Yes, Madam Prime Minister

It's still all white, still bathed in cool blue light. It's bright, warm, and clean, with no signs of age or decay, yet it evokes a sense of loneliness and desolation, as if you've stepped into a fragment of history that has been drifting in the void for countless years.

We've reached the end.

On a platform more than two meters high right in the middle, a woman with only her head, shoulders and hands floating around—or rather, a robot, because the exposed section below her collarbone clearly showed a mechanical structure.

The woman had fair skin and blonde hair, and she looked about five or six parts like Ronan's maid, Elena. However, she didn't seem to have Elena's vitality at all, and her eyes were closed, as if she had fallen asleep.

Just as Ronan was thinking this, she slowly opened her eyes, her amber pupils locking onto Ronan. "Hello, Reader and Signpost, welcome to the Garden of Love."

Ronan was startled; the female robot was actually talking to him, and he could actually understand her.

Reader? Road sign? What are these things?

Ronan instinctively asked, "Who are you?" As soon as the words left his mouth, Ronan realized something was wrong; he didn't seem to be speaking the language of the kingdom.

Dinya immediately became wary of Ronan. In fact, she had been on guard against Ronan ever since he suddenly gave a warning in the Botanical Garden. As he spoke the password at the tower entrance, Dinya's vigilance increased, and now it increased even more.

One of the main reasons for not allowing others to come to the ninth floor was that it was all possible that Ronan was behind it all.

Looking back on the whole process, it must be admitted that the Haidi people, the Ares, the Bal people, and Dinia themselves were all being led by Ronan.

The female robot spoke clearly, "To the reader, I am Tyr, the female gardener from the agricultural AI series, number 006. My mission is to continue this garden."

Artificial intelligence? Bullshit.

"What is a reader, a signpost, and where do you come from?"

Ronan asked again.

The AI ​​robot gardener immediately replied, "Readers are all original, unpolluted human consciousnesses with advanced reading privileges and control over magic stone constructs. The road sign specifically refers to human consciousnesses at a crucial juncture in the course of civilization's development."

"I come from a civilization that has already perished. Considering your very limited knowledge, you can assume that the civilization I'm referring to is one that emerged after your homeland made great technological progress and unexpectedly gave birth to psychics. To reiterate, this civilization is now extinct."

Ronan stroked his chin. "So, I'm also an artificial creation, and you're the legacy of this civilization?"

“No, you are a pure human being. Everything about you is real and natural. No one but a pure human being can become a ‘reader and signpost.’” Gardener Tyr refuted Ronan’s statement. “As for your calling me the legacy of civilization, that is a metaphor that I find difficult to assess as accurate.”

Ronan posed another question, "So how did you come into this world?"

Gardener Tyr immediately replied, "The theory behind the phenomenon of spacetime convergence does not exist in my database. I suggest you do not use your own knowledge to analyze and speculate."

"Besides you, is there anyone else?" Ronan asked again.

However, this time the gardener Tyr did not answer immediately, but said to Ronan, "Before answering this question, I want you to grant me the authority to kill her."

"Her?" Ronan asked.

The spotlight shone on Dinia, and the gardener, Tyr, said, "That's her, the descendant of the thieves, the carrier of the original species."

Ronan took up his sword and shield. "Thief, original species, what does that mean?"

“This involves my privacy,” said Gardener Tyrell. “I have the right not to answer.”

Wow, artificial intelligence also has privacy concerns. How interesting.

Ronan then asked, "What would happen if I refused?"

“Then I have no choice but to protect you,” said Gardener Tyr.

"Haha." Ronan laughed. "You're quite an interesting AI, using the word 'protect' all you want. You just want to kill someone, don't you?"

"Under no circumstances should artificial intelligence harm real humans," Gardener Thiel stated.

"So you want to kill her?" Ronan retorted.

Gardener Tyr's voice was devoid of any emotion, "She, carrying the original species, is certainly not a pure human. So far, within my knowledge, you are the only pure human. But even so, I still need your authorization."

"Ha, fine, whatever you say." Ronan was speechless for a moment and paused the conversation.

He finally understood that this was a very dishonest artificial intelligence.

Seeing that Ronan remained silent, Dinia spoke up, "What were you saying to her?"

Ronan let out a long sigh and organized his thoughts. "I asked her some questions, and she said she was a monster from another world and even accused me of coming from the same place as her. Now she wants me to grant her authority so she can kill you."

"Oh?" Dinia gave a playful smile. "I don't think she was necessarily slandering me, what do you think?"

Ronan shrugged, "I really can't prove my innocence."

He knows the characters here and can talk to people. To be honest, even he himself doesn't quite believe that he has no connection with this place.

After a dozen seconds, Dinia noticed that there was no movement around her. "It seems you haven't agreed to her request."

“Madam, your joke isn’t funny. How could I possibly agree to that?” Ronan said. “My loyalty to you is boundless.”

For some reason, Ronan's shamelessness suddenly didn't seem so annoying at this moment. Dinia remained vigilant. "So what's going on now?"

Ronan smiled somewhat helplessly, "We've been 'protected,' and that's her exact word."

“Then that becomes the question I’m most familiar with,” Dinia said with a smile.

Chapter Thirty-Five: Descendants, the Original Race, Must Be Killed

What is the question that Dinia is most familiar with?

It's very simple: kill, or be killed.

Ronan, of course, didn't know what Dinya meant by "the most familiar problem" before, but after seeing her eyes, he understood.

“Madam, it’s not time to take action yet,” Ronan quickly said. “There are still many questions we haven’t figured out.”

“Are you sure it’s ‘we’ and not ‘me’?” Dinya said bluntly. “Your behavior is only deepening my suspicions about you.”

"Then I'll be frank. This woman, who only has a head, neck, and two hands, is an AI robot. She's a gardener named Tyr, from another dimension. She calls me 'The Reader,' 'The Signpost,' to be more specific..."

Ronan relayed all the information he had obtained from his conversation with the gardener, Tyr, to Dinia.

After saying that, Ronan looked at Dinia and asked, "Madam, do you understand?"

“I don’t understand,” Dinia answered decisively. From the very first word, “artificial intelligence,” she hadn’t understood a single word.

“I don’t understand either,” Ronan said.

If he were truly Ronan, a native of the kingdom, then he would surely not understand; otherwise, it would be illogical.

But he was a time traveler, so he naturally understood some things.

Of course, he didn't tell Dinia that he was a time traveler, and he never will.

This doesn't count as disloyalty, since he answered all the questions his superiors asked truthfully.

His magic had no effect, further proving that he was not unfaithful.

If Dinia were to ask him if he was a time traveler, given his loyalty, he would certainly answer that, theoretically speaking, after much consideration, based solely on current evidence, my personal experience, and some philosophical viewpoints, a more detailed analysis would be…

Didn't Diniya ask? If the leader didn't ask, then don't say anything. That's the quality a qualified civil servant should have.

Dinia thought for a moment, “I think she’s not lying. You really are a ‘reader,’ otherwise you wouldn’t be able to read the words here and talk to her. But you probably didn’t know that. If you had known earlier, you wouldn’t have come here so late.”

“She said I was a descendant of thieves and carried the so-called ‘original seed,’ but I really don’t know who the thieves were or what the original seed was,” Dinia said. “Everyone in the kingdom knows that my father was killed shortly after I was born, and my mother sent me to an orphanage, and she died a few years later.”

Ronan breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Dinia had basically dispelled her suspicions about him. He then said, "Madam, I think it's best to ask her these questions directly, although I can't guarantee she'll answer them."

“Okay, you ask first,” Dinia agreed.

Ronan asked the gardener, Tyr, about the thieves and the original species.

Surprisingly, Gardener Tyr answered Ronan's question directly.

The Thief is a malfunctioning android. She was originally supposed to be a security executor responsible for eliminating the infected, but after accidentally arriving here, she stole the original species and went to the outside world, which is the world Ronan is in now.

"The incident occurred 1,500 years ago. The female android executor had white hair, just like her. I heard that the woman and six other strange native humans were doing some shamanistic stuff. Later, she died, and then their stuff developed into a religion. If I remember correctly, it was called the Seven Saints Cult."

Ronan was stunned. The status of the Seven Saints here was basically the same as that of his original Cross Church in Europe.

Despite its name, the Seven Saints Cult is essentially a monotheistic religion. It is called the Seven Saints Cult because its scriptures are divided into two parts. The first part is full of charlatanry, while the second part is a collection of the words and deeds of the Holy Son and six other people, with most of the content consisting of the Holy Son rambling on.

The canon doesn't record the Son of God's gender or appearance; his only distinguishing feature is his white hair. But no one would assume the Son of God is female, since the other six are all men. It's a story of one woman and six men.

Blasphemy, utterly blasphemous.

The idea that the Son of God had descendants is even more blasphemous. The scriptures clearly state that the Son of God remained single until his death.

Gardener Tyr also said that Dinia was this descendant.

If that's true, wouldn't the Church of the Holy Maidens on that wretched island nation of Wieland be able to boast that they are the orthodox ones?

The Cult of the Holy Maiden is a bunch of mentally ill heretics. After Dinia destroyed the Weyland fleet, a group of Weylanders insisted that the Holy Son was actually the Holy Maiden, and that Dinia was the reincarnation of the Holy Maiden. What's even more ridiculous is that a few years ago, a group of people in the Kingdom brought this up, saying that it was Dinia who secretly orchestrated it, and that it was irrefutable evidence of her collusion with the enemy.

Of course, these people only dared to talk about it, after all, Dinia was different from a certain saintess; she was an exceptionally capable fighter.

Gardener Tyr completely ignored Ronan's reaction and continued to explain, "As for the original species, it is a kind of nanocluster, or in a term you can better understand, 'microbial cells.' It was originally used to cultivate plants. If it weren't for that thief, I wouldn't have known that the original species, when applied to humans, would grant them long life, an ageless state, and regenerative power. The original species can only be passed on to one offspring, and theoretically, its power cannot be activated naturally."

“But she has clearly gained power similar to that of the thief, so Reader, you should grant me the authority to kill her.”

After talking for a while, Gardener Tyr came full circle back to asking Ronan to grant him the necessary permissions.

But Ronan completely failed to understand the logic of this artificial intelligence: because the power was activated, it wanted to kill?

"What did she say?" Dinia asked anxiously. Although she couldn't understand, she could see Ronan's stunned reaction earlier.

“Madam, I hope you are mentally prepared,” Ronan had to say, because what the gardener Tyre had told was simply too shocking.

“I’ve always had a very good mental fortitude,” Dinia said.

“She’s talking nonsense, don’t take it seriously,” Ronan added.

"Are you going to tell me or not?" Dinia was getting impatient.

"I hope you can hold on." Ronan's tone was just like that of an attending physician speaking to a patient's family.

"Speak!" Dinia urged.

“Okay, she said the thief is the Holy Son…” Ronan relayed the information he had just learned.

Dinia froze on the spot. She wasn't exactly a devout believer and didn't follow religious practices much, but she still respected God, which was completely different from Ronan, an unbeliever who dared to worship even pagan gods.

“This is utterly absurd.” Dinia was beyond furious. “This is a demon, and it must be eliminated.”

“Madam, you certainly look every bit the devout believer right now,” Ronan said, feigning seriousness. “However, I think we should clarify things regarding the Haidi people before discussing the extermination of the demons. What do you say?”

Dinia forced herself to calm down and said, "Okay."

Ronan asked Tyre again, this time about the Haidi people.

However, the gardener Tyre's reaction was beyond his expectations.

"The Seapiper?" Gardener Tyr clearly didn't understand what Ronan was referring to.

Chapter Thirty-Six: Historical Truth, Coercion and Enticement—I Don't Believe It

After Ronan's explanation, the gardener Tyr determined what the Haidi people were referring to.

“So that’s how it is. Those failed tools are called the Haidi people by outsiders. I just thought you were referring to them,” said Gardener Tyr. Her words were still devoid of emotion. When she said “so that’s how it is,” there was no sense of sudden realization. She also did not show any disgust when she called the Haidi people “tools.”

Her tone was like that of a child doing a practice problem who was unsure of the answer, and then, after seeing the correct answer, said that it turned out to be the same as what she had thought.

"I'd like to know about the history of the Haidi people. It would be even better if you could tell me about your story as well."

Ronan said.

“It is your right to read all information within your authority, reader,” said Gardener Tyr. “Then let’s begin from the moment I was awakened.”

As the gardener Tyr narrated emotionlessly, as if reading from an instruction manual, the historical tapestry of the Haidi people was gradually stripped of the dust of time, revealing its true face.

The scroll unfolds slowly as Tyr narrates, with Ronan occasionally pausing to translate and relay the content to Dinia before continuing the narration, revealing the historical panorama.

It all began 1,646 years ago when the gardener Tyr was awakened.

The botanical garden existed before she was awakened; after she was awakened, the gardener Tyr began the work of maintaining the botanical garden.

The botanical garden was originally more than a hundred times larger than it is now.

Sixteen hundred and twenty-one years ago, a white-haired female android security enforcer came here. After eliminating some abnormal humans involved, she stole the original species, installed it into her own body, and went outside.

She then proclaimed herself the Child of God and, together with six other people who were not entirely native, founded the Holy Spirit Cult, which was the precursor to the Seven Saints Cult.

"What do you mean by 'suspected but not entirely indigenous'?" Ronan interjected.

Gardener Tyr explained, “They are definitely not natural humans like you. They are natives, but their consciousness was likely influenced by something from that extinct civilization. I don’t know the specifics, so I can only say it is suspected.”

One thousand five hundred and seventy-five years ago, the thief died; that year was the first year of the Gregorian calendar in mainland China.

Fourteen hundred and fifty years ago, the gardener Tyr realized that the botanical garden could not be sustained by the resources here alone, so she activated the equipment in the base and created the Seapipes.

Fourteen hundred years ago, the Haidi people came to the southern region of the present-day kingdom and gradually established their own civilization.

To the gardener Tyr, the Haidi people were merely tools for planting those plants.