Miss Wang Weina, even your cousin won't do!

However, this solution that Vine was willing to call efficient is obviously no longer usable, because the council has been dissolved and the reorganization plan is still in the process of being developed (referring to the creation of folders), and Vine no longer has these scapegoats to command.

But this kind of slacking-off philosophy of life is obviously not something that can be said to a vibrant young queen like Vina.

Wayne patted her shoulder solemnly, encouraging her:

"With great power comes great responsibility. I was just as busy back then. You'll get used to it eventually. Keep going, Vina, I believe in you!"

Vina puffed out her cheeks in grievance, but the dissatisfaction in her eyes had subsided considerably. She sighed, turned around, and walked back behind her desk.

At that moment, Wayne suddenly remembered something, took a step forward, stood in front of the desk, picked up the red box on the desk in front of Vina, and flipped the box over with a snap.

He opened the box, picked up the document that was originally at the bottom but was now the first one, glanced at it briefly, and showed an expression of "I knew it," before handing it to Vina.

"From now on, you only need to focus on the documents at the bottom of the box; the things on top are all unimportant."

Wayne raised a finger and explained to Vina's puzzled look:

"The ministers of the various departments that submit reports to you each have their own sphere of authority. For them, the primary task is to maintain their own power, and only secondarily, to be loyal to the royal family. What they hate most is someone who knows nothing but is of a higher rank than them interfering in their sphere of authority. This person is most often the head of the majority party in parliament, that is, your direct prime minister, and less often, a member of the royal family. But given that parliament is currently dissolved and you are handling government affairs personally, this little trick has been used against you."

"A little trick?" Vina blinked, as if she had thought of something, and exclaimed in sudden realization, "You mean, those guys deliberately put financial statements and budgets—application forms that are far more important than building a public toilet in a deserted suburb—at the very bottom of the box?!"

Wayne smiled and nodded.

Vina clenched her fist in anger and slammed it down on the thick stack of documents with a loud thud.

Wayne stepped forward and patted her on the back:

"Calm down, calm down. You're just starting to learn these things, so it's normal that there are many things you don't understand. At times like these, you need an experienced person to teach you."

Vina nodded sullenly, then looked up at Wayne and said:

"Brother, are you going to teach me?"

Wayne waved his hand. He didn't want to. He had finally escaped the hectic life of official duties and hurried living, and he was going to hand over the mess to... no, to return the affairs of state to the rightful Queen Vina. He didn't want to get involved in this mess again.

"It's not me, but I've found you a very suitable teacher!"

"She is very gentle and kind, treating people with the warmth and kindness of a mother. She is also very knowledgeable and adept at handling political affairs. She can handle situations hundreds of times more troublesome than this perfectly. She has always been diligent and hardworking, and she knows all about these little tricks and schemes. With her guidance, you will definitely become an excellent queen!"

As Wayne described it, the kind face of a virtuous, wise, and always gently smiling learned old man immediately came to mind.

My brother is so kind. Knowing that I'm a beginner and it's tough for me, he not only came over to help me with all the work, but also found me a tutor!

Vina looked at Wayne, her eyes sparkling. Seeing his opportunity, Wayne naturally asked:

"If you agree, I'll invite her to come to Victoria?"

Vina nodded happily, without the slightest hesitation, eager to see the mentor that Wayne had mentioned.

“I agree, of course I agree! Brother, please let her come quickly. Is she a foreigner? If transportation is inconvenient, I can send a plane to pick her up.”

Wayne waved his hand: "No need, no need. It's good that you can figure it out, but..."

Wayne paused, then looked at Vina with some concern:

“You are the queen now, and you may be arrogant, but when other people come, if you say you don’t like her, you will regret it and want me to kick her out.”

Vina glanced at Wayne with disdain, thinking to herself, "Is this the kind of petty image you have of your sister?"

With a wave of her hand, she patted her chest and touched people's hearts, guaranteeing:

"Don't worry, good medicine tastes bitter but is good for the disease, and honest advice is unpleasant to the ear but beneficial to conduct (Vina was still angry after not understanding Wayne's Yan language in front of the restaurant last time, and is now learning some proverbs). I understand this principle, and I will never regret it in order to become a qualified queen!"

“Absolutely not?” Wayne’s lips curled into a wild smile as he confirmed.

“Absolutely not!” Vina assured, tilting her chin up.

“Then I’ll invite her.” Wayne nodded, patted Vina’s shoulder solemnly, and gave her a thumbs-up. “She won’t arrive for a few more days. I’ll come and help you with these things in the next few days. Good luck, Vina!”

“Yes!” Vina nodded firmly in response.

........

After a while, Wayne pushed open the door to the Queen's office, noticed Broca staring in disbelief, chuckled, and raised an eyebrow.

See? I, Wayne, always keep my word and do what I say!

Plans are in order!

Goodbye for the second update, Miss [Goodnight] (double update!)

Victoria, Iron Palace, Wayne's bedroom. 11:00 p.m.

After taking a shower, Wayne lay on the soft bed, picked up a book from the bookshelf embedded in the wall beside him, laid it open on his lap, and then took out his phone and placed it in the center of the book.

You think Wayne is hiding the fact that he's using his phone? That's a very simplistic view. You might not believe it, but Aslan can multitask, meaning Wayne can read a book while chatting on his phone at the same time.

So, do you not believe me?

It's nothing, Wayne himself doesn't believe it either. In fact, he just wanted to play on his phone before going to sleep, chat with his silly online friends and classmates, but for some reason, Vina would sometimes unexpectedly push open the door and check the dorm late at night. Last time, Wayne was caught red-handed by Vina because he was chatting late into the night and didn't go to sleep, and he got a good lecture on physiological health.

I don't know where the idea that poor sleep damages the kidneys came from.

Left with no other option, Wayne had to settle for second best, pulling out a book as cover. If Vina were to conduct another surprise room raid, at least he would have time to react, close the book, put it back on the shelf, and then calmly go to sleep. This was a flawless scheme Wayne could execute in his previous life with only a human body, let alone now, as Aslan, whose reaction time and hearing had greatly improved. He was guaranteed that Vina wouldn't notice the slightest flaw!

After getting ready, Wayne opened his phone, intending to send a goodnight message to Miss "Goodnight" as usual. However, after checking the time, he figured that a girl like her was probably already asleep by now, given the importance of beauty sleep. Hesitating for a moment, Wayne decided against sending the message.

But just as Wayne was about to switch to the classmate group to greet Old Chen, whom he hadn't seen for several days, and thank her for diligently sending him her class notes every day, Miss Goodnight's bunny avatar twitched.

Goodnight: Mr. Bruce, are you there?

[Goodnight]: It's so late, are you already asleep? It's my oversight...

[Goodnight]: Since that's the case, I apologize for bothering you. Please reply when you wake up and see this message.

Wayne was startled. He looked up to confirm that it was indeed past eleven o'clock before looking down at the chat history in front of him, his feelings somewhat complicated.

Goodnight. So, every time you said you were asleep, you were just in a different place and didn't actually sleep at all?

You lied to me, I'm so sad!

Just kidding, Wayne isn't that fragile. Besides, Wayne is a habitual offender who keeps saying he's "sleeping" but actually just going to do other things. In the end, they're just online friends with good relationships, not family members in real life. There's no need for them to report their entire daily routine to Wayne.

This "Goodnight" could mean the person is genuinely sleepy, has something to take care of at home, or simply doesn't want to talk to you anymore. But whatever the reason, if they end the conversation with "Goodnight," then you should respond with a "Goodnight" in a tactful way. You can assume they're really asleep, just like Wayne always thought that the "Goodnight" lady, whose true identity is completely unknown, must be a beautiful young woman!

While wondering why Miss [Goodnight] was suddenly messaging him so late, Wayne replied, "Yes, what happened?"

...........

Kazdel, the Black Palace of Sarkaz, Theresa's Chambers.

Inside the Western-style princess bed, surrounded by gauze curtains, a phone with a cute case emits a steady light, illuminating Theresa's doll-like delicate face, her snow-white shoulders and beautiful collarbones exposed by her pajamas in the pitch black.

Pressing the send button, Theresa quietly sent the carefully edited message to the most familiar stranger in the world.

Although she guessed that Mr. Bruce was probably asleep by now, for some reason, she couldn't help but look at the chat box with her violin playing selfie as the background, hoping for a reply from Mr. Bruce.

Because she knew that such opportunities would become increasingly rare.

Later that afternoon, her brother Therese received a reply from the Lateran contact: the Prince of Wales of Victoria, the last remaining lion of the Aslan family, had accepted Lateran's marriage proposal and was ready to welcome her and meet her.

Soon, she would be setting off for an unknown land, to meet people she had never met before. Even for the sake of the safety of her homeland, she had to do everything in her power to facilitate this political marriage. Political marriages rarely lead to happiness, but Theresa had no choice. If she had to choose between her personal happiness and the peace and tranquility of countless others, she would undoubtedly choose the latter!

She truly embodied the spirit of being the first to worry about the world's troubles and the last to enjoy its pleasures.

At that time, whether considering her role as a wife or as a queen and princess, she would have to shoulder the responsibility and sever ties with everything from the past, including her girlish innocence, her longing for happiness, her vision for the future, and of course, her relationship with Mr. Bruce, whom she had never met but who was already a close friend.

Mr. Bruce is a remarkable person. His perspective on this land differs from anyone Theresa knows. He doesn't discriminate against the Sarkaz, nor does he despise the Infected. He doesn't look down on civilians, and often speaks like an ordinary citizen. Yet, his extensive knowledge and unique insights constantly highlight his extraordinary status.

He loved telling stories, and through his tales, Theresa seemed to see another world—a world without Originium, without natural disasters, without infected people suffering from terminal illnesses and brutality, without even lofty gods and arrogant monarchies. People lived in an equal and happy nation, enjoying mythical products called "compulsory education" and "social healthcare." They didn't worry about food or drink, or about war; they could frolic in the wilderness, sail the seas, and even travel to mysterious worlds beyond the skies to explore the mysteries of the universe. They were so happy, it was as if...

It's like living in a fairy tale.

Mr. Bruce would surely become a great children's author, for he seemed to have truly lived in a fairytale world. Theresa thought this more than once. And whenever she encountered difficulties in life, witnessed tragedies beyond her control, or felt sorrow for the cruelty suffered by the earth, Theresa could find solace and redemption in Mr. Bruce's light and humorous tone. It seemed only he could understand her desires, offer her encouragement and praise, and speak to her as an equal.

Although they had never met, he seemed to have become a haven for her seeking peace.

Therefore, when it was time to bid farewell to everything from the past, Theresa's first thought was of Mr. Bruce. She was afraid, afraid that when she abandoned everything related to the girl Theresa and became a proper Demon King, she wouldn't be able to sever this precious bond.

We are destined to be of different social statuses in this life, and thus unable to truly know, understand, and love each other. So please allow me to say goodbye here.

The phone vibrated slightly, bringing Theresa back to her senses. She looked at the background image of Mr. Bruce's portrait, which appeared to be his hand-drawn five-pointed star flag. Theresa bit her lip, her finger hovering in mid-air for a full minute.

In the end, she clicked on it anyway.

[Bruce]: I'm here. What happened?

[Goodnight]: Mr. Bruce, I'm sorry, but due to some very important things in real life... this account will likely no longer be used.

There was a long silence on the other side. Theresa bit her lip harder and harder, and faint traces of blood began to seep out.

Finally, Mr. Bruce from the other side of the world responded.

[Bruce]: Well, all the best, [Goodnight] Miss. May you sleep peacefully every day from now on.

Theresa stared blankly at the message before her. It was her nightly goodnight wish for Mr. Bruce, but she never expected it to be sent back to her today.

The farewell came rather swiftly, as if the grand resolutions just made had all vanished. It seemed that dear Mr. Bruce wasn't particularly saddened by her departure. They were merely passersby, never having had the chance to be together. So, he returned to himself, untouched, his blessings for her.

A slight lump formed in her throat. Theresa reached out, pressed the message, and saved it as a screenshot.

Then, she turned off her phone, turned over, pulled the blanket over her head, and softly said, "Goodnight."

.............

Victoria, Iron Palace, Wayne's bedroom.

The blond boy scratched his head, looked at the now-grayed-out bunny avatar of "Goodnight," sighed helplessly, and deleted the message he hadn't yet sent: "What happened in real life? Can you tell me? Maybe I can help."

[Goodnight] Miss has always been unwilling to reveal any personal information about herself to him. Wayne felt that even if he sent this message, he would probably only receive a rebuke in return.

What's more, she's already offline.

"What kind of nonsense is this? Sending messages late at night just to break up with someone?"

With a sigh, Wayne pursed his lips and said with a helpless expression:

I wish you all the best. Good night.

After all, they were just online friends. Although Wayne considered themselves very good friends, it seemed that Miss "Goodnight" didn't think so. A casual farewell was followed by her profile picture turning off and selecting offline.

In real life, Wayne would guarantee he wouldn't let Miss "Goodnight" escape his grasp! Want to break off the friendship? Don't even think about it until he explains himself. What problem in real life can't he solve?

But the internet is still the internet. While the subtle sense of distance creates opportunities for equal communication, it also naturally severs the connection between the two. It was only then that Wayne realized he hadn't forgotten to leave Miss "Goodnight" her phone number.

It seems that this netizen has indeed lost contact.