Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Golan's expression shifted from trembling to excitement, like a flower bud suddenly blooming. "So, you were willing, weren't you?"

“I don’t want to,” Ronan replied bluntly.

Grandan stared intently at Ronan, then after a moment, suddenly pointed at Alice and asked, "Then why is she allowed to?"

Ronan reached out and pried Golan's hand off, his expression turning genuinely serious. "That's your sister, don't 'she' or 'her'."

"Oh." Golan lowered her head, like a child who had made a mistake.

“Apologize,” Ronan commanded.

Golan turned around and bowed slightly. "I'm sorry, sister, I was wrong."

"Heh." Alice squinted and snorted coldly, "I don't have a sister who's that polite."

Golan's expression changed instantly.

She is not an easily excitable person. If you were to inquire about her at the magic academy, you would probably hear from teachers and classmates that she is studious, rigorous, focused, humble, enthusiastic, and gentle. If Ronan heard such evaluations, he would definitely say that most of them are true, but some parts contain elements of acting, such as humility, enthusiasm, and gentleness.

Humility is her way of expressing confidence; enthusiasm comes from her interest in observing others; and gentleness is a good mask she wears, whether with friends or enemies.

But these are all normal occurrences; everything is different when facing her sister Alice.

"Alice, are you deliberately trying to make things difficult for me?" Grand questioned.

“You’re right,” Alice replied, standing up.

Golan raised her hand, then lowered it again. "Never mind, it's not the right time or the right place."

"Heh." Alice sneered, "So what if we don't use magic, just stay here? If you break things, that just means you have poor control."

"This is good." Grand smiled, instantly gathering magical power around himself. "Shall we begin?"

Alice assumed a ready position. "Three."

Golan made a peace sign and said, "Two."

At this moment, Ronan, who was not good at dealing with women, really didn't know what to do. After thinking it over, all he could do was walk aside and watch.

"One." The two said in unison.

Then, they were started simultaneously.

Alice's magic is the summoning of rifle-shaped creatures, while Grand is a typical elemental mage. Both are ranged attackers, but they know a bit of martial arts, such as saber techniques. However, they are completely unskilled in hand-to-hand combat. In fact, since the time when primitive people used bone clubs to hit each other, martial arts have never been associated with the concept of unarmed combat. Especially in this world where magic exists, hand-to-hand combat is just a competitive sport for ordinary humans.

Alice and Grand started fighting. Although it wasn't like the typical women's brawl, it wasn't much better; they were just throwing punches at each other.

Suddenly, Golan transformed his fist into a claw, his magic gathering at his fingertips to form a sharp claw. With one claw, he tore Alice's clothes apart, revealing a patch of the semi-transparent lace bra under Alice's shirt, even showing the outline of her breasts.

Grandine was precocious from a young age, or rather, few people in this era were not precocious. She knew all too well that Ronan liked this kind of ambiguous and suggestive style.

"Is this what you use to seduce him? After all, with such small breasts and short legs, this is all you can do," Golan asked sarcastically.

Alice was so angry that she kicked her sister. Grande raised her knee to block, but Alice condensed a magic spear between her two fingers and slashed her skirt horizontally. Alice only wanted to retaliate, but she didn't expect that when her skirt was ripped open, she would find that her sister was wearing a pair of transparent black stockings, but no underwear, and her fine black hair in the shape of a sunflower was exposed.

"You..." Alice was furious. Her bastard sister was the one who came to seduce Ronan.

Enraged, Alice lunged forward, about to punch Golan in the face. Golan covered the tear in her dress with her hand, a slight smile flashing across her lips, but she neither dodged nor avoided the punch.

Just as the fist was about to hit, Ronan dodged and grabbed Alice's wrist. "Never mind, Alice."

Releasing Alice's hand, Ronan turned to face Grand. "You, change into your sister's dress, and then go out."

Golan went upstairs to the wardrobe. A little while later, Golan came downstairs in a different dress, waved, and said, "Goodbye."

After Grandan left, Alice looked at Ronan with a stern face, wanting to say something, but then remained silent.

Chapter 384 The Real Business: Nail-Making, Specially Trained

Alice took a deep breath, barely managing to calm herself. "Before you came, she told me about the Security Bureau. Isabel's people are already in place."

The so-called "Isabel's people" refers to a group of young, junior mages who came from the military and joined the Security Bureau.

There were two groups of people who supported Isabelle's rise to power: one group consisted of young military officers, and the other group consisted of conservatives who were out of office.

The core of the young officers were basically students who fought to the death in that battle many years ago. Back then, they were truly passionate and patriotic. More than ten years later, after ups and downs in the army, patriotism and passion became the banner for them to gather more young people. Therefore, Ronan only threw out a new weapon targeting first and second-tier mages, giving them hope that the rule that "junior mages cannot serve as senior officers" could be broken, and they abandoned Isabel without hesitation.

However, there is still a group of young people in the army who are genuinely willing to follow Isabel. It's like when the church was at its peak hundreds of years ago. Those who had been working in the church for more than ten years were basically not religious and only wanted to climb the ranks by upholding the banner of faith. But among those who had just been brainwashed and recruited, there were quite a few who were truly devout.

These young people were originally supposed to be purged, either forcibly discharged from the military or sent to remote areas. But then, Isabel gave them a place where they could continue to burn with passion, dedicate their youth, and rid the country of traitors. This place, of course, was the National Security Bureau under the Ministry of the Interior.

“Good, the net is now fully set up, just waiting for the fish to swim over,” Ronan said. He had made all the necessary arrangements, and his minimum expectation was that the target would be achieved. As for a very good result, Ronan had never expected that much. After all, this was the Ministry of the Interior’s first operation, and Ronan himself was still a “new recruit.”

"By the way, how's your director?" Ronan asked. The director he was referring to was Cheney, the current director of the Inspectorate under the Ministry of the Interior, an official from the tax system who was sent there by the Prime Minister.

Alice paused slightly, "It's completely different from the rumors and expectations."

After listening to Ronan's advice, Alice made contact with her superior. Rumor had it that Mr. Cheney was a man who kept to himself, neither refusing to socialize nor forming deep friendships. Alice assumed he was someone who blindly obeyed the Prime Minister, but that turned out to be quite different.

"Oh, what kind of person do you think he is?" Ronan asked curiously.

Alice said, "I'm only speaking based on limited contact, so it's not accurate. He seems to be an incompetent official who doesn't say anything substantial. In all this time, he hasn't given any clear instructions, and he doesn't really express his opinion on reports. He doesn't accept gifts, but he doesn't do anything either."

At that moment, Ronan began to understand why Prime Minister Alexander had placed this man named Cheney in the oversight body.

Although this man was of noble birth and had a much smoother path than the prime minister who rose through the ranks, he was just like the prime minister when he first entered the central government. He was someone who only wanted to do his job well and whose political ambitions were hidden in his heart. He entered a unit that naturally rejected him, rose to the leadership level, but could not speak to the top leaders at all.

This Prime Minister has sent his "son" to Ronan.

"Let's leave it at that for now. You don't need to worry about him. Just work with your section chief to investigate and interrogate him. Don't sideline him."

Alice is the deputy director of the Investigation Department of the Oversight Bureau, so naturally she has to work with the director. Ronan even gave her a special reminder not to sideline the director.

"Why can't I sideline him?" Alice retorted defiantly.

"I think you need to cool down," Ronan said, lifting Alice's bottom with both hands and taking a few steps to slam her against the wall.

Alice slapped Ronan twice in annoyance. "Why are you like this? We're talking about serious matters."

“This isn’t the right way to talk about serious matters.” Ronan put Alice down, pressed her against the wall, and unbuckled his belt, pulling down his pants.

Alice was wearing a white, semi-transparent, lace-trimmed bodice underneath her upper body, and white open-crotch pantyhose on her lower body. Ronan pulled aside her panties with his fingers and slipped his fingers inside.

Soon, Alice's breathing became rapid and her breath became moist.

Ronan thrust himself in, and Alice, who hadn't experienced this in a long time, felt as if an iron rod covered in flesh had been stabbed into her.

Ronan held Alice's small, round buttocks, while Alice spread her arms and pressed them against the wall to cushion the impact. However, she was still repeatedly penetrated and trembled violently. Her white-stockinged feet swayed and drew circles in the air. At this moment, Ronan was like a nail gun hitting the wall, and Alice was like a light, floating sponge, as if she was about to be nailed to the wall.

Unable to hold on any longer, Alice could only tightly hug Ronan's neck with both hands, her legs crossed and wrapped tightly around Ronan's waist, her insteps and toes stretched straight, the thicker part of her white stockings at the toes looking like they were about to burst from her taut toes.

Ronan also held Alice tightly, remaining mostly still up and down, with only his waist, abdomen, and thighs moving at high frequencies and with small amplitudes.

Alice, unable to hold back her scream, bit Ronan's shoulder.

After a while, Ronan ejaculated, and after a few seconds, the white fluid that sprayed up from below slowly flowed out from the gap between the tightly joined flesh and the penis, running down the white stockings on his thighs.

Alice opened her mouth, as if she had just escaped from suffocation, and frantically gasped for air.

Ronan let go, and Alice landed on the ground. Alice's legs were still weak when she landed, and she couldn't stand up. She could only hold onto Ronan to keep herself steady.

After a while, Alice calmed down a bit and playfully punched Ronan's chest with her little fist, scolding, "I'm not that golden retriever, can't you go from slow to fast?"

"It's my fault, I got too excited, Alice," Ronan said somewhat embarrassed. "Let's go take a shower."

"Mmm," Alice responded.

Ronan suddenly scooped Alice up in his arms and carried her to the bathroom. After a good shower, Ronan felt refreshed and energetic again, and Alice also felt much better.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Alice said, "Ronan, I can't go on. If I do a second round, I'll definitely be unable to walk tomorrow."

"Ah, this..." Ronan didn't know what to say for a moment.

"Oral first, then foot, is that alright?" Alice asked in a low voice.

After a while, Alice changed into a black and white maid outfit and put on semi-transparent black pantyhose.

“Isn’t this an old outfit?” Ronan recognized it immediately. It was a maid outfit he had made for Alice when he was still the secretary-general in Wright City, although she rarely wore it back then.

Alice climbed onto the bed, swallowed the still limp penis, and began to suck and swallow it until it swelled and hardened, then she raised her head.

She stepped back, and then her two small, black-stockinged feet began to caress her.

The soles of the feet fit snugly against the skin, while the toes move flexibly, constantly changing their movements.

Ronan couldn't help but let out a soft "uh," "Alice, you know this kind of technique too."

Alice turned her face away, somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, and replied, "I only practiced because I was afraid you would mess with me."

Chapter 385 Vacation, Side Quest, Open the Door!

After completing his round, Ronan officially entered his vacation mode.

The kingdom, meanwhile, has entered a high-speed cycle, with four side quests in addition to daily affairs.

The first subplot involves diplomacy. The battle between Bilia and Weyland is inevitable. Although the Kingdom of Fas cannot defeat anyone, its attitude can influence the course of the war.

The second branch is military operations, or more precisely, the allocation of supplies. After all, the plan is to launch a surprise attack on the Rhine region of the Will Empire and give them a big surprise.

The third issue concerns the sale of assets under the Royal Chamber of Commerce. Both the officials in charge and those who want to buy the assets that originally belonged to the Royal Chamber of Commerce are now showing off their skills.

The fourth storyline involves Ambrina giving birth. After all, it's a monarchy, and the birth of a monarch's child is a major event.

But in fact, Ambrina was perfectly fine, and even more mentally than before, since she genuinely disliked dealing with politics.

She was only two months pregnant. Besides, she was a third-tier mage, so having a baby was just like having an extra lump in her belly; it really didn't have much of an impact.

Ronan spent most of his time in the palace, either researching cuisine with Ambrina, listening to court musicians play music, tending to the flowers and plants in the royal gardens, or occasionally going out to watch a stage play. While eating, he would watch the play, and then, what? There was an official document? No problem, keep playing the music and dancing.

After watching it a few times, Ronan got itchy and wanted to write a script and put on a show. When Ambrina heard this, she immediately became interested and said that Ronan would write the script and she would do the music, and the two of them would co-direct a musical.

In Seris's court, this kind of behavior would truly be the standard combination of "tyrant" and "femme fatale," and all the cultured people in the court would have to start thinking about what kind of derogatory posthumous title to give the emperor.

However, in the Western Continent, in the Kingdom of Fas, it was the same; people even hoped that the two adulterers would stop interfering in politics.

After all, the struggle for the throne, the engagement and marriage, the Ministry of the Interior, and the series of events that followed spoke volumes. In just six months, anyone with eyes and ears—whether officials, nobles, military leaders, church figures, capitalists, academic luminaries, or even top magicians—had come to realize that this woman was, in some ways, even more difficult to deal with than her father. This was because it was her husband who had helped her ascend to the throne; apart from him, no other official, noble, church figure, capitalist, military leader, academic luminary, or magician had played a significant role in her rise to power.

Ambrina was a queen who owed no favors, and she was by no means a "benevolent ruler".

As for Ronan, many people now describe him in a very short way—you can't beat him.

Time passed like this day by day.

The first side story has ended. Prime Minister Alexander, along with the Foreign Minister, successfully played a word game with the delegations from both sides, signing a secret agreement. Even Queen Ambrina signed it. At the time, Ambrina was eating a fried chicken wing in one hand and sketching and writing a song on a draft paper with the other. She asked Ronan if he would sign it, and when Ronan said yes, she signed it directly.

The Kingdom of Fas promised Wiland that it would definitely cause trouble on the border of Bilia. Of course, this border was the border of a territory remotely controlled by the king of the Kingdom of Will, and the trouble was indirect.

The Kingdom of Fas promised Bilia that it would never interfere in Bilia's military operations against Weyland in any way, and would even provide support for Bilia's use of the Netherlands as a transit point. Of course, in order to support you, sending some "laborers" to its own northern border is not too much to ask, is it?

It was already late March.

Conte Gis, 26, a junior magician, former soldier, and now an agent of the Ministry of the Interior's Security Service, was squatting on the side of the street smoking like a hoodlum, waiting for a signal from the building across the street.

The signal was slow to arrive, and Conte had already finished a cigarette. His anxiety hadn't eased at all. He took out another cigarette, then held the cigarette with only the butt remaining in his left hand, the still-burning side facing him. He put the unlit cigarette between his lips, took two puffs, and lit a new cigarette.

There is one.

Just as Conte was hesitating about whether to have another one, a mirror reflection suddenly flashed across the opposite building, and Conte stood up. At the same time, a group of people around him also stood up.

As the leader of this operation, Conte went to the side to get the prop cart and began the operation.

The villa, located in the city, was not large, covering a total area of ​​only 500 square meters. At this moment, Conte suddenly calmed down as quickly as when he first went to the battlefield.

"Open the door, it's the cheese delivery guy," Conte shouted rudely, banging on the door.

Soon, the butler arrived at the gate.

The butler thought about it for a moment and realized that it was true. After looking at the person in front of him, he no longer had any doubts.

The butler opened the door. "You come with me alone." After saying that, the butler immediately turned around and walked away, not wanting to have any contact with this rude man who smelled like a brat.

In that instant, the butler was strangled unconscious.

The five-person team walked straight through the front yard and knocked on the door of the main house of the villa again. "Sir, your cheese." The person inside did not open the door immediately, but asked a few questions. After learning that they had come to deliver cheese and that the butler had gone to get the money for them, the person still did not open the door, but only told them to take the things to the kitchen.

Conte cursed under his breath. According to intelligence, the target loved cheese and always wanted to try any new flavor of cheese. But now he wouldn't open the door.

We can't afford to delay.

With a determined look, Conte kicked the door open. "The Security Bureau is handling this. You've been caught."

The man slowly stood up, his expression calm. Although he had never expected to be in this situation, and he knew he had done something wrong, he was not panicked at all because he had not committed any crime currently written in the law.

He knew even better that if he went with these people and entered the security bureau, he would definitely be forced to confess and plead guilty, and not just one or two, but many.

He had a clear mind. He fought with these people in front of him, making a big commotion until the garrison came and took him away. Once the normal procedures were followed, all the officials who had previously opposed the Ministry of the Interior but dared not openly oppose him would come out to protect him.

Moreover, he was certain that at this very moment, many others were experiencing the same thing as him.