Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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As long as all five are dead, there's absolutely no way to trace it back to him or the Baron.

Another point is that he's a close-range burst mage; breaking through a barrage of fire is probably out of the question.

The noodles and Lucien's side.

As the steward drew closer, Lucien panicked. He realized that at this rate, there was no way they could break through together. If he had to reload, he would lose his life. His mind went completely blank.

A born magician, a mechanical genius, a marksman—no matter how many titles precede Lucien's name, he is essentially still a pampered child under six years old. In this situation, he simply cannot withstand the pressure.

Noodles didn't notice Lucien's unusual behavior; he was staring intently at the cloaked mage who hadn't made a move yet, as this was the greatest threat to them.

Lucien in front of him should still have four bullets left. The butler probably won't dare to charge into this last distance for the time being. He definitely can't dodge the bullets at this distance. Being hit by four bullets will definitely knock him down. However, once the butler falls, the magician who has been hesitant to make a move will probably take advantage of the situation. But it doesn't matter. He should be able to delay the opponent's actions for a while and buy Lucien time to reload.

Just as Noodles was thinking this, Lucien suddenly started to change his magazine in a panic.

Noodles thought four rounds were a sure thing, but Lucien didn't think so. He felt forty rounds weren't enough, let alone four.

Oops!

opportunity!

Just then, the butler Andrew launched an attack, armed with a gun and a knife.

At the same time, the fourth-tier mage Joe also moved. He did not act after the butler as Noodles had expected, but instead activated at the same time.

Although Joe was behind, he was already behind the butler Andrew in the blink of an eye.

The "noodles" that came to the rear to provide support were a beat too slow. They reacted immediately and used the noodles to bind the magician. However, the soft noodles could not withstand the struggle and were broken in an instant. The broken noodles turned into pepper-flavored bits of noodles in the air, which flew into the eyes of the magician in the coat like needles. But just as they were about to reach the magician's eyeballs, the pepper-flavored needles were instantly pulverized by the magical impact.

As a fourth-tier mage, even without using magic, simply condensing magical energy and releasing it to create an impact is enough to shatter Noodles' magic.

At this moment, the butler had already broken through the noodle net and arrived directly in front of Lucien.

"Ah, Grandpa Axe is here!" Suddenly, "Axe" shouted and rushed out from the side to hug the butler.

With a thud, the butler stabbed him in the body and kicked him, but he couldn't kick him away. This old soldier and magician couldn't even kick a small, lowly commoner child away.

Another kick, and then another, and the fifth brother's "axe" was kicked away and he died.

The butler turned around and faced Lucien once more.

But in that instant, Lucien, having finished reloading, fired. The gun spewed fire, emptying the magazine. In the blink of an eye, blood bloomed on the butler's body, and he staggered back two steps before collapsing to the ground.

A burst of gunfire also affected the magician wearing a coat behind the butler. However, this level of attack was equivalent to an ordinary person being hit by a group of children throwing stones, resulting in minor injuries and bleeding. It not only did not affect his actions but also further aroused his ferocity.

The next instant, the coat-clad magician lunged forward, the ground cracking, and his right hand snapped back—a classic charging motion.

In a flash, Noodles pulled Lucien behind him and stood in front of him as a shield.

Of course, he wasn't trying to take the fall for someone else; he wasn't that noble. He had already turned into noodles, so as long as the opponent didn't deliver a wide-range attack, he wouldn't die, and he could buy Lucien another chance to reload.

Joe's right hand shot forward like a cannonball, his entire right arm resembling a spiral lance made of obsidian. A flash of light, and the spinning, explosive lance pierced through Noodles' chest.

The noodle's chest voluntarily opened, and countless frail noodles entangled the spiral lance, instantly slowing its rotation.

Noodles revealed a hint of joy; the Transmutation type is least afraid of this kind of single-point physical attack.

"Naive." Joe scoffed, accelerating with his lance and conjuring a magical tornado.

The spiraling lance pierced through his chest and extended forward, aiming at Lucien, who had fallen to the ground. Just as it was about to touch Lucien, a flaming hand blocked the spinning lance tip. The tip spun and protruded in the palm, but could not advance any further. After a burst of sparks, the spinning stopped completely.

Joe abruptly retracted his arm, which had transformed into a spiral spear, and Noodle, whose chest had been pierced with a large hole, collapsed to the ground with a thud.

Immediately, the owner of that hand leaped out of the vortex portal.

Lucien, who had survived the ordeal, stared blankly at Agustina, who had suddenly appeared in front of him and completely blocked his view.

The next moment, Isabel appeared.

Joe felt a chill run down his spine and cold sweat pour down his back. He didn't immediately recognize Agustina and Isabel, but he sensed that one was a fourth-tier and the other a third-tier.

Without much thought, Joe activated his attack with both hands, heading towards Isabel, who was closest to him. In a two-on-one situation, he had to take down one of them first.

Chapter 466 Saving lives, being forced to commit suicide, and self-blaming education

The spiral lances, like two giant drills, charged in and pierced right through Isabel's body.

It was as if the one being attacked was not a real person, but a phantom.

The next instant, the two spiral air guns snapped and twisted into pretzels in the blink of an eye.

This is Isabel's third-tier magic, Distortion, and the etherealization she just experienced was the effect of her merging with her "summoned creature."

Almost simultaneously, Agustina unleashed a fiery blast that struck the coat-wearing mage on the head.

The cloaked magician Joe, his arms twisted, was blasted away and crashed into the wall, sliding down to the ground like a rag doll. His arms, now back to normal, hung limply at his sides. His face was covered in burns, festering sores, and bleeding. Knowing he was completely outmatched, Joe immediately pleaded, "Spare my life! I know, I know it's..."

Before he could finish speaking, Agustina's flames suddenly erupted beneath his feet, a towering pillar of fire shooting straight up. In an instant, the mage, who only wanted to beg for mercy, was like a little mouse standing on an incinerator.

Accompanied by heart-wrenching screams and wails, the magician Joe, who had just begged for mercy, went into a frenzy. He realized that these two had no intention of letting him go, nor did they even want to know the truth behind it; they just wanted to kill him.

Despite the intense burning pain, Joe, engulfed in flames, charged towards Agustina, his hands transforming once again into spiral lances.

Joe knew very well that his attacks were useless against Isabel; only by taking down Agustina could he have a chance of survival.

He was, after all, a fourth-tier opponent, and Agustina was also only a fourth-tier opponent. Even her most powerful attack was not enough to kill him.

Isabel didn't plan to use Twisting again, as it would be too taxing on her, and at her third rank, it wouldn't be fatal to her opponent. Her goal was to finish off the guy below her first, and then deal with the other first-rank mage who was being held back by Ina.

The butler Andrew was the first to die, followed by the mage who fought with Ina, then the fourth-tier mage Joe, and after that, the whole group died without leaving any survivors.

This was something that had been decided long ago.

As for the Noodles gang, the fifth brother was killed by the butler, the third brother died at the hands of that first-tier mage, the second brother was injured, but not seriously, the fourth brother had been hiding and was fine, and the eldest brother "Noodles" was still alive.

"Ha, he's still alive." Isabel looked at "Noodles" lying on the ground. "Ina, Lucien, you two go with the chief. I'll take this kid to the rehabilitation center."

In the blink of an eye, Isabel left with the noodles. She was still alive, but only Noah, the "Suturing Master," could save her from her injuries.

Agustina glanced back at the spot where Isabel had disappeared and shook her head slightly. Ronan's idea was that they shouldn't save the thug if possible. Isabel had acted on her own initiative, but it wouldn't have much of an impact.

"It's alright, it's all over now," Agustina said, her tone relaxed.

After Ashley left, she and Isabelle stayed with Lucien and Ina, and neither of them was in any real danger.

At the same time, on the other side.

Ronan and his men dealt with the baron and carefully put away the will he had written for him.

He had no intention of investigating who was behind it, or even of finding out the truth. So the Earl of Champagne died, the Baron died, the Baron's butler, his collaborators, and a group of hired men all died.

However, it's definitely necessary to take advantage of the situation.

Therefore, the Count of Champagne would say that someone was trying to frame him, with the aim of securing his vote for Dinia.

The baron's suicide note would state that this was instigated by a certain earl, but without specifying who.

So, whoever doesn't vote for Dinia during the vote is the mastermind behind it all.

Although even those who were unaware of the facts could guess that the Count and Baron of Champagne were most likely "forced to commit suicide," the nobles originally did not intend to eliminate the Count of Champagne, but had other purposes.

But Ambrina says that's how it is, and there's irrefutable evidence like "facts" and a "suicide note." Does she really want to overturn the case?

With that, Dinya's first round is now secure.

A few days later, the truth was revealed, public opinion spread, and the group of people who had stirred up trouble behind the scenes suffered in silence. They would have to vote for Dinia to prove their innocence.

Pierre was devastated. The nobles had supported him, but this sudden incident had effectively wiped out his voter base.

All he can do now is try to curry favor with Dinia and find a way to win over old William's votes in a last-ditch effort.

Of course, such a struggle is likely to be futile, and he is basically out of the game now.

Old William breathed a sigh of relief. With the first round's outcome decided, it was basically him and Dinia who would advance to the second round. He no longer needed to worry about Pierre; the real focus was on figuring out how to beat Dinia in the second round.

Meanwhile, Ronan and Ambrina were in the palace, with two rough young men standing in front of them.

“Honestly, your performance has made your mother and me very proud. In the past few days, you have shown courage and wisdom that even adults may not have,” Ronan said. The two children instantly showed joy, but after a pause, Ronan continued, “However, your final performance was extremely foolish. Of course, this is not your responsibility, but mine, and I must apologize to you for it.”

Although the two kids' final performance was hopelessly stupid, Ronan felt it was all his fault.

“Me too,” Ambrina chimed in.

“Anli, you tell them,” Ronan said, peeling shrimp for Ambrina as he spoke.

Ambrina opened her mouth and ate the shrimp Ronan offered her. "As a mother, I feel guilty."

Ina's eyelids twitched. Her stinky mom was still eating shrimp here, feeling guilty? She hadn't noticed.

After eating another shrimp, Ambrina continued, "In the end, you were trapped in the alley. Actually, this crisis could have been resolved with just one sentence. If you didn't have that self-righteous 'precocious' attitude, if you were ordinary kids, you would have said that sentence long ago."

"Huh?" Ina and Lucien exclaimed at the same time.

That situation could have been resolved with just one sentence.

“What do you mean, ‘ah’?” Ambrina laughed. “Lucien, if you had shouted ‘I am Prince Lucien Freigo,’ they wouldn’t have dared to move, do you believe me?”

“Impossible,” Ina retorted. “How could they believe we are a prince and princess?”

"Shut up! All you ever do is play petty tricks. Do you really think you're so great?" Ambrina scolded. "That's a fourth-tier mage who has close ties with the nobility. Lucien, your magic—a strange sphere that can be used as cover, completely protecting you from bullet impacts without any damage, and you can even take out guns and ammunition from it—what else is that but spatial magic? And when it comes to spatial magic, the first thing that comes to mind should be our family."

"If that's not enough, then isn't the magic you're using, Ina, who's currently engaged in a fierce battle at the end of the alley, similar to that of the legendary little princess?"

Ambrina's words felt like a heavy blow to the two little ones' heads.

Chapter 467 Education, Why? Two Choices for You

"Others may not understand or believe it, but that fourth-tier mage could recognize you without being told. It's just that he didn't have time to analyze you two in that situation. If he had analyzed it a little, he would have known who you were."

"Knowing who you are, he still dares to make a move?"

Ambrina questioned.

Ina, however, was still unconvinced and retorted, "If you know, then it's just killing them all to silence them. If I were him, wouldn't I have gone berserk and come over to kill them all and then run away?"

Ambrina was so angry she could barely eat her shrimp. "If you two princes and princesses die, it will be a case that will shake the entire continent. Run? Where can he run to? He must die. Not only will he die, but a whole bunch of people will be buried with him, maybe hundreds, or even over a thousand."

Ina lowered her head immediately.

She admitted that her mother, Ambrina, was right.

Lucien raised his head slightly. "So, if I say I'm a prince, they'll turn tail and run away?"

“They won’t do that,” Ronan said. “Knowing you’re princes, they’ll be terrified at first, but they’ll quickly realize that running away isn’t an option. If they do, they’ll be investigated later, and the investigation will lead back to that baron. They can only pretend they don’t know you, but without intending to harm the ‘innocent,’ shout ‘Kill those thugs, but don’t hurt those two innocent children,’ kill Noodles and his gang, and then ask about your identities.”

"Upon receiving the answer, he immediately knelt down and begged for forgiveness."

"Then, they split into two groups. One group escorted you home, while the other rushed back to report and ask the Baron to find a reason to kill Noodles and the others."

"Of course, there is also the possibility that he feels he has no way out anyway, so he might as well kill the two of you and drag everyone involved in this conspiracy down with him."

Ronan suddenly said this.

Lucien instinctively jerked and gasped.

Ina looked up, suddenly took two steps forward, and asked, "Auntie, and Agustina has been here all along, hasn't she?"

Ronan paused for a second, sighed softly, and then looked at his daughter. "Yes."

"Why didn't you act sooner?" Ina questioned.

"Didn't you ask your aunt?" Ronan retorted.

“She told me to ask you,” Ina said through gritted teeth.

Ronan smiled helplessly; clearly, Isabel had some reservations about him in this matter.

"According to my original plan, when you were attacked, Lucien should have separated you from the five teenagers while you were dragging Ina away. If that were the case, your aunt and Tina would have taken you to a safe place and handed you over to other people in the security bureau before going back to deal with those people."

"But the reality is quite unexpected; you didn't separate from those five people."

“After you rushed out of that villa’s courtyard, your aunt and Tina could have made their move. If they had, there wouldn’t have been any further fighting.”

"There are two reasons why I didn't intervene. First, your aunt still wanted to see how these teenagers would react in this situation. This is the moment when you can see a person's true colors."

"Secondly, it's because of me. Before they went, I said something: 'Don't even think about saving that boy named Noodles.'"

Ronan has finished his explanation.

"Why?" Ina didn't understand. She really didn't understand. Just these past two days, her father had gone to see Noodles, who had been saved, and had shown him a lot of concern.

"Because he used you, dragging you and a kid like Lucien into killing people. Even though it was your own choice, do you think your mother and I shouldn't be angry? Your mother is the queen; getting angry can kill people." Ronan said, before Ambrina pinched him hard.

"But now that he's been saved, and he's not entirely hopeless, consider him as someone who has gained another friend. And since he's your friend, shouldn't I, as his father, show him some concern?"

Ronan said.

Ina finally understood her father Ronan's thoughts.