Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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“Yes, Madam Prime Minister,” Ronan replied playfully.

Displeased with Ronan's antics, Dinia shoved him, grabbed her wine glass, stood up, and walked towards the balcony.

Ronan also got up and came up behind Dinia.

Dinia stood quietly, holding her wine glass, looking out onto the balcony.

She didn't live in a small manor house for nobles, nor in a villa for the rich. The location wasn't great either; it was just a typical residential area with many small two-story houses for the middle class. Naturally, from the balcony, she couldn't see any beautiful night view, no river, no lights. It was neither quiet nor bustling.

It's just an ordinary, very ordinary corner of the night.

Ronan moved closer, almost touching Dinia, and looked in the direction her gaze was directed. Several windows were lit, and in one of them, the shadow of a woman scolding her child was vaguely visible, talking about the child's wasteful spending. Below the window, several young drunks, arms around each other, were shouting about how they must pass the civil service exam next time. On the other side, a girl carrying a lantern was walking briskly and carefully trying to get away from the drunks. Not far away, a man was repairing a drainage ditch.

In a daze, Ronan was also somewhat intoxicated.

This ordinary yet beautiful scene also reflects his efforts.

Just as Ronan was about to say something, Dinya suddenly leaned back and nestled into Ronan's arms.

For a moment, he was at a loss.

He and Dinya had known each other for over twenty years. In the blink of an eye, they were both almost fifty years old. This was the first time that Dinya had leaned on him like a little woman.

Neither of them spoke or moved for an unknown period of time before Dinia broke the silence, asking with a hint of sarcasm, "Ronan, have you changed your ways today? Or has that thing finally worn out?"

Ronan said in a slightly annoyed tone, "Didi, you're making me sound like a pervert who's always trying to grope women."

“Aren’t you?” Dinia retorted.

“I sometimes like to be a little romantic,” Ronan replied, grabbing Dinya’s buttocks through the soft silk fabric of her skirt.

Dinia turned her head to the side and smiled slightly, "Heh, so what is it now?"

Ronan lowered his head and breathed on Dinia's ear. "As her secretary, the most important thing is to satisfy the Prime Minister's needs, who hasn't tasted meat in two years."

"Hmph, you dog of a man." Dinia muttered under her breath, but didn't seem angry at all. Then she added in a very low voice, "I'll give you oral sex as a reward."

"Huh? What did you say?" Ronan pretended not to hear.

"Don't make me angry." Dinia turned around and glared at Ronan.

With that, Dinia pushed and shoved Ronan into the house. With a snap of her fingers, tentacle-like fungi grew from the lamp holders in the room, turning on the lamps. Then, Dinia squatted down.

Chapter 572 "The First Time," Unable to Control Himself, the Interesting Pope

Dinia kicked off her slippers, squatted down with her legs apart, grabbed Ronan's thigh with her left hand, and slowly unbuckled the belt with her right hand. She then gently pulled the belt out, slowly lowered it, and slowly pulled down her pants, hooking her underwear down with one finger.

This is the first time Dinya has taken such initiative.

At this moment, in this pose, Dinya's silver-silk shimmering black pantyhose, illuminated by the lights in the room, stretched into a curved, luminous line along both sides of her thighs and calves. The silver shimmering silk reflected light as if a layer of bright silver powder had been sprinkled on the black pantyhose. Dinya wasn't wearing underwear; inside the pantyhose, there was a tuft of snow-white and pale gold hair, obscured by a layer of hazy black. The pantyhose at her buttocks were stretched to an almost transparent level, gleaming with a slightly oily sheen. Her thighs were semi-transparent, and her knees were also almost transparent. The muscles in her calves, pressed together, had uneven black lines.

Dinia, who was squatting, had only the balls of her feet on the ground. Her ankles squeezed out of the folds of her stockings, and her toes pressed against the tips of the stockings. The tips of her feet were almost completely transparent, like toes painted with red nail polish, showing every detail. She was extremely sexy.

Faced with such a scene, Ronan should have stared intently, preserving it forever in the sea of ​​his memory.

However, Ronan's gaze was fixed on Dinia's face at that moment.

Her ruby-like eyes appeared and disappeared intermittently. For the first time, this beautiful yet aloof face revealed an expression of enjoyment—a blend of desire, purity, coldness, and allure that made Ronan unable to look away.

Just that expression was enough to make Ronan almost burst out laughing.

Not to mention Dinia's unparalleled agility of tongue, and her ability to swallow and exhale with varying speed and gentleness.

She loved this person from the bottom of her heart, so she loved this penis from the bottom of her heart and wanted to give it the best enjoyment.

Faced with such stimulation, Ronan even closed his eyes for a moment, completely absorbed in the moment.

"Didi, I, uh, ah." Ronan couldn't help but grab Dinia's face with both hands and thrust inside. Then his thick, hard, long penis throbbed violently, spurting out more than ten streams of white fluid. Even though he had only been standing the whole time, it felt as if Ronan had pulled out his brain and shot it all inside.

Dinia sat on the carpet, swallowed it all down in a gulp, pursed her lips, and looked at Ronan silently with a hint of expectation.

Ronan, who had just ejaculated, suddenly pounced on Dinia like a piece of firewood that had been set ablaze, pinning her down and kissing her passionately.

From cheek to earlobe, from jawline to lips, then neck, collarbone, chest, nipples, lower abdomen, across the lower body, Ronan kissed from thigh to calf, then to the instep and toes, kissing every part of the body from top to bottom.

Dinia simply closed her eyes and made comfortable, pleasant breathing sounds.

At this moment, Ronan became erect again, and Dinia opened her eyes, opened her arms, and spread her legs.

Ronan inserted himself directly through the pantyhose.

What followed was neither fast nor intense, but rather proceeded gently in rhythm with their wet kisses.

It's like the second time between lovers. After the first time, which was chaotic and clumsy, there's some coordination, but nothing particularly special yet.

There was no dialogue, only nasal "hmm" sounds.

Half an hour later, Ronan suddenly quickened his pace, and Dinya gripped Ronan's back muscles tightly.

With a long, drawn-out moan from Dinia, Ronan ejaculated inside her.

Ronan didn't pull it out; the two continued to embrace and caress each other.

Soon after, Ronan became erect again. Dinia pushed Ronan down, pressed her hands against his chest, straddled him, and sat down heavily, letting his entire penis penetrate her body. She tilted her head back and let out a satisfied moan, then began to twist her waist and sway up and down.

Compared to the usual aggressive stance of the two, which seemed determined to kill each other, Dinia's movements were neither large nor fast.

Ronan raised his hand and grabbed, kneaded, and twisted Dinia's full, large breasts.

After a while, the two sat up, embraced each other, and began to thrust.

After a while, Dinia put her hands on the wall, lifted her buttocks, and let Ronan enter from behind.

Ronan's two palms were pressed against the large, perky buttocks of Dinya, which looked like two water balloons squeezed together, as if they were about to burst out of their pantyhose at any moment. With each impact, Dinya's toes rose and her body arched forward.

After an unknown amount of time, Ronan leaned forward, his hands gripping Dinya's breasts tightly, the flesh overflowing from between his fingers. With incredibly fast thrusting, amidst Dinya's continuous moans, Ronan powerfully ejaculated onto the uterine wall.

Catching her breath, Dinia turned back and kissed Ronan again.

Both of them were still able to do it, but they stopped.

Ronan sat down in the chair, and Dinya sat on Ronan's lap, leaning against him.

Dinia flicked her finger, magically pouring a glass of water remotely. With a flick of her finger, the glass flew smoothly into her hand. She took a sip, then fed Ronan a sip, and put the glass down. "When are you leaving?" she asked.

“I can leave for the Papacy at any time,” Ronan replied.

Dinia stroked Ronan's stubble. "That's not what I meant."

Ronan instantly understood Dinia's meaning and replied, "We'll have to see your dream of a strong and prosperous nation begin to be realized, which will probably take some more years."

“That’s no longer my dream,” Dinia said. “Or rather, it never was. The orphanage that raised me, the teachers who sacrificed themselves for me, the comrades who died because of me, the former king who cared for and promoted me, and even you who used me—all your dreams have come together to form my dream.”

"Now, I want to go find my own dream, and do it with you."

Upon hearing this, Ronan remained silent for a moment, then said, "Let's wait a few more years until my stupid son gets married. Coincidentally, Anri doesn't want to be a queen anymore either."

“Yes.” Dinia nodded.

Three days later, Ronan and Dinia left the capital and headed to the Papacy located in Venaia.

They did not fly, because they were accompanied by guards who were merely for show, and some civil officials who were probably useless.

After a journey of more than ten days, Ronan and Dinia finally arrived at their destination.

After a simple banquet, they took a bath, rested for a night, and the next day, the Pope personally received them.

However, he only said some very official things.

Just when Ronan and Dinia thought they had overthought things, the Pope invited them to go somewhere with him and the Grand Master of the Knights of the Apostles, without any entourage.

Ronan and Dinia agreed.

The Pope then led the two to a small town, and without stopping, went directly up the mountain.

When he stopped, the place where the group was was a platform halfway up a mountain with nothing there.

“Where is this place?” Ronan asked.

"The burial place of the Holy Son," the Pope replied calmly.

Ronan looked surprised.

Then, the Pope said something that surprised Ronan even more: "Don't be surprised, the Son's body isn't here. Is it to be in that filthy church, in that golden coffin stained with hypocritical tears?"

This supreme leader of the old church actually called his own church, a holy place in the hearts of countless people, a defiled place.

Ronan suddenly relaxed and said, "You're very interesting."

"Everyone is interesting."

Chapter 573 The Holy Son, the Pope, and Only Faith

The Pope raised his hand, and the earth churned, instantly producing a set of stone tables.

At this moment, the Grand Master, wearing a black armor with the Pope's three-stripe cross printed on it, walked over. He had long, flowing black hair, a few forehead wrinkles and nasolabial folds, and a short beard. His slightly weathered appearance couldn't hide his handsomeness. His amber eyes were bewitching and alluring, and these eyes should have been on a face that was too beautiful for a man.

The commander's voice was deep and magnetic, "Madam, I have long admired you."

Dinia frowned.

"I'm so sorry, I misspoke. That's not what I meant. I just wanted to have a match with you," the Grand Master hurriedly explained, drawing his longsword. "Let's go somewhere else. We're keeping them from chatting here."

Dinia stretched out a hand, and Ronan immediately conjured a longsword, which flew into Dinia's hand.

Dinia, sword in hand, said, "Lead the way."

"It is a great honor to be able to fight against the seventh generation," the Grand Master said politely.

Dinia looked puzzled.

The Grand Master brandished his longsword, warming up as he explained, "After the Holy Son died, two powers were released. One power, compatible with destiny, will reside in the newborn girl after the previous one dies. The other power, compatible with the Heavenly Oath, will be passed on to the boy. I am the thirteenth generation."

"There is one bad thing about this power for humans: it means they can never have offspring. But that shouldn't matter to you, and it doesn't matter to me either."

"We've gone off on a tangent. Let's have a fight. If you win, I'll tell you the stories of our ancestors."

Dinia remained calm. "I'm not interested in knowing."

"Then let's change it to if you lose, you have to listen to my story." The Grand Master said, transforming into a streak of black light that streaked across the sky and landed on a distant mountain peak.

Dinia also appeared as a flash of red light, swept across the mountains and forests, and arrived not far from the Grand Master.

The battle is about to break out.

The Pope invited Ronan to sit down nearby.

After Ronan sat down, the Pope flicked his hand, and a tea set appeared on the table. Then, he took out a box of tea leaves, poured the black tea into the earthenware teapot, snapped his fingers, and water appeared in the teapot, which then began to heat up automatically.

Ronan joked casually, "I never expected the Pope to be an elemental mage, let alone to use magic to brew tea."

The Pope, however, was not serious at all. "I thought a Pope like me who plays with elemental magic would be very famous. I didn't expect that the world-renowned Marquis of Rhine would not know me."

"Your Majesty, let's get to the point," Ronan said, using a respectful form of address.

The Pope went straight to the point, "I hope the Marquis of Rhine can grant me a small request: guarantee that the priests and followers of the Seven Saints Church in the southern part of the Kingdom of Fas will not be harmed and will not spread Protestantism to Villa or the Empire."

Ronan was so surprised that he chuckled. Was this a small request?

"As for the Kingdom of Fas, I can only say that we should try our best to restrain both sides to avoid bloodshed. I have no interest in spreading Protestantism to Villa, and the same goes for the Empire. However, the Rhine region has already seceded from the Empire and established its own independent state, so I cannot interfere with their freedom of religion."

Ronan said.

The Pope remained calm, clearly unsurprised by Ronan's refusal.

The Pope asked Ronan, "Don't you think that some people in the Kingdom of Phos, and some in Weyland, have lost their morality and are left with only endless greed? The standard for judging a person no longer includes their virtue, but rather how much wealth they possess. Does such a society, such a country, have a future?"

“You are very interesting. From beginning to end, you haven’t quoted a single word from the Bible,” Ronan said. “You are more like a sociologist than a pope.”

The Pope ignored Ronan's little joke and said, "Only faith can restrain greed."

Ronan smiled. "The facts of the past few hundred years have proven that faith has not achieved this. I don't want to comment on the priests and nobles, but you should know very well what they were like in the past."

“It cannot be said that faith has no effect, and now greed is spreading like a plague, which is obviously more serious than in the past,” the Pope said, sticking to his point of view.

“Yes, yes, you’re right. But for someone like me, right or wrong doesn’t really matter,” Ronan said, indicating that he didn’t want to discuss the topic.

The Pope remained calm in the face of Ronan's attitude. He stopped the brewing of the tea, poured himself a cup, and then handed the teapot to Ronan.

Then, the Pope said, "Let me put it another way. The current economic model of the Kingdom of Fas and Weyland is that the scale of production is constantly expanding, but the people involved in production do not have enough wealth to consume all the products produced. They can only keep expanding the external market, but sooner or later, other countries in the Western Continent will also join the competition. And the external market is ultimately limited. It is not enough for you to plunder, or for the vast majority of people infected with the disease of greed to realize their dreams of getting rich. One day, there will be either internal strife or external war."

"I never knew you were an economist."

Ronan still spoke in that slightly teasing tone.

“I am the second son of the richest man in Venaya. I was sent to a monastery at the age of fourteen. What kind of place is Venaya? It is the place where your so-called ‘fair competition’ and ‘get rich’ shameless rhetoric originated. There are not many people in the entire Western Continent who understand these things better than me.”

The Pope spoke with absolute confidence.