Yes, Madam Prime Minister

During the pauses in their conversation, Flaishta observed Ravana, Louise, and Liz. Ravana seemed slightly nervous, Louise looked excited, and Liz appeared calm yet confident. These reactions were consistent with their personalities, suggesting that nothing unusual had happened.

Actually, something very unusual happened.

Lavana was nervous because she was so strong now and couldn't afford to mess things up. Louise was excited because she felt she could definitely give her a big surprise.

Liz's confidence did not stem from her ability, but from her certainty that the head instructor, Freishta, had ill intentions, and that she would use his scheme against him when the time came.

“Even if there are any abnormalities, it doesn’t matter.” Freishta added in her mind that she wasn’t alone; she had reliable friends and unreliable collaborators.

She had even prepared contingency plans for her mother and aunt to not be distracted by other places and to rush straight to their side. She had enough strength to deal with it. How could a few children possibly affect her plans?

Frishta's side is ready.

The same was true for her sister Bahar.

However, Bahar is not like her sister Freshta, who wants to fly out of the desert, cross the sea, and reach the other side of the ocean. She is a princess in the golden palace in the desert, and she only wants to keep her life and keep the golden palace within her reach.

Public and private, strong and weak, freedom and constraints—she didn't care about any of that. All she cared about was the simple companionship with her family and friends.

She didn't want anything; what she loved was already by her side, she just didn't want to lose it.

Meanwhile, in a small courtyard.

Manar and Mushir sat facing each other.

"Does this mean we've been abandoned by everyone?" Muhir asked, as if she were asking herself rather than Manar.

“This is what my mother went through, and what my father almost went through as well,” said Manar, picking up her coffee. “Oh, you can’t say that. My father is probably abandoned by everyone now.”

“No matter how much time we have, we can’t mend the cracks in the past,” Muhir lamented. “Just like when we were little, our fathers didn’t spend time taking care of us, but were so strict with us when we grew up, we did the same thing. We were both failures as mothers.”

After taking a sip of coffee, Manar put down her cup. "The sad thing is not that they hate us, but that they love us, just like you and me, and our other brothers and sisters. We all love our father and mother, and we have no resentment towards them."

"Can't you bring yourself to do it?" Muhir asked.

“What’s even more tragic is that if I can do it, so can you,” Minaer replied.

Yes, what's even more tragic is that they are mothers who are capable of harming the children who love them.

"Do you think it would be different if we actually had a child?" "No difference, we are the child that was actually born."

Chapter 1187 It's getting cold, I accepted it, and then a fuss started.

Because of the previous holiday, the training camp course ended in just two days this week.

Ronan spent the weekend with Lavana, Louise, and Liz.

This should be their last peaceful and leisurely weekend in Tehran.

It's mid-December now, and Tehran has entered winter. The summers are scorching hot, and the winters are freezing cold, with daytime temperatures around six or seven degrees Celsius and nighttime temperatures dropping below zero. However, at dinner time, the streets are still bustling with people, and numerous restaurants remain open for business.

This was a sign of affluence, because in this era, only well-paid wage earners would eat out in the freezing cold. The sheer number of people and restaurants was proof enough that this city had a large working-class population. Ronan and his group of four arrived at a large restaurant and, guided by a waiter, were seated.

It was very hot in the restaurant. Before the four of them even sat down, they took off their cotton-padded coats and put them aside.

The heat was caused by something under the table; the entire table was covered with a thick layer of cotton cloth and blankets, and at the very back was a small stove. This kind of kotatsu (heated tabletop stove) wasn't borrowed from anywhere else; it was something that had existed here since ancient times. I took off my shoes, sat cross-legged on the mat, ordered my food, and waited for it to be served.

Lavana was wearing very thick black pantyhose. When others wore these thick pantyhose, they would be completely black, but when she wore them, her thigh muscles were muscular, her calves were also muscular, and her legs were long and her feet were big, so some parts of them would be slightly transparent. Especially when she sat cross-legged, the muscles on the inside of her thighs and calves bulged out.

Liz wore thick pinkish-white pantyhose, over which she wore a layer of white cotton socks. She sat sideways with her right leg crossed over her left, her back ramrod straight, much like a noblewoman riding a horse sideways.

Louise wore medium-thickness flesh-colored pantyhose with a warm, silky sheen, and over it, she wore a pair of thin knitted stockings with a hollowed-out cable knit pattern. She was already afraid of the cold, and the stockings weren't thick, so she had already put her feet directly into the kotatsu to warm them up. Ever since she became familiar with these people, she hadn't acted like a pampered young lady at all, and did whatever made her comfortable.

The dishes arrived shortly afterward.

A hot pot filled with large chunks of bone-in lamb, with few side dishes, just a large plate of sliced ​​lamb for dipping. The main course consisted of several large, oblong, thin flatbreads; the flatbreads didn't need to get cold, they could be dipped in the broth. However, Ronan preferred another way of eating it: he ordered lamb skewers. When the freshly grilled skewers arrived, he would tear off a piece of flatbread, then peel the lamb off the skewer, add some shredded onions—that was truly satisfying.

Besides these, there were also some side dishes, snacks, extremely cheap grilled shrimp skewers, a yellow, thick stewed chicken with an Indian flavor, and a sweet rice cake with lots of raisins and dried nuts.

As for the beverage, it would naturally be fermented grape juice.

Many people say that one of the main reasons the Persian Republic was able to gain support was that it no longer prohibited alcohol.

Large chunks of mutton, a big bowl of mutton soup, and a glass of wine.

Halfway through the meal, my whole body felt warm, even a little hot, and I wanted to go outside for some fresh air.

Near the end, Louise suddenly slammed her hand on the table, looked at Ronan, stared at him for a few seconds, and said, "Ronan."

"What is it?" Ronan asked.

“Many of us Raga people are Catholics, including me, but I was born and raised in Paristo.” Louise said, taking another swig of wine.

Liz glanced at Louise sideways and said, "Are you drunk? You didn't drink that much."

“Shut up, you heretic from Wieland,” Louise blurted out.

Liz was scolded, but she wasn't angry; she just wanted to laugh.

"Ronan," Louise called Ronan again.

"Hmm," Ronan responded, indicating that he was listening attentively.

“I’ve fallen in love with you, not the Ronan I imagined, but you.” Louise said this, already prepared to sigh, because she thought Ronan would most likely look at her like she was a child, smile at her, and say nothing more.

Ronan rested his chin on his hand. "I accept."

"Huh?" Louise and Liz exclaimed in surprise almost simultaneously.

Louise slapped her forehead, feeling a buzzing in her head and a bit dazed. It took her a while to finally ask, "Why?"

“You’ve been here for so many days, and you know what’s going on here. Even though you’ve had a few drinks, you’ve thought it through carefully before saying this,” Ronan said, his tone changing. “Of course, the real reason is that no one could refuse such a beautiful and intelligent girl like you.”

Louise's eyes lit up, her face beaming with a happy smile, and she couldn't wait to say, "Actually, that idiot Liz likes you too."

Liz's pupils trembled. She lunged forward and covered Louise's mouth. Louise made two whimpering sounds, but Liz punched and elbowed her several times, silencing her completely.

Ronan was momentarily at a loss for what expression to make.

Lavana covered her mouth and chuckled.

At this moment, Liz turned to look at Ronan. "I'm not like her. I, anyway, I'm not like her." She wanted to tell Ronan that she had no feelings for him, but the words just wouldn't come out.

The reason is simple: she genuinely had a special fondness for Ronan, a man who could care for her gently like a father or brother, while also strictly disciplining her.

Ronan shrugged and said, "I'm fine with anything."

Some things can only be described as fate. He met Lavana, Liz, and Louise by sheer chance, and all three were very valuable to him.

But Ronan's attitude stemmed primarily from his growing patience with children.

After dinner, Ronan didn't say anything but left alone to go home. He planned to tell Lu Jianling and Falek about it and then face their sarcastic remarks.

Meanwhile, Lavana didn't go home; instead, she went to a hotel with Louise and Liz.

As soon as she entered the room and took off her shoes, Louise pounced on the bed, rolling around for a while before kicking the bed repeatedly. After a while, she rolled over, looked at the ceiling, and chuckled to herself.

Liz looked at Louise with disdain and annoyance. "Are you out of your mind, Louise?"

“I’m helping you, Liz,” Louise said. “Besides, we’re friends now, and friends should stand together through thick and thin.”

Liz disliked Louise's carefree attitude towards everything. "I treat him like an elder, don't you understand?"

Louise exclaimed, "My goodness, I never knew someone with such thick eyebrows and big eyes like you had a father complex."

"I'll kill you, you French slut!" Liz shouted, lunging at Louise and unleashing a flurry of punches.

Louise curled up in a ball, covering her head. "Kill me if you want, but don't label me like that. I'm religious, and I'm a virgin."

At this moment, Lavana entered the room, looking confused. She went to order a pot of fruit tea to sober up. How did the two of them start fighting in such a short time?

"Never mind, it's not a real fight anyway, let them be," Lavana thought, sitting on a small stool by the door and slowly taking off her boots.

"Stop hitting me! If you hit me again, I'll fight back!" Louise yelled.

Liz stopped, sneering, "Fine, fight back then. Do you think you can beat me?" "Ravana, help me!"

Chapter 1188 The Holy Tomb Labyrinth: The Show Begins with a Deadly Move

December 15, 1784, morning, Tehran.

The two hovered high in the air.

"The gathering that's about to start at the Holy Fire Tower, and the meeting at the Grand Cathedral," Mushir murmured. "But both are just temporary distractions. What do you think her target is?" "Probably that warehouse," Manar said, surveying the entire city. "Just as she wishes, deal with these two first. We can't ignore the coup and the popular uprising. We'll deal with them later, since the old man and the others are involved anyway."

"See you later, sister." Before the voice faded, Muhir disappeared.

Then, Manar also disappeared.

Meanwhile, Freishta, along with several instructors and engineers, led a group of twenty-one trainees to the Holy Tomb Labyrinth.

The Holy Sepulchre Labyrinth is located on a hillside. After being artificially excavated and leveled, it is a large complex covering more than 100,000 square meters.

In the ancient past, Zoroastrians in Persia practiced sky burial. Later, when Muslims came to rule the land, they abolished this funeral ceremony, which they considered very barbaric and unnatural, and replaced it with cremation.

After the Persian Republic came to power, the new Church of Light became the state religion. Sky burial was not restored, but the Tower of Silence, where the ancient burial ceremony was held, was repaired. Anyone who made great contributions to the country or the church would have a special cremation ceremony held in the Tower of Silence after death, and their ashes would be placed in the Holy Sepulchre for display.

This place is called the Holy Tomb Maze, but the Holy Tomb Hall is only a small part of its outer perimeter. Further inside is a maze-like complex of buildings consisting of research rooms of all sizes. Some of these research rooms are open testing grounds covering thousands of square meters, while others are just small rooms of twenty or thirty square meters.

The innermost part is a cave space carved and rebuilt on the basis of a natural cave. Inside, there are many special creations and a lot of research data that have never been made public. Both are taboo.

Freishta wants one of these things to achieve a completely new form, while her mysterious collaborator wants data from a research project, which she suspects aims to improve his own power.

This forbidden treasure trove is certainly not something you can just enter at will.

Freshta's identity is useless here.

The closed main gate is guarded by two fourth-level officers who rotate regularly and will not leave even if there is any disturbance outside.

Even if you silently take down two fourth-tier enemies, you still can't get through the gate. There's no key, no verification prompts, and not even a crack in the door. It looks completely sealed off, and the only way to get through is to use brute force to break down the gate.

The gate is a magical creation, a unified whole. Attacking any part of it is like attacking the whole, resulting in a rebound. Without the power of a sixth-order being, there is no way to destroy the gate. Even if it could be destroyed, using violence would immediately trigger an alarm, at which point both Manar and Mushir would rush over.

Of course, there is a proper way to enter this gate; otherwise, the Silence Tower, where funeral rites have been held for those who have made great contributions to the country or the church, would be used for special cremations after death, with their ashes placed in the Holy Sepulchre for display.

This place is called the Holy Tomb Maze, but the Holy Tomb Hall is only a small part of its outer perimeter. Further inside is a maze-like complex of buildings consisting of research rooms of all sizes. Some of these research rooms are open testing grounds covering thousands of square meters, while others are just small rooms of twenty or thirty square meters.

The innermost part is a cave space carved and rebuilt on the basis of a natural cave. Inside, there are many special creations and a lot of research data that have never been made public. Both are taboo.

Freishta wants one of these things to achieve a completely new form, while her mysterious collaborator wants data from a research project, which she suspects aims to improve his own power.

This forbidden treasure trove is certainly not something you can just enter at will.

Freshta's identity is useless here.

The closed main gate is guarded by two fourth-level officers who rotate regularly and will not leave even if there is any disturbance outside.

Even if you silently take down two fourth-tier enemies, you still can't get through the gate. There's no key, no verification prompts, and not even a crack in the door. It looks completely sealed off, and the only way to get through is to use brute force to break down the gate.

The gate is a magical creation, a unified whole. Attacking any part of it is like attacking the whole, resulting in a rebound. Without the power of a sixth-order being, there is no way to destroy the gate. Even if it could be destroyed, using violence would immediately trigger an alarm, at which point both Manar and Mushir would rush over.

There must be a proper way to enter this gate; otherwise, how have Menar and Mushir managed to enter and retrieve things all these years? It's just that no one else knows. This "other" includes their daughter, Freishta.

In the blink of an eye, Freshta and his group had brought a group of trainees to a spacious testing ground.

"Madam, everything is arranged. You can begin at any time," the person in charge said casually, even glancing at the young and beautiful female trainees in the crowd as he spoke.

Freshta may be highly respected among female soldiers and even female officers, but to these researchers, she is nothing special, and her status as the daughter of the Supreme is utterly useless.

"Thank you for your cooperation," Freishta said gratefully.

"It's nothing, it's just what I should do," the person in charge replied, then left without giving the female trainee another second glance; he only glanced at her a couple of times to refresh his eyes. Freshta didn't say anything more, just stood there watching the person in charge walk away with his back to her.

As the person in charge walked, he first covered his mouth and yawned as if he hadn't woken up yet; he didn't know why he was so sleepy.

One yawn wasn't enough, so he stretched and yawned again.

With a soft "poof," a bullet, like a small bomb, exploded in his mouth, sending his head flying through the air in a huge spray of blood. He swayed and fell to the ground, the spilled blood quickly forming a pool that stained his white coat.

At the same time, dozens of explosive bombs detonated on the field, creating a shockwave.

The sudden wave caused the trainees to feel unwell.

"This is not a drill, this is not a drill!" Freshta shouted immediately. "Don't panic, they are not targeting you. Male trainees, leave here in groups with your instructors. Six girls, come with me."

It's impossible not to panic. The person in charge was also a superhuman, and he just died suddenly. I'm in a dangerous and unfamiliar place, and my superhuman powers started to become chaotic after the bomb exploded. How could I not panic?

They were already panicked, and Freishta had gained their trust over the past few months, so a single sentence from her led them to blindly follow her. Among the students present, only Ravana, Liz, and Louise remained calm; however, the three of them still chose to follow Freishta.

The other party had clearly made arrangements long ago. They wouldn't resist at this time or in this place, but rather when she was close to her target and hesitant to act.

Freshta led six female students, including three others, through twists and turns, heading inwards, and even took down several intruding enemies along the way.

Soon, Freishta and her men arrived at the entrance to the vault.

"Stop! Don't come any closer!" shouted two superhumans who were on duty as guards.

“I know, I just brought people here to take refuge temporarily,” Freshta said. “Something has happened outside, and we don’t know who the other party is or what their purpose is, but you must not leave here.”