Yes, Madam Prime Minister

Yes, Madam Prime Minister. (Author: Radio Wave 02)

Synopsis:

Years later, when Elena heard Ronan call out "Yes, Madam Prime Minister" to Lady Dinia from outside the door, she couldn't help but mutter, "Damn it, how did the country become like this?" She then recalled that sunny afternoon when she, at eighteen, had witnessed the fateful first meeting between the two.

Chapter One: Magic, Loyalty, and the Female Mayor

Years later, when Elena heard Ronan call out "Yes, Madam Prime Minister" to Lady Dinia from outside the door, she recalled that sunny afternoon when she, at eighteen, had witnessed the fateful first meeting between the two.

In the afternoon of 1582, Elena, carrying her maid's long skirt, rushed to the back garden, but she did not see young Ronan, who was accustomed to reading in the garden at this time.

There was only one open book on the table, the pointed tip of the leaf bookmark pointing to a sentence: "The great engineer Sir Rossi believed that the musket he created would completely dispel the dark cloud of magic that had shrouded the world for a thousand years. However, the birth of this musket became the beginning of magic once again dominating the world..."

Elena glanced at the book, sensed something, and quickly ran to the altar, where she met Ronan.

“Great Moon Goddess, what have I, Ronan Artes, done wrong that you would take the beloved Mayor Winston away from me?”

The exceptionally handsome young man, Ronan, knelt before a statue of a goddess, wailing in a mournful manner.

Elena, a tall and elegant blonde maid with blue eyes, walked slowly over and asked in surprise, "Young master, when did you become a follower of the moon goddess?"

"just now."

Ronan looked at the statue of the goddess and answered devoutly, as if he were saying not "just now," but "since birth."

"Mayor Winston is dead?"

"The blonde maid asked."

Ronan stood up. "He's not dead, he's been transferred."

After a while, Ronan sat down at the dining table in the garden.

The blonde maid placed tea and refreshments on the table. "Isn't that a good thing? Young master, you often say that dogs may not be human, but Winston is a real dog. Even a dog chained up in the city hall is better than him."

Mayor Winston the Dog-Tetherer – few people know that this nickname was actually given to him by Ronan.

“My dear maid, have you forgotten that the mayor of Wright City is appointed? If there were elections, we would have elected a dog long ago. Of course, Mr. Winston is a good man.”

Ronan said.

Why is Winston considered a good person? It all started ten years ago when Ronan had just arrived in this world. A group of strangers were watching him, and dust was billowing in the distance, accompanied by deafening shouts of battle.

who am I?Where am i?

In this state of confusion, Ronan picked up his sword and shield, spotted the seemingly weaker opponent, and shouted, "Charge with me!"

Ronan only found out later that he had attacked his own people. However, by then he was already a young hero in Wright City, a righteous man who set things right, and a pragmatic representative of the nobility.

After the victory, Ronan activated the magic of destiny, named "Shield of Loyalty" and "Sword of Sincerity," which together mean "Loyalty! Sincerity!"

This is a world where magic exists but everyone is equal; in addition to basic magic, everyone can only master one type of magic.

Of course, there are always people who are more equal, so most people never fully master basic magic in their lifetime, while Ronan learned all the basic magic at the age of fifteen.

Beyond basic magic are three major types of magic, one of which is "Fate Magic," which Ronan initiated and takes into account personal struggle and the course of history.

After years of exploration, Ronan has basically figured out his magic. First, the magic will lock onto a superior, and second, one must be loyal to that superior.

The "Sword of Sincerity" is a magical sword that can be freely wielded; the more loyal one is, the more powerful one becomes.

"The Shield of Loyalty" is a magical shield that continuously recharges itself by fulfilling promises, becoming increasingly powerful against counterattacks.

If violated, one's own magic power and magical strength will stagnate or even regress.

Mayor Winston, who took office five years ago, was particularly fond of stirring up trouble, but as an incompetent person, he could only spout nonsense that was hard to understand and then delegate tasks to his subordinates. So Ronan's maneuvering was enough to smooth things over.

Over the course of five years, Ronan, as Mayor Winston's right-hand man, had become accustomed to a three-way repetition.

First, he'd say, "Yes, Mr. Mayor." Then he'd go and "translate" the mayor's "surprise" for the people below him, and then get the job done. Finally, a meeting would be held to report the results, and at the end, Mayor Winston would say, "Very good, excellent. Everyone should learn more from Mr. Ronan."

It's not just loyalty, it's absolute loyalty.

For the past five years, everyone thought Ronan had it tough, being the secretary to such a mayor and yet his hairline hadn't receded. Only Ronan knew how awesome it was. For the past five years, he had been the real mayor of Wright City, serving him loyally while frantically improving his magic. In these five years, his Destiny Magic had been constantly progressing, and he was almost entering the second chapter of Destiny.

But now, our beloved Mayor Winston is leaving in ten days. Will the new mayor be a rare talent like him, who can help Ronan improve his magic without making things too difficult for him?

Impossible. He's already heard the news. The new mayor is a young female magician. Young, magician, female—that image is already clear.

Young people are mostly very bold, magicians are generally good at "micromanagement", and women love to write diaries. How difficult must such a person be to serve?

Ronan was such a noble person; for him, suffering a little grievance was a trivial matter.

Is it important that magic progress is harder to complete? Is it important? Is it important?

His frustration was not due to himself, of course; he couldn't bear to see Wright City's prosperity destroyed.

Back in the garden.

As the blonde maid Elena poured tea for Ronan, she asked, "Is the new mayor a female magician? Is she beautiful?"

Ronan took a sip of black tea. "What she looks like doesn't matter. What matters is that at the welcoming banquet, we must let her experience the 'warmth' of Wright City."

As Ronan's maid for nine years, Elena knew that what her young master meant by "enthusiasm" was that everyone was especially happy the day before the banquet, and when they were happy, they ate too much, which caused diarrhea, and then they couldn't attend. At that time, the banquet would only be filled with "top hats".

"Really? That's a bit surprising."

Suddenly, a woman's voice came from over.

Ronan and Elena both looked toward the source of the sound.

Long white braids, ruby-like eyes, a sculpted and flawless nose, and rosy lips that are not at all vulgar or tacky. Underneath a black hooded robe, only a small section of her legs covered in black stockings is visible, and on her feet are a pair of golden brown leather single-buckle monk shoes.

This person is...

Ronan immediately stood up and bowed, "Greetings, Your Excellency 'Crimson Sea'."

Dinia, with her white hair and red eyes, stood motionless, arms crossed. "Hmm?"

Ronan changed his address, "Hello, esteemed Madam Mayor."

At this moment, Dinia extended her right hand and said, "Hello, Mr. Artes."

Ronan smiled slightly and shook hands with the other person.

To everyone's surprise, it was her—the continent's number one female magician and the kingdom's hero, Dinya Egis.

According to legend, eight years ago, at the age of eighteen, she went to the battlefield for the first time and turned three enemy capital ships, along with their generals and soldiers, into a pile of mushrooms. Countless "mushrooms" exploded on the spot, staining the sea red, and the name "Crimson Sea" has been known throughout the continent ever since.

"Mr. Artes, do you have any maid's clothes here?" Dinia suddenly asked.

"!"

Chapter Two: Spinach, Dreams, and Public Instruments

"I'll disguise myself as your maid and we'll go to Blackfish Harbor."

Dinia stated her purpose in a flat tone.

"Yes, Madam Mayor."

Ronan agreed without the slightest hesitation.

Dinia was satisfied. Although her advisor Yvette said that this man was not simple, she herself felt that Ronan was a good person. Although some of his actions were on the edge of the law, his intentions were not bad, and he did not embezzle or accept bribes.

Elena, the head servant, was completely stunned. Was the young master not worried at all?

She was aware that the prosperity of Black Fish Harbour, as reported in the official documents, was attributed to the former mayor's leadership in developing tourism among the minority "Haidi people," which successfully addressed poverty among ethnic minorities.

But that's not actually the case at all. Ronan used the autonomous privileges that the kingdom had granted to the Haidi people as compensation, and merchants from Wright City raised funds to build a batch of "fishing boats" to rent to the Haidi people. The Haidi people held games on the fishing boats, and the chips that guests won could be exchanged for tourist souvenirs. The souvenirs could be pawned at the pawn shop in the port for a very good price.

This is why tourism in Blackfish Harbor, Wright City, has become so popular.

This new female mayor is the kind of powerful woman who can stop a child from crying, not some dog-leaving mayor like Winston. She's heading straight for Blackfish Harbor; I'm afraid…

All we can do is silently pray that the moon goddess will bless young Ronan.

"Elena, take the mayor to change her clothes."

Ronan gave instructions to his maid.

There's no point in worrying.

As a mature civil servant, it's impossible to say "no" to one's superiors. Besides, his destiny has already been set on this female mayor.

It can only be said that fate, that damned thing, really does not only take into account one's own efforts, but also the course of history. Today, he has been swept up by the course of history.

Besides, the mayor said she wanted to go with him disguised as his maid.

If she really wanted to investigate something secretly, she shouldn't have come to Ronan. She should have gone undercover with her trusted advisors and confidants. Why bring Ronan along? She wasn't trying to find out about Blackfish Harbor; she was trying to find out about Ronan, and not secretly, but openly. In fact, the fact that she arrived at Ronan's back garden so easily suggests that she had already investigated Blackfish Harbor.

What kind of foundation does Ronan have? He's loyal on the left, honest on the right, and can be touched however he wants.

If that's the case, what's there to worry about?

The maid Elena led Dinia away. Ronan watched them leave, a smile appearing on his face. His thought was simple: "No rush, let's play around with her for a bit."

Elena brought over a maid outfit, a pair of black knitted ribbed stockings, and leather boots from the maid's room. After handing them to Dinia, she left the room and went outside.

The roads in Blackfish Harbor were wet and muddy, so leather boots were necessary. Elena was tall, 175 cm, while Dinia was less than 170 cm. Her shoes would definitely be too big for her. If they were too big, her feet would slip inside the shoes if she wore only stockings. Wearing a pair of knitted cotton socks would solve the problem.

After a while, Elena asked from outside the door, "Madam, does the dress fit?"

"It's alright, the bust is a little tight." Dinya's voice came from inside the room.

Elena's eyelids twitched upon hearing this. With her large bust size, how could anyone wear her clothes and find them tight? The number one female mage on the continent? More like a cow.

A moment later, Dinia came out, and Elena realized that the mayor, who had looked thin in her burqa, was actually a bit too big for her in her maid outfit.

After bowing to Dinia, Elena turned and left to call Ronan over.

By this time, Ronan had changed his clothes and was wearing a top hat.

On the way, Ronan asked Elena to apologize to the fisheries commissioner of Wright City, saying that he had urgent business and would not be attending the banquet that evening.

"Remember to only tell him this. If he asks you something, say you don't know," Ronan specifically instructed.

“Understood, young master.” Elena nodded.

Then, Ronan led Dinia, who was dressed as a maid, toward the back door.

“Your house is in the city center, right on the street, where there are lots of people and they know you well. We’ll go out through the side wall,” Dinia said.

“Yes, Madam Mayor,” Ronan replied.

The two arrived at the wall, and Dinia waved her hand. Mushroom steps quickly grew from the ground. Dinia stepped onto the wall and looked down at Ronan. "Go up. These mushrooms are very stable."

Ronan didn't dare to look up. After taking a step, a scene suddenly flashed through Dinia's mind: "Have we met before?"

"Seven years ago at the investiture ceremony, you were on top, and I was below," Ronan replied, just as he had been then.

Dinia flicked her finger, and the red mushroom rapidly expanded, sending Ronan directly onto the wall.

The two came outside.

Ronan led the way, choosing a route with few pedestrians, but one person still recognized him and bowed to him in respect.

“In Wright City, Mr. Artes is more respected than rumored,” Dinia whispered.

Ronan humbly stated, "It is entirely because of the mayor's wise decisions that ordinary people like me are respected by kind citizens. I believe that in the future, there will be more people like that gentleman."

Dinia immediately saw the shadow of those people in Ronan's tone, and she began to dislike him. "Why don't you just say you're a lowly public servant?"

The moment she said those words, she regretted it. Before coming, she had confidently told Yvette that she could remain restrained and aloof throughout.

Ronan chuckled lightly, "Ha, I'm too young to deserve such praise."

He thought to himself, "That's more like it. This is what young people should be like. What kind of young person isn't impetuous?"

For the rest of the journey, Dinia remained silent.

Finally, they were almost at Blackfish Harbor. The roads were not wet or muddy at all; on the contrary, they were very clean and smooth, exceeding Dinia's expectations.

Not to mention her, an outsider, even the maid Elena, who didn't like going out, didn't know that this was all thanks to the New Life Movement that Ronan had personally overseen not long ago, although the initial intention was to generate revenue for the city hall through fines.

Although the houses in the fishing village are densely distributed and of varying heights, their white walls and blue roofs create a unified aesthetic rather than a chaotic scene, making it impossible to associate them with the name "Black Fish Harbor."

This was of course Ronan's doing. He knew very well that relying on that kind of disguised spinach couldn't last long; they needed to develop something unique to ensure sustainable development.

“Madam Mayor, would you like to go up to a higher place for a better view?” Ronan asked.

The two reached a high vantage point, where the blue and white fishing port town blended seamlessly with the azure bay. Ronan seized the opportunity to make a suggestion: "The renovation project of Blackfish Harbor was only recently completed, and the renaming was just put on the agenda when the former mayor received a transfer order, and it has been shelved until now."

Ronan brought her here so that the new mayor could bestow a name upon her.