Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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The two seemingly still-living corpses floating in the transparent vessel are Ronan and Alice's son Guts, and Canaan's son Ahriman.

Decades ago, Garcia orchestrated the accident that took the two brothers away from this world forever, transforming himself from a shareholder with no say into the de facto controller of the company.

More than a decade later, on his deathbed, he passed the position to his elderly son Frank, but in reality, he was himself.

He now lives as Frank.

Why do we do this? There are too many to list.

Long-lasting power, immortal youth, immense strength, self-affirmation, and most importantly—the qualification to personally surpass one's father.

Ding-dong! Just then, the doorbell rang through the sound transmission channel.

Garcia wheeled himself out of the room and locked the door, then took the elevator to the study on the first floor, beckoning the maid outside to open the door. The visitor was a middle-aged man named Dumas with light blond hair and somewhat dark skin.

He was a director of the company and also Frank's confidant. The two were talking in the study when the maid stepped outside and closed the door.

Dumas, holding his daughter's letter, placed it on the small coffee table and began to recount the whole story.

This letter was naturally sent by his youngest daughter, Louise.

“Frank, this man who suddenly appeared and is impersonating Ronan could be a problem,” Dumas said.

Garcia picked up the cigar, lit it himself, and said, "It's not a fake, it's the real thing."

Dumas, whose expression had been relatively calm, suddenly changed his expression. "What?" "Nothing to be surprised about. He's not dead, which is normal, isn't it? As for the plan, it doesn't matter. It was a plan that wouldn't have mattered even if it failed. You don't need to worry about it anymore. I'll handle it." Garcia said, taking a puff of his cigar and continuing, "Actually, this kind of accident isn't bad for us. It's just the right time to lure Ronan over. Although he's outdated, there's still a lot we can dig out of him, and he himself is the best material."

"This..." Dumas wasn't surprised that Frank was certain Ronan was genuine, but rather that he never expected Frank would actually prepare to deal with Ronan.

Moreover, judging from Frank's expression, he had been planning this for a long time and had been waiting for it.

Garcia's eyes narrowed. "You think I can't handle this old fogey?"

"I... I just didn't expect you to have such a big plan," Dumas said, somewhat stammering.

As someone who had followed Frank for decades, Dumas had no idea that Frank was planning to take down Ronan until Frank said those words.

Garcia stubbed out his cigar, which he had only taken two puffs of. "You don't need to worry about what happens next. If you succeed, you'll profit; if you fail, it's none of your business. That's enough for you to know."

Frank said he could reap the benefits without any repercussions, but Dumas didn't take it seriously and immediately humbled himself, saying, "If there's anything you need from me, just let me know."

“Then go and talk to our collaborator and advise him not to act rashly,” Garcia said.

"Persuade?" Dumas asked.

"It's just advice. If he really wants to do something, you don't need to pay attention," Garcia explained carefully, then added, "By the way, you still need to reply to his letter."

Dumas was momentarily at a loss for words. As someone who had been through similar experiences, he could tell from his daughter's letter that she harbored a peculiar mix of feelings and trepidation towards the real Ronan that Frank had mentioned. How should he reply? Should he warn her, offer advice, or remain silent?

Garcia seemed to see right through the thoughts of the man who had followed him for years. "I said, it doesn't matter. Even if you condone or support your daughter, that's fine too."

After a moment's thought, Dumas got up to retrieve the letter and then took his leave.

Watching Dumas's departing figure, Garcia snorted coldly. His follower would probably be plotting his escape route as soon as he got back, but it didn't matter. At this point, he no longer needed their support.

Garcia looked at the entrance to the underground passage on the floor and thought, "I'm enough for one person."

Just one day later, in Wieland, Liz's father, Rector, also received a letter from his daughter.

Although his daughter kept mentioning a woman named Lavana throughout the letter, Rector saw through the scheme. It was clear that there was someone behind this Lavana, but his daughter made no mention of it in the letter.

But it doesn't matter, Rector is sure someone will come to tell him what's going on soon.

Liz never imagined that her father actually knew Louise's father, and that they were friends for many years.

When Rector met Dumas in the square, he took the letter Dumas handed him. Midway through reading it, he couldn't help but chuckle, though it lasted only a very short moment. After finishing reading it, Rector told Dumas that he had decided to go to Tehran himself.

"Don't worry, I won't do anything unnecessary," Rector assured Dumas. "I can't challenge the pinnacle of the last era."

Dumas looked at the pigeons in the square. "I wish you would do something unnecessary."

As a friend, Rector keenly grasped the deeper meaning behind the other person's words: "Your idea is dangerous."

Dumas looked at the pigeons in the sky. "Betrayal often happens not when you feel the other person can no longer benefit you, but when you feel you are no longer useful to them. He has hidden too much; even his so-called plan may just be a lie to you and me. No one but himself knows what he really wants to do."

Chapter 1173 The Head Instructor Feels Indignant for Her, Different Replies

It was another Saturday morning, and every trainee in the training camp was full of energy because once the training course ended, it would be a day off.

Only Lavana, Liz, and Louise seemed rather listless.

Liz and Louise were both waiting for their fathers' replies, their hearts heavy with worry, unsure of what they would receive.

Ravana wanted to help the two girls, who were ten years younger than her, but she had no idea how to do it, since she was still unable to overcome the barrier between them.

"You three, you haven't been doing well these past few days," a voice suddenly said from nearby.

The three then realized that their head instructor, Freshta, was already in front of them.

Freishta is a very special person.

What makes her special is that she received respect and recognition from the trainees in the training camp, including Lavana, Liz, and Louise.

Even if what a person of high rank says makes no sense, there will always be people who genuinely believe that there is some truth to it. On the other hand, even if what a person of low rank says makes sense, it is difficult for them to gain the affirmation of others, let alone the respect.

Freishta is an exception.

With her solid theoretical foundation and her simple yet humorous way of explaining things, she won the approval of the group of students who initially mostly looked down on her.

She was incredibly strict during class, rigorously supervising and doing her best to help everyone complete the training. Outside of class, she could chat with the students and get along well with them, which earned her the students' genuine respect.

When they learned that she had been chosen as the first test subject in that model, many trainees directly expressed that her mother had gone too far, saying that even if one is selfless, one should not treat one's daughter like that.

If that weren't the case, how could Chief Instructor Freshta be permanently stuck at the second tier?

"I only regret that I was born a few decades too late. If I had been by your side back then, I would have eloped with you."

"You? Ms. Mushir could crush you into ashes with a single finger."

"I think you just want to live off a woman."

"fart!"

This is a conversation between several boys during class not long ago.

Not only the boys liked her, but the girls also liked Freishta—an independent, intelligent, serious yet humorous, and optimistic woman. "Our completion rate should be fine, right, Instructor?" Louise asked, sounding slightly nervous.

Of course there is no problem.

Those training courses were meaningless to the three of them, as they were all artificial superhumans who almost never experienced mental problems. "It's not a problem with the training courses," Freishta said. "I just felt that you were a bit emotional and absent-minded, so I wanted to ask if something was wrong. I'm much older than you, and I've been through a lot of things, especially when it comes to family."

“We have no problems, everything is fine at home,” Liz said stubbornly.

“Oh, I was just overthinking it,” Freshta said, not intending to press further. “Anyway, if you run into any trouble, you can come to me. I still have some influence in this country.”

Before leaving, Freishta glanced at Ravana and said, "You too."

At noon, the training session ended, and the trainees left the training camp and returned to their respective residences.

The students mostly rented apartments in one area, and the apartments were generally quite basic, some even quite poor. Their parents were willing to pay high tuition fees, but provided little for living expenses. The reason was simple: for these marginalized, or even illegitimate, children, tuition fees were a worthwhile investment, but living expenses were not. As a result, some students with limited living expenses simply rented substandard apartments to squeeze out money for other expenses.

Lavana, Louise, and Liz didn't have this problem. Lavana stayed with Ronan, Louise was wealthy, and Liz stayed with a friend of her father's. Outside the training camp, most of the other female trainees were with boys, some even more than one. They were all teenagers, and being in a foreign country, some things were perfectly normal.

Only Lavana and the other two were alone.

Many single men looked at Louise and Liz and couldn't help but sigh. It wasn't that no one had tried to get close to the two of them, but unfortunately, they were all directly rejected.

It's not that no one looks at Lavana; she's considered quite good-looking by the average person, and her figure is considered exceptionally good by some.

Back at their lodgings, Louise and Liz both encountered an accident.

They all received a reply.

Logically, it shouldn't be this fast; the letter should arrive in about ten days, and I shouldn't receive a reply for another ten days or so.

Louise couldn't wait to take off her shoes and put on silk and linen slippers. She ran back to her room with the letter in her hand, quickly used a letter opener to cut open the wax seal, took out the letter, and then lay down on the rocking chair. She tucked her light golden hair behind her ears, raised her long legs, stretched them out, crossed them together, and put her heels on the edge of the table in front of her.

Her legs were covered in a thin layer of misty pink stockings, making her long legs look like a layer of silky, light, translucent cream sprinkled on light-colored chocolate.

In his reply, her father first expressed his concern for her.

He then addressed her concerns, explaining that the graft was indeed a living demon, but demons were artificially created and lacked self-awareness. The company developed it for the benefit of humanity, and it was definitely a good thing. As for its connection to breaking limits, Ronan wasn't exaggerating; however, the graft was far from possessing that ability, and under normal circumstances, no one would notice anything unusual about it. Therefore, Louise didn't need to worry.

As for sending her here to study, the main purpose is to broaden her horizons and improve her skills; there's no other intention.

Whether this Ronan is real or not is irrelevant.

"Whether it's fake or not, as long as my daughter likes it, that's all that matters. Even if it's real, it doesn't matter, so many generations have passed. There's no need to feel inferior. Be brave and pursue love, my dear Louise. Youth is meant to be unrestrained."

"You damn old man, you're talking nonsense!" Louise couldn't help but curse when she saw this, but her face was full of smiles.

Ronan is fine, Dad is fine, everything is fine.

The heavy weight that had been pressing on Louise's heart finally lifted.

On the other hand, Liz didn't rush to open the letter like Louise. She quietly walked back to her room and slowly opened the letter.

Sitting in the chair, after opening the letter, she took off her shoes with her left foot and hooked her right foot. Holding the letter in her right hand, she kept pulling and releasing the stockings on her left thigh with her left hand, making a very faint sound.

There was no concern, no explanation, no indication of interest in Ravana, whom she had previously written extensively about in her letters, and no attempt to subtly inquire about the person behind Ravana.

The entire letter can almost be condensed into a very simple phrase, and if I had to add one more sentence, it would be: Don't overthink it.

After reading the letter, Liz tilted her head back and sighed deeply. At her age, she should have been throwing a tantrum, but she had long since become numb to her father's indifference.

Liz was certain she was not safe and that danger lay ahead.

What should she do next? Do nothing, or turn to Ronan?

Chapter 1174 The Story, Touching, You're Responsible for Being Studied

The following day, Sunday evening, in the training camp dormitory.

Louise and Liz, who had just grabbed a quick bite at the cafeteria and returned, sat on the bedside and chair respectively, both looking towards the door, seemingly waiting for someone.

After a while, Ravana returned.

After changing her shoes, she came in, still wearing her usual dark stockings. Today, however, the pair wasn't the usual dark brown; they were slightly thicker black pantyhose with a subtle sheen, but the sheen was gentle and didn't shine under the night lights. The variations in the shade of the black stockings were also very even, like a dreamlike night.

Lavana has thick thighs and not thin calves either, but her thick thighs create an exaggerated waist-to-hip ratio, and her long calves make the muscles in her calves less obvious, so she does not lose her feminine beauty overall, especially when she is covered in stockings, her athleticism is overflowing with sexiness.

Lavana looked like she was injured, and she walked with a slight limp.

The reason was that in the morning, Ronan made her stand on one leg with the other leg pointing upwards in a split, then he held her leg and roughly squeezed it from the side for a long time. When he made her put her leg down, she suddenly cramped up. After that, Ronan gave her an enema with warm milk, then wrapped his huge penis in short stockings and inserted it into her anus, roughly anal-stimulating her for almost an hour. Her buttocks still hurt.

“Ravana,” Liz called to her.

"Hmm?" Lavana was slightly puzzled; they hadn't spoken much for many days.

“Can you tell me exactly how you met Ronan? Don’t tell me those made-up stories,” Liz said.

Louise, who was standing nearby, perked up immediately upon hearing this and waited intently for Lavana's answer.

Lavana didn't know what to say for a moment. She could tell the truth, but that didn't seem quite right.

Liz took a deep breath and slowly said, "Once someone knows a secret they shouldn't know, they can only join in. You understand what I mean."

Ravana tilted her head slightly; to be honest, she didn't quite understand.

"What she means is that you told her the secret, and she knows it. So she has no choice but to join us, or I will silence her." Ronan's voice appeared, followed by his physical appearance.

Upon seeing Ronan, Louise couldn't help but show a delighted expression. She wanted to greet him, but in the end, she kept her composure by wiping the sheets with both hands and remained seated on the bed without making a sound.

Ronan walked up to Ravana, put his arm around her shoulder, and said, "Tell her, start with your own story."

Lavana nodded.

In the past, she wouldn't have been able to talk about her story clearly, let alone explain it to Ronan and the other two. In the nearly one year since meeting Ronan, she has resolved her inner conflicts, let go of the past, and become much more cheerful.

"My birth stemmed from an experiment, an experiment in which the bloodline of demon hunters was mixed into that of humans..."

Ravana began her story from the beginning.

Actually, she didn't know where all of this came from before; she only found out after reading the documents left behind by Luo Chenghao.

The initial goal of the human-demon hybrid was to create a natural superhuman with 100% talent.

The result was a complete failure, creating only enhanced humans whose physical bodies were stronger than ordinary people. These hybrid enhanced humans were even less efficient at training than average.

Lavana was the last experimental subject. Even without supernatural abilities, her physical attributes were comparable to those of a novice mage. Her well-defined but not exaggerated muscles were not the result of training; she would have gained weight even without training. In fact, training would have made her even more physically fit.

"...My adoptive father left just like that, and then..."

Ravana recounts how she married her husband and went to Ross, where she completed her conversion, got a job, had a child, and later her husband became disabled, causing their relationship to deteriorate drastically. She struggled to maintain the family.

Louise couldn't help but feel a lump in her throat.

Liz was also moved.