Yes, Madam Prime Minister

"I don't understand why you're emphasizing that I'm not suitable. Forget it, there's no point in arguing with people as high and mighty as you."

Ronan really couldn't understand what was going on in this guy's head.

At that moment, the referee rushed over.

"My magic will summon the person you fear most from your memories."

Gawain's voice wasn't loud, but his words echoed throughout the entire arena and continued to reverberate.

He wasn't foolishly detonating his abilities, but rather, through this declaration, he wanted to further awaken the fearful memories within Ronan's mind, making the construction clearer.

He is a ritual magic summoner; his summoned creatures can transform into the real person the other party fears most.

This magic is area-of-effect and not effective in group battles. If you are facing a group of soldiers, the person they fear most might just be a junior officer, as their memories cannot reconstruct those vague impressions of senior officers.

However, his summoning ability is very strong in one-on-one combat, and he becomes stronger when facing stronger opponents, especially mages. Mages are generally afraid of mages who are stronger than them.

The higher a mage's rank, the harder it is to advance, and the greater the gap between ranks becomes. The difference between first and second rank is not much, and there are many examples of a first-rank mage defeating a second-rank mage. However, the difference between fourth and fifth rank is enormous, and each such occurrence is basically an exception.

Ronan's rank is already very high; anyone even just one rank higher than him would be much stronger.

Although the stronger he is, the more difficult it will be for Gawain to maintain his strength, if he is strong enough, he will be able to defeat Ronan in a very short time.

"The person I fear most? It shouldn't be Dinia, so it's that old relic, Osiris Venaya? This is troublesome. This guy is ridiculously strong. Although his magic definitely won't last long and he won't be able to unleash his true power, I definitely can't beat him. I can't rely on defense; I must take care of him as soon as possible."

Ronan made his judgment.

Why fight a summoner's summons when you can duel them? Just fight the summoner himself!

Chapter 163 Absurdity, Social Destruction, Chaos

The referee walked to the edge of the arena. He was a first-rank referee, which would be considered a powerful figure in a small town. However, in the capital, he was nothing. He only became a high-ranking referee in the third arena because he was a genuine old Paris.

Facing these two young magicians, he dared not walk between them and shout "Begin!"

Because every mage has heard the saying—the battle between mages begins before the battle even starts.

He could only stand far away on the sidelines, raising the flag high.

Standing about ten meters away from Ronan, Gawain said, "Judging from your appearance, this person must be very strong."

"Heh, that's very strong. I hope you can handle it. If you falter too quickly, you'll become a laughing stock."

That's what they say, but it's just a superficial psychological tactic. Ronan knew that his opponent was at least somewhat confident, otherwise, why would he dare to challenge someone who was clearly stronger than him?

On the sidelines, the flag is lowered, and the game begins!

In that instant, Ronan donned his armor, his sword flew out, his human magic was amplified to maximum power, and he charged towards Gawain with his shield raised.

At the same instant, Gawain unleashed his maximum magical defense, preparing to block Ronan's most fatal first attack. A black, mud-like summon appeared in front of him and began to rapidly transform.

However, in the next instant, the sword stopped in mid-air, Ronan stopped halfway, and Gawain stood motionless in place.

Because Hei Ni became someone that both of them knew.

Ambrina appeared before the two of them.

"This..." Ronan and Gawain were both stunned.

Ronan never expected that the person who terrified him the most was not Osiris Venaya, who brought him immense pressure and threatened his life, but Ambrina.

Gawain killed the entire person. Ronan's greatest fear was Princess Ambrina.

In the stands, a group of spectators were also dumbfounded. They had also heard Gawain's declaration. Wasn't he supposed to summon the person the other side feared the most? Why was it just a girl?

Could it be that this girl is Ronan's wife, and Ronan is henpecked?

Ronan stopped moving, so why did Gawain stop too? Could it be...?

That seems to make sense, doesn't it? It's just a simple matter of one man challenging another to a duel.

The audience immediately imagined at least several dramatic scenes.

Hahaha, the audience burst into waves of loud laughter. How funny! They had come expecting a dazzling and intense battle, but it turned out to be a farce. However, the sight of two handsome noblemen playing clowns and making fools of themselves in public seemed more entertaining than any exciting duel.

For the people of the capital, what could be more entertaining than witnessing a nobleman make a fool of himself? Probably nothing.

Although most people in the stands were dozens of meters away and couldn't see the girl's face clearly, even if they could, they wouldn't recognize her. They had never seen a princess before, and Ronan and Gawain didn't know her either.

But in the stands, there were several nobles and minor officials who had managed to infiltrate high society, as well as several mages from different factions who were originally there to keep watch. They could recognize who they were at a glance.

Several nobles and minor officials did not recognize Ronan and couldn't help but wonder what the relationship was between Ronan and the princess. As everyone knew, Ambrina was not a strong person, so how did she make a male mage who was obviously not weak feel fear?

Several magicians were eager to fly back immediately to report this shocking news.

Inside the arena, it was a scene of utter devastation. Gawain, a nobleman who valued his noble reputation more than his own life, wished he could just slit his own throat and die right then and there.

Ronan could only pretend nothing was wrong, putting on an act as if as long as he wasn't embarrassed, it was others who were embarrassed.

In reality, Ronan was now filled with regret. If he had known, he would have preferred to be called a coward rather than accept the duel. He knew all too well that a few magicians had infiltrated the audience.

He's finished now.

Ronan returned on his flying sword and walked towards Gawain. "I'd say it's a draw, buddy."

Gao Wen sighed, "You win. I take back what I said before. You are very suitable."

He had previously thought Ronan was a cunning and deceitful person, and that such a person must have deceived Ambrina, but now it seemed that was not the case. How could a liar be afraid of Ambrina?

"Stop talking about this. We've both really embarrassed ourselves today. Let's get out of here. Sigh, I'm afraid I'll have to find another place to stay again." Ronan sighed. It's only been a few days, and he already has to move again.

"I'm sorry," Gao Wen apologized, then paused for a moment before speaking again, "I will help you."

"I'm scared of you, I'm leaving." Ronan turned around, ran straight to an empty stand, jumped up, and ran away.

Seeing that he had become the only focus of attention, Gao Wen didn't want to leave through the main entrance and ran away through another empty stand.

The audience watched the two flee in disarray, and burst into laughter again. This comical duel would be enough for them to brag about in the tavern for at least a week.

“Ha, I didn’t expect Lord Ronan to be so interesting,” the short Abelard laughed.

Brandt, who had a womanly look on his face, pinched his chin and said, "If I remember correctly, Ronan said that he is not married yet."

"Looks like there's a story behind this," Wells, wearing a monocle, grinned mischievously.

The three secretaries-general didn't recognize Ambrina either; otherwise, they would have set off immediately to find Ronan and get to the bottom of things.

Ronan returned to the hotel as quickly as possible, packed his luggage, checked out, and ran away in one fell swoop.

He couldn't stay in the theater hotel area anymore; he planned to find a small hotel to stay in on the east side.

While Ronan was still on the run, King Lucien, Ambrina, and Isabelle had already received news of the duel.

Upon hearing this, Isabel was taken aback at first, then chuckled twice, and after laughing, fell into deep thought.

Gawain was one of the potential husbands that his father had arranged for Ambrina, as did Isabelle and others, while Ronan was an official of the kingdom.

Gawain wouldn't be foolish enough to reveal the reason he proposed the duel, so regardless of who wins or loses in the end, her father, considering the impact, can only handle it quietly and pretend not to know.

At this point, the group surrounding her mother would seize the opportunity to secretly punish Ronan, who had a grudge against them. Her father certainly wouldn't intervene, so what could Ronan do? Seeking help from her sister would further anger her father; only she could offer assistance.

That's how it was supposed to go.

However, the duel ended in an absurd way. Although it was ridiculous, her plan had completely failed. What was worse, this matter clearly implicated Ambrina, and the culprit was going to be in big trouble. "Damn it."

On the other side, Ambrina received the news and could hardly believe it.

Ronan is afraid of her? Why?

Ambrina was completely baffled and her mind was in turmoil. "Lucia, get ready." She was eager to know why, and if she couldn't figure it out, she would ask Ronan.

Just then, a servant entered and reported to Ambrina that the king wished to see her.

Chapter 164 Questions, Satisfaction, Inquiry

"Get out," Ambrina snapped at the waiter, then lowered her voice, "You didn't see me when you came, understand?"

The waiter was also taken aback; it was the first time he had ever seen the usually gentle princess lose her temper.

Ignoring the waiter, Ambrina strode to her small 60-square-meter dressing room, took off her loose dress, changed into a dark purple cape-style hunting outfit, put on red and gold boots and trousers, fastened a cavalry hat with a short blue brim, hurriedly pushed open the door of the adjacent shoe room, grabbed a pair of black leather high boots and put them on.

Ambrina returned to her bedroom and beckoned to her attendant, Lucia, "Let's go."

Lucia accepted the order and followed Ambrina out of the main hall to the front yard. Just as they were about to leave, a vortex appeared in the air above the front yard, and a voice came from within it, "My dear Anri, where are you going?"

Anri is Ambriina's nickname.

As the sound faded, a man emerged from the vortex. The man was none other than Ambrina's father, King Lucien.

The Freigo family, the royal family of the Kingdom of Phos, has had an identical first-tier alternate dimension within their bodies since Orans, with only slight variations in size and special abilities.

In a remarkable coincidence, the three Lucien brothers not only shared the same first stage but also the same second stage, all possessing the ability to transfer to other dimensions and freely enter and exit them, enabling them to perform near-invincible self-space teleportation.

The eldest brother had only mediocre talent and stopped at the second level. The third brother, Lucien, was carefree and dissolute in his youth and did not pay attention to cultivation. After ascending the throne, he faced a crisis. When things eased up a bit, he contracted a strange disease. He devoted almost all his energy to fighting the disease and making arrangements for his death. He also stopped at the second level and could hardly make any progress.

Only the second son was exceptionally talented, but unfortunately, he contracted a strange illness in his thirties and died tragically.

"I……"

Ambrina didn't know how to explain it for a moment.

“No need for explanation, I already know,” Lucien said with a smile. “Wait a moment, I will have someone call him to see me.”

“Then…” Ambrina’s face showed a worried expression.

"Does my dear daughter not trust me, her incompetent father? When have I ever let you down in these matters? Whoever it is, as long as you like them, it's fine."

Lucien said that before Ambrina could thank him, he had already disappeared.

"Anything you like is fine?" That's a complete lie, of course. If Ronan were just a handsome young nobleman who could cook some delicious food and amuse his daughter, he would want to see Ronan's corpse before sunset.

Those who are destined to become kings have no right to discuss whether they like something or not.

But Ronan was a young man with some skill in power struggles and politics. He could unite peasants, landlords, capitalists, bureaucrats, and ethnic minorities into one group, which suited his taste perfectly.

After all, he intended for the king's consort to rule, and to further institutionalize the selection of the king's consort and queen, thus creating a pseudo-"commoner king" without weakening royal power.

Otherwise, sooner or later, his descendants will be beheaded.

Based on this consideration, even if his daughter disliked Ronan, let alone liked him, he was still a qualified candidate.

At this time, Ronan was unaware that he had become a candidate for the position of King's consort based on his own merits. He had just found a hotel that was not too remote and had decent conditions. After paying the deposit and checking in, he went outside to get some fresh air.

As soon as he stepped out, four men armed with muskets blocked his way. The four men wore eagle-beak helmets with a large white feather decoration on top, and blue uniforms with red diagonal stripes. They also wore gold eagle badges on their chests. In the capital, only one type of person would dress like this: the royal guard.

Ronan rubbed his forehead. He knew something was going to happen, but he didn't expect it to come so quickly.

"Gentlemen, lead the way." Ronan's smile was more like a grimace.

The four guards did not respond to him, but silently led the way.

Heading west, Ronan followed the four to the palace. After the four guards showed their identification and a warrant with a seal to the gatekeeper, the gatekeeper let them through.

The palace isn't very large, probably only a hundred acres. The architecture isn't grand or magnificent. The only commendable feature is that the stone-paved roads are very smooth and the roads are relatively clean. Architecturally speaking, compared to the cathedral, it can be described as shabby. However, from an aesthetic point of view, the exterior and interior decorations can be described as exquisite, luxurious, noble, and elegant.

After passing through several palaces and corridors, the royal guards stopped in front of the king's bedroom, and a female attendant went in to inform the king.

Soon, the lady-in-waiting returned, opened the door, and invited Ronan in.

The sleeping quarters were not very large, only about 300 square meters. The ceiling was very high, at least six meters. The decorations and furnishings were not luxurious. What was eye-catching was that one wall was completely filled with bookshelves, densely packed with perhaps thousands of books.

The king was sitting on the top of a triangular staircase more than four meters high, holding a book in one hand.

Ronan knelt on one knee and bowed, saying, "Greetings, Your Majesty."

The king pulled a chair from a different dimension beside him and threw it over. The chair landed steadily without even wobbling. "Sit down."

Ronan walked to the chair but did not sit down.

King Lucien closed the book. "You did a good job in New Sea City."

Ronan bowed. "I am not being modest. I have only done a small part of the work under the guidance of Mayor Dinia after studying His Majesty's philosophy of governance in depth."

The king put the book back in its place, saying, "You're so young, yet you're already better than many secretaries-general."

“Different positions, different jobs, it was the position of Secretary-General of Xinhai City that allowed my faint talent, like a candle flame, to shine,” Ronan said.

The king turned to face Ronan, looking down at him and asked, "Interested in working in the central government?"

"The wheat seedlings I planted haven't even yielded any results yet, so I dare not rashly come to the central government and cause trouble for the country," Ronan said, indicating that he did not want to.

The king then asked, "What do you think of Ambrina?"

"Although Your Highness is young, you already possess the seven virtues of tolerance, humility, gentleness, diligence, generosity, temperance, and integrity. You have the qualities of a wise ruler and will surely lead the kingdom to a prosperous future." Ronan always had a knack for saying this.

A vortex unfolded before Ronan's eyes, and in the next instant, King Lucien was standing in front of Ronan. "I am asking you this question as a father."

Ronan deliberately stammered for a moment before giving his answer, "Your Highness is like an angel on earth, not worthy of ordinary people."