of control, so I hope you will not explore them."

"Finally, to say something very old, something that people who study social sciences like to say, what makes us human is that we have an id, an ego, and a superego, which are also called animality, humanity, and divinity."

"I hope you don't end up on the same path as us."

This sentence is the last sentence the author left in this thin book.

After reading it, Ronan stood up, walked to the window, drew back the curtains, and stared blankly at the distant sea.

To be honest, the author's writing is dry and lacks any sense of desolate epic feeling, like the embers of a dying civilization surviving alone. What could have been a powerful and moving piece of writing fails to evoke any empathy. It's just a collection of random thoughts, and the author even throws in a few sarcastic remarks every now and then, ruining the atmosphere.

Reading any long poems by third-rate poets will evoke more emotional responses than reading this book.

Any random, tattered novel would be more interesting than this one.

But for some reason, Ronan felt a sense of emptiness at that moment.

Is it because he is also alone? It seems so. He is also alone, unable to go back, and he can't even be sure if the hometown in his memory is really his hometown.

Just then, a sudden knocking sound pulled Ronan back from his reverie, and he heard Elena's voice, "Young Master, it's lunchtime."

I am not alone.

At that moment, Ronan said this to himself.

“They’re here,” Ronan replied, then turned to Ambrina. “Let’s go, Your Highness.”

Everyone had lunch together.

In the afternoon, Ronan had Alice take Ambrina out for a stroll, while he himself stayed in the manor with Elena.

As the saying goes, all the frustration of exploring and fighting monsters is just a prelude to the joy of opening the treasure chest after something happens. Ronan's treasure chest has been opened, and now it's time to open Elena's.

She drank the potion and immediately advanced to a second-tier mage, and it seems she also has other special abilities.

“Come on, tell me about your current magic,” Ronan said expectantly, much like someone opening a box.

“Well, how should I put it?” Elena rubbed her fingers together, unsure where to begin. “My vow has been washed away.”

“Good news,” Ronan said.

He hadn't asked Elena about the details of her oath, but he roughly knew it was something like loyalty to him as her master. This kind of oath was troublesome. What if Ronan got into some kind of crisis? Wouldn't she have to take action, or she would suffer the consequences? But if she acted rashly, it might have negative effects.

"My first-order vow has become loyalty to my lover, but the magic hasn't changed; it's still the kind of all-around buff that can only be cast on you."

"The second-tier oath is to worship the moon goddess, and the magic will still release comprehensive buffs, as well as the effect of restoring the body's vitality and magic power. Moreover, you can act as an intermediary, Ronan, and then release it on up to five other women."

Elena briefly described her magic.

Simply put, she went from being a single-target buff monster to a multi-faceted buff monster and healer.

Ronan nodded, then asked, "So what does it take to worship the moon goddess?"

"I don't know." Elena shook her head. She really didn't know. Her branch had long been integrated into the local community and didn't have any unique beliefs or customs.

"Wow, is it that fun?" Ronan exclaimed in surprise.

If Elena doesn't know what it takes to worship the Moon Goddess, there are no strict requirements, and she doesn't need to worry about being harmed by the oath.

Chapter 88 Divine Power, Dialogue, Dark History

People really can't be generalized. Take Astrid, whom I met before, for example. Her oath was much more specific, and the more specific it was, the more difficult it was to deal with. Elena's oath, on the other hand, was completely vague. Plus, she didn't know what it meant to worship the Moon Goddess. Since the binding effect of an oath comes from subjective perception, her oath was practically useless.

"You really have absolutely no idea what it's about to worship the moon goddess?"

Ronan asked, "This is a very serious question."

“I really don’t know,” Elena said, frowning as she thought for a long time. “If I really had to say, it would be this.” As she spoke, Elena made a fist with one hand and quickly moved her index finger back and forth inside the fist with the other hand, making a rustling sound.

“Don’t joke around,” Ronan said seriously.

Elena pouted. "I'm not kidding. I heard it from them when I was little."

"Let's not talk about this anymore." Ronan felt that if they continued on this topic, they might have to change their approach. "Tell me about your divine power."

Next comes the real unboxing.

“I’ll use the demonstration instead.” Elena tossed her blonde hair, and instead of laughing, she stood up straight, facing Ronan who was sitting on the edge of the bed, with her arms outstretched and palms open.

Gradually, Ronan felt the surrounding magic converging towards Elena's palm, and even a small amount of his own magic left his body, causing him to feel an attraction.

After the demonstration, Elena said with some regret, "Unfortunately, I still can't properly utilize the magic power of this convergence, nor can I absorb and inject this convergence magic power into myself."

"It's not very effective against regular mages, but if it can be upgraded and strengthened, it should be quite effective against ordinary novice mages."

Ronan said.

Novice magicians don't actually use magic; they rely on the simple application of magical power. They don't have much magical power, and their physique hasn't undergone fundamental changes. If they absorb this power for even a little longer, they will weaken back to being ordinary humans.

If Elena's ability were any stronger, she could definitely become a monster that wipes out mobs.

"There's one more move."

As Elena spoke, suddenly, magic spread outwards in all directions from her center, like ripples spreading across a calm lake after a stone is thrown in.

In an instant, Ronan felt a surge of magic washing over him.

This move is somewhat similar to Dinia's "Red Sea," except that Elena's is a very low-end version, which can only interfere with the use of magic by novice mages, making it difficult for them to use magic properly for a while. Dinia's Red Sea, on the other hand, can cause a full-fledged mage to experience a magic overload while casting a spell, resulting in either collapsing or dying instantly.

Undoubtedly, this move is still a killer move against low-level soldiers.

"Not bad, very strong."

Ronan said.

"Really?" Elena was a little incredulous. She felt that this was really not that amazing. Was this the kind of power that her aunt dreamed of, the divine power like that of the moon goddess?

The goddess of the moon, is that all?

"Of course, your power consumes almost no mana and has room to grow, so it should grow as you grow."

Ronan said.

If Elena's power were dozens of times stronger, it would be a wide-range gravitational force with a mana-draining effect, and a wide-range strong repulsion with a magic-breaking effect.

To a magician, she truly was like a god.

However, given Elena's talent in magic, she probably wouldn't reach that level even in a hundred years.

Ronan probably won't live to see that day. After all, even high-ranking mages who can stay young forever will eventually die when they reach their hundred-year-old selves.

Ronan gave a perfunctory reply, then got up and walked to the window again, facing the sea. "Elena, if one day you discovered that you weren't human, but a character in a legendary storybook written by humans, what would you think?"

"Huh?" Elena was a little confused at first. She was a living, breathing person. "I am a person. The characters and plots in the book are all written. No matter how much those third-rate novelists in Ilya claim that their characters are alive, the characters are actually chosen by the author. People are different. Even if people are not in control of their own lives, they still make their own choices."

"So, to put it simply, if your first half of life was fabricated, how would you feel? Would you feel like you were lying?" Ronan continued.

“No.” Elena answered without hesitation. “Even if it’s fabricated, the memories, emotions, and the important people around me—everyone is real to me. These things make me who I am. They are real, so I am real too. On the contrary, a person without these things, even if he is a person, is not.”

"As expected of you," Ronan said with a smile.

Elena is usually silly and sometimes even really silly, but she always manages to say something very reasonable at certain times.

"Then, if you were that kind of person, young master, what would you think?" Elena asked curiously.

“Me?” Ronan paused. “I would only find it interesting, because I am not necessarily a character in the story. I could be the author, or I could be both the author and the character. Of course, I could be neither.”

If Alice were here, she would definitely say, "Young master, you're possessed by a demon! I'll go to the church and get you two pounds of holy water."

Elena was different. "Young Master, why can't I be an author?"

“Because you can’t write books,” Ronan replied.

“Why can’t I write a book?” Elena would admit that she couldn’t write other things, but she would not admit that she couldn’t write a book. “My book, ‘The Mad Wolf Warrior and the Battle Nun,’ was a huge bestseller back then.”

"How dare you say that?" Ronan was furious at the mention of this book. "Back then, this lousy book was circulating all over several special cities. The bishop of the diocese was so angry that he went bald. That idiot Winston made me personally lead a team to investigate. I didn't expect that after investigating for a long time, we found out that the source was in my house. I had to clean up your mess. If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have spent money to hire someone to teach you to read and write."

"Wasn't the bishop bald to begin with? I was just trying to supplement my family's income back then, beef was so expensive."

Elena felt extremely wronged.

Ronan was both annoyed and amused. "Then you can't write about nuns. If you write about a young knight and a countess, nobody will care."

"So you just don't understand, young master. Knights and noble ladies have been written about to death. In fact, the more taboo something is, the more alluring it becomes. The story of a nun trying to reform a barbarian and gradually falling into depravity is what the citizens love to read," Elena said. "These are all lessons you taught me, young master. Besides, I can write this kind of book because I read your masterpiece back then, young master."

"Okay, okay, it's all my fault, alright?"

Ronan didn't want to continue the topic.

He was only eighteen when he returned from the award ceremony. Although he was actively planning for the position of Secretary-General, he was not a machine and always had time to relax.

He was a self-disciplined person, but in his youth, he wrote some short stories on that subject, which Elena happened to see.

Chapter 89 Morning Exercise, Symbol, Classic (Choose one of three)

Three days later, in the morning, Ronan was half-reclining in his bed, leaning against the pillows, holding Elena's blonde hair in one hand and pulling it into a ponytail, while holding a report in the other.

Elena lay prone with her back arched and her buttocks raised, her head buried between Ronan's legs, her mouth constantly swallowing and spitting, each swallow trying to go deeper, as if she wanted to completely bury that fleshy hammer into her throat.

Ronan's sheets were a soft, slippery plush blanket. To allow Elena to arch her head forward and inhale deeply, she had to kneel with her legs apart, using a breaststroke motion to kick her legs back forcefully.

In this position, the thighs are spread apart, stretching the buttocks as well. The slightly thick black stockings covering the entire buttocks are stretched to the point of being transparent, like ultra-thin black stockings. The delicate lace pattern of the purple panties that were originally hidden in the buttocks can now be clearly seen, and the purple panties covered by a thin layer of black stockings also take on an alluring dark purple hue.

From Ronan's angle, you can also see his ankles and heels. Because of the forceful push-back motion, his ankles are the original black, while his heels are a translucent black.

A few minutes later, Ronan gently cupped Elena's cheeks in his hands and lifted her head. "Really, doesn't this make your throat uncomfortable?"

"I'm fine," Elena emphasized loudly, then pulled down her pantyhose, pulled aside her underwear, held the meat mallet, gritted her teeth as if holding her breath, sat down with a thud, and after a long while, she slightly opened her lips before starting.

Elena's movements were not something an ordinary person could withstand, because she didn't just sit up and down gently; she twisted and swayed her waist, as if she wanted the meat hammer to scrape every fold of her vaginal wall, with the frequency and amplitude increasing.

The color of the black stockings changed constantly, like ripples on water, under such intense movements.

A few minutes later, Ronan gently lifted Elena up and changed her position.

Elena faced Ronan, her hands supporting her behind her back, her ankles held by Ronan. From Ronan's angle, Elena's feet, encased in black stockings, were clearly visible.

As she moved up and down, Ronan also used his waist and abdomen strength to move up and down, penetrating to the deepest point with each thrust. His toes were spread apart, stretching the toes of his stockings, and each thrust also penetrated to the deepest point, his toes tightly curled inward, the flesh on his soles causing the stockings to wrinkle.

A few minutes later, Ronan released Elena, leaned down and pinned her down, opening his mouth to suck and lick her nipples repeatedly. Elena's hands gripped Ronan's neck, her legs crossed and tightly wrapped around Ronan's strong waist, her eyes slightly closed, her lips slightly parted, entering a state of ecstasy.

A few more minutes passed, and when Ronan felt it was about time, he stood up. After that, Ronan made a promise with her that even if he didn't give it to her, he would still make her eat it.

Elena knelt down and hugged Ronan's thighs, while Ronan gently placed his hands behind Elena's head. With a series of violent thrusts, spurts of semen gushed in, and Elena swallowed repeatedly. Then she pulled away and gasped for breath.

Just then, sunlight streamed in through the window, illuminating Elena's golden hair and fair face. Her flowing, tousled blonde hair shone even brighter, especially the few strands of golden hair clinging to her forehead with sweat. The recent white discharge was also tinged with the morning light, a vibrant color painted on her lustful body. Her erect penis, which had just begun to soften, stood erect once more.

“Young Master Ronan.” Elena smiled slightly.

“No need, I have to go report,” Ronan said, getting out of bed. He was never one to let personal matters interfere with official business.

"Didn't we already report that yesterday?" Elena asked.

Yesterday, Ronan had already recounted his experience with Ambrina to Dinia in detail.

"I have official business to report on now, concerning the selection of heads of various departments in the new city hall."

Ronan replied.

Although the vote hasn't been held yet, Dinia's election is a foregone conclusion, and it's time to start considering the personnel issues for the various departments of the newly established city hall.