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"...Teacher, so even this won't get you to agree to my proposal?"

"Oh... wait a minute, I'm..."

...Okay then...

"...What do you think of my sister?"

"what?"

"I mean, literally."

"Huh? No, Theresa, what are you talking about?"

"That's literally what it means."

"...ha?"

If we include Theresa, that should be enough, right?

Therese gritted her teeth, about to voice her bold idea, when she suddenly realized that since things had come to this point, why couldn't they take it a step further?

Looking at this enclosed, sealed room.

She recalled her bold ideas from the past.

Chapter 171

Therese, what the hell are you talking about?!

Yang Hao's head is still buzzing.

When Therese proposed the motion to "guarantee Kazdel's independence by the Duchy of Kosieche," Yang Hao was prepared to accept it after careful consideration. After all, it was in the interests of both him and the Ursus Empire, and it would indeed benefit the development of Kazdel. Most importantly, it would also annoy the Victorians and Columbians. There was nothing to say; who would agree if not him?

However, he didn't agree immediately—he made a plan after serious consideration... But whether Therese misunderstood something, or Yang Hao did something wrong, in any case, Therese seemed to think that Yang Hao wouldn't agree to the proposal, so she started to raise the price.

She sent me here as a representative, holding me hostage? This is incredible! For a moment, Yang Hao was astonished by this celebratory news. His mind raced, considering the political resources he would gain after Therese became a hostage, so he didn't immediately respond.

But Therese seems to have misunderstood something again. She's added more and more charges... Her pardoner? Hmm...

Those absolution masters seem pretty strong. At least from Yang Hao's personal understanding, as Sarkaz people brimming with martial virtue, to become even more martial-virtuous royal attendants must be incredibly powerful warriors.

What? What did you say? You're going to give them to me? Is this some kind of windfall?!

So... Yang Hao was naturally overjoyed and shocked at the same time, to the point that he even thought Therese was joking, and he uttered a series of strange words—

So, it seems I've caused my students to misunderstand again?

She started asking me what I thought of her sister.

Huh? What are you thinking? Yang Hao thought to himself, isn't she just a pitiful idealist princess born in the wrong place and era? What else could a gentleman like me possibly have for her?

She's pretty, but honestly, the wife, maid, mother of my children, Sonia, my little pony, and Karina and Green are still the best.

Even Margarita, who is still growing up, is much more appealing than Princess Tevercia, not to mention Lady Northon—so after thinking it over, Yang Hao concluded that [that's it].

It's definitely not a casual "that's it," but rather a rational "that's it."

On the other hand... I wonder what Miss Elegy thinks about this.

She seems to have the ability to read minds; that's a really good thing... Miss Wange, do you have any similar items you could send me? For the sake of our past marriage...

Uh, I digress.

Mr. Yang Hao shook his head. After his scattered consciousness returned to the closed reality room, he found that Therese seemed to be acting strangely.

She sat down in her seat, her light coat already removed and placed neatly on the chair. Her fitted white gown looked truly beautiful; it must have been a fine piece hand-sewn by skilled artisans in the Kazdel region.

that is..

"Therese?"

"..."

Ms. Therese? Why did you suddenly stand up?

Yang Hao became wary: this was a locked room, and he would definitely be at a disadvantage against Therese. Therefore, no matter what, if Therese showed any signs of harming him, he would immediately call Monica over—Monica was the girl in the mirror, and she could arrive instantly, which was Yang Hao's advantage.

However, if Therese was simply planning to get up and go to the restroom, it was best not to be too tense or excited. So Yang Hao merely watched Therese warily as she slowly walked around the table toward him, finally stopping beside him.

...Should I have Monica come over?

Although he still didn't sense any intention from Therese to harm him... a warning bell rang in Yang Hao's mind: because Miss Elegy had popped up an event...

[Plot: Ms. Therese is plotting against you.]

...A conspiracy? Therese, Therese, how dare you!

Believe it or not, I'll get Monica here right now—

"...Teacher, let me just confirm one thing."

"explain."

Yang Hao blinked, wanting to hear what Therese had to say before making a decision.

“A question you should be able to answer easily—what do you think of me?” Therese sighed softly, her face turned to his side, and then gently placed her right hand on the fabric of her dress. “Well, as a woman.”

...ah?

"...what?"

Although he didn't know what schemes Therese was plotting, Mr. Yang Hao, who was on high alert, still frowned and cautiously gave an assessment:

"As a woman, you are very beautiful. And to be honest, you have your own unique charm. Your sister can't compare to you in that respect."

"Really? Thanks."

"..."

He watched as Therese slowly turned to look at him. The "conspiracy" on the puppet stage was still just a "conspiracy," and he knew nothing about its specifics.

So, it seems Monica still needs to come over? Yang Hao was deep in thought, extremely cautious...

...

He saw Therese slowly bend down and then kneel in front of him.

How is this going?

Mr. Yang Hao was dumbfounded—what kind of conspiracy could possibly make someone in such a high position kneel down? No, this is—

[Plot update.]

“I must admit, teacher… I’m willing to sell everything for Kazdel,” Therese said through gritted teeth. While Yang Hao was still frozen in place, her hands had already climbed onto his body. “Humiliation, you’re the first man who has made me feel so humiliated that I wanted to smash my teeth and swallow it down, yet I still had to do this… But I won’t blame you, because this is what I had to do.”

"Wait—Theresis?! I didn't mean that—"

"...I hope that, considering your student's groveling before you, you will agree to your student's proposal. Let Kazdel's independence be guaranteed by the Duchy of Kosichear. Please..."

With her face flushed with humiliation, Ms. Therese climbed onto the waist of the terrified Mr. Yang Hao.

It was at this moment that Mr. Yang Hao finally saw through the true nature of this conspiracy—

Conspiracy:

Ms. Therese is trying to seduce you.

Considering the difference in strength

...

You decide what to do.

He was dumbfounded.

.......

Meanwhile, Monica, the head maid, was intently chatting with Miss Margarita to learn more about her, when she suddenly had a vague sense of foreboding...

Was it just my imagination? She looked in the direction of the meeting room where Mr. Yang Hao was having a meeting, and just as she was about to go over and see what was going on...

"Um, Ms. Monica? May I ask... is Yang Hao very tired when he's working in Ursus?"

"Oh? You mean this... Hehe, it's about work. He can get quite tired sometimes. But he gets plenty of rest, so please don't worry."

"Oh, I see... That's great... By the way, Hela is...?"

"Hela is indeed the adult's daughter. Although there's no blood relation, we all love that child. It's just that sometimes she does..."

Head Maid Monica turned around and answered Miss Margarita's question with a smile.

Anyway, if something really happens to my family, I'll call her directly. Since nothing's happened now, there shouldn't be any problem, right?

Ok.

Head Maid Monica was that confident in her master's thoughts.

But even the little bat realized something was wrong and was staring intently in that direction... Did she really intend to do nothing?

Perhaps this would be better. Because if Monica went there now...

You'll then see Lord Yang Hao, after being verbally provoked by Therese, press the obedient CEO onto the table.

Chapter 172

"..."

"..."

Outside the secret room, the absolutioners guarded by Ms. Northumbers and Ms. Therese stood on either side of the gate.

Unlike Ms. Norson, who was bored and staring at the ceiling, daydreaming about whether she could sip a cocktail to perk herself up tonight, the absolutist was clearly much more focused.

She had received orders from Lady Therese: under no circumstances was anyone allowed in before their meeting ended. No one, no matter who. So she was on high alert, fearing someone might sneak in using some strange Originium Arts.

But her focus was destined to be meaningless: because the secret room was truly airtight.

The freshness of the air inside is ensured by a special Originium Arts array... Once the only main door for entry and exit is locked, it can only be forcibly opened from the outside. In a sense, it is absolutely impossible for someone to sneak in, so the efforts of the Pardoner are actually just futile.

However, her hard work is still commendable—at least compared to Ms. Northumberland next door, who was so bored that she started counting the patterns on the floor.

"...By the way, how many years have you been working here?"

"Perhaps I've been bored to death." Ms. Norsen turned to the pardoner wearing a golden mask and asked.

When faced with Ms. Northumber's inquiry...

The pardoner remained silent, focused on his work.

But Ms. Northumen remained relentless, seemingly having made the wooden stake the perfect outlet for her emotions. And to be honest, what she wanted to say wasn't really a secret, nor was it something that could be exploited—Ms. Northumen was simply lamenting some of her troubles, some "troubles" that might elicit secrets from the Exonerator.

"Sigh... I feel like working for too long makes you stupid. But not working makes you stupid too—I've been living in seclusion with Minos since the fall of the Gallic Empire. As a result, I almost forgot the etiquette and traditions of the Blood Demons. Sigh, you know how complicated things are in the Blood Demon tribe. I've even forgotten how to prepare a rich cocktail for myself on my birthday every year to savor life."

"..."

"Besides, the place they live is remote, and people with good blood quality are few and far between. Ah... unlike you nobles who have always stayed in Kazdel. No matter how bad the environment in Kazdel is, at least you have stable housing and good food..."

"...No, at least after Kazdel is destroyed again, we will lose stable shelter and food..." The Exorcist shook his head in denial. "Therefore, to ensure our people's food and shelter, Kazdel must be rebuilt..."

"Is that so? But actually, whether Kazdel is rebuilt or not is really unnecessary for those ancient Sarkaz people, right? I'm referring to the Blood Demon. We can survive anywhere, unless that godforsaken place doesn't even have a single Originium Bug... Otherwise, for us, whether Kazdel exists or not doesn't really matter."

"...You are not a blood demon of Kazdel, you don't understand these things."

"Of course I don't need to understand. My country has already been destroyed, and I've lived long enough to see dozens of countries built, destroyed, and rebuilt. So it's impossible for me to place my spiritual sustenance on a country that could be destroyed at any time. Sigh."

"...Ugh."

"I really envy you Kazdel people. At least you don't have any fools who would sign that fifty-year treaty..." Lady Northumen sighed. Leaning against the wall, she still found it particularly laughable when she recalled the reasons for the fall of the Gallic Empire: What normal person would sign such a strange thing...

If she could go back in time, the first thing Ms. Northumberland would do is find a way to get rid of that foolish emperor...

...

Sigh! It's too late to say anything now. Instead of continuing to think about this problem, it would be better to think about how to kill time...

Thinking of this, Ms. Northumbers sighed heavily. Just as she was about to continue counting the patterns on the ground to pass the time, her ears suddenly perked up.

Ok?

...Was that some strange sound coming from behind? Lady Norsen frowned. It was a sound that seemed far too faint even to the Blood Demon's five senses. And it didn't sound like simple conversation or banging on a table. It was rhythmic, faint, and, judging from the volume, seemed to have varying strengths...