Yes, Madam Prime Minister

As for Elena's magic, it's definitely not Destiny, because if it were Destiny, he, with his second-tier Destiny, should be able to sense it.

After thinking for a moment, Ronan quickly asked with concern, "Elena, you didn't go to sacrifice yourself, did you?"

Sacrifice involves losing a part of one's body and having it replaced, a process that is extremely painful. However, this is only temporary. The real side effect of sacrifice is that it will compress some desires and amplify others, an effect that will last a lifetime.

To be honest, even Agustina, that arsonist, is considered normal.

“No, I swore an oath to the heavens,” Elena replied.

The Heavenly Oath Magic, one of the three great magics, requires mastering the seven basics and then swearing an oath to a "god." Of course, not just any god will do; it has to be a god with real power.

The ability to swear an oath to heaven thus became the standard for judging whether a god was genuine.

The Heavenly Oath is a very troublesome thing. When making the oath, you have to undergo a mental test, and only after passing the test will the oath appear in your consciousness.

The Seven Saints Cult has so many followers, partly because its basic education is excellent, almost unique before the rise of magic academies.

Secondly, because many people have undergone the spiritual trial, various strategies have been summarized, making it relatively easier to pass. Of course, the Seven Saints Church will not admit this; they will only say that it is because their faith is in the only true God who loves all mankind, and that the other elements are highly questionable, perhaps even demons disguised as gods.

The spiritual trial is just the beginning. The oath that follows is not up to you to decide, but is given to you by God in divine revelation. You can choose not to accept it, but generally, people who make a divine oath will grit their teeth and accept it, no matter how harsh the oath is.

After all, if you don't accept it, wouldn't that be solid evidence that you don't respect the God you believe in? Although it's not common to barbecue live people anymore, if you don't accept it, your life is basically over.

The Heavenly Oath has one more problem: each time you advance, you have to add another oath.

As for the consequences of breaking the oath, there's no need to elaborate.

"Are you 'alienated' or 'divine magic'?" Ronan asked again.

"Alienation" is similar to the male butler in the previous case, where physical abilities are enhanced and some special changes occur.

Ronan basically understood "divine magic" as superpowers, and the rather strange kind at that.

“I am 'Divine Magic',” Elena replied. “By the way, young master, my oath…”

Elena was about to tell Ronan what her vow was when Ronan immediately interrupted her, "A proper mage, don't you know that the most important thing about a divine vow is that you can't let others know your vow? Also, don't tell us the specifics of your divine magic."

"But……"

“Even I am the same,” Ronan said very seriously.

Elena looked dejected. She wanted to tell Ronan that her vow was to "serve her master," but Ronan wouldn't let her say it.

“Alright, go to sleep,” Ronan said. As soon as he finished speaking, Elena’s long legs in black stockings stretched out and her toes brushed against his lower abdomen.

"I bet you've never died before!" Ronan roared, lunging forward...

Chapter Fifty-Three: The Origin, the Heavenly Oath, and the Bloodline

More than an hour later, Ronan stood on the bed, holding Elena's long, slightly curly blonde hair in his hands as she tied it into a ponytail. Elena was kneeling on the bed in a duck-sitting position, constantly swallowing and spitting out.

Suddenly, Ronan's huge penis swelled up in Elena's mouth. Ronan intended to push Elena away, but Elena held on tightly to him, refusing to let go. Then, a stream of turbid fluid shot into Elena's throat.

Elena pushed Ronan away, coughing until her face turned red.

"Haha, you idiot, you choked, didn't you?" Ronan teased.

Elena wiped the residue from her mouth and chin with her hand and muttered, "I heard that men can only leak a little bit the second time, how was I supposed to know it would be like this?"

Ronan sat down and hugged Elena from behind, gently caressing her as he said, "That's someone else, not me. Anyway, don't do that anymore."

"No, if you don't give it to me, I'm going to eat it," Elena insisted.

“I’m scared of you,” Ronan said helplessly. “I never thought I’d be doing this kind of thing with that crybaby from back then.”

For some reason, Ronan suddenly remembered his first meeting with Elena.

Nine years ago, the turmoil in Wright City had just subsided, and Ronan had only recently awakened his destiny magic. After negotiating with the Heidi people alone, on his way home, a brat with messy blond hair, tattered clothes, and a foul odor blocked his way. The brat was holding a harpoon he'd picked up from somewhere and pointed it at Ronan. "You delicate, pampered young nobleman, hand over your money, or I'll slash your pretty face."

Then Ronan knocked the brat to the ground and took him home.

This little brat is Elena, who smuggled herself in.

Elena leaned on Ronan's shoulder. "I'm different. From that day on, I've been waiting for this day, always."

"By the way, how did you become a proper mage?" Ronan asked. He had wanted to ask this earlier, but he was too engrossed in the conversation and forgot.

Elena suddenly looked embarrassed. "Because of that anklet."

“You…” Ronan was shocked.

Because he was busy dealing with various matters, Ronan had no time to study the anklet and could only leave it at home. To prevent anyone from accidentally touching it while cleaning the room, Ronan specifically entrusted it to Elena for safekeeping and repeatedly instructed her not to open the box, put it in the cabinet, and not even touch it.

“I always kept it by my bedside. I would wake up several times every night to check if it was still there. Ten days ago, the box opened by itself in the morning. After it opened, I didn’t dare to go near it. I was going to find a box to cover it and then immediately go and call you over. But suddenly the anklet flew onto my foot and put on by itself. I tried to pull it off, but when I did, it burrowed into my flesh and disappeared. Strangely, I didn’t feel anything when it burrowed into my flesh.”

Elena recounted what happened.

"Why didn't you say so earlier?" Ronan asked.

Elena explained with a wronged expression, "I was going to say that, but after I went in, I suddenly felt my magic power become very strong, and I had a feeling that I could control it precisely. After trying it out, I found that I had already mastered the seven basic spells, and then I ran to the altar of the Moon Goddess to make a heavenly oath."

Ronan looked surprised. "Wait, wasn't that statue a gift your relative bought from the secondhand market?"

A divine oath cannot be performed by simply finding any idol. Ronan was not clear on the specifics, but in any case, most churches in the Seven Churches could not perform divine oaths.

The Seven Holy Churches don't have many idols that can be used for divine oaths, and there are even fewer miscellaneous gods like Elena and her group who believe in the goddess of the moon.

Ronan remembered very clearly the origin of the dilapidated statue of the Moon Goddess in the courtyard, which looked to be missing several pieces.

After Elena ran away, several of her relatives lost their jobs, so Ronan asked Elena to give them some money. Later, Elena brought the statue back, saying it was a gift from her relatives that they had bought from a secondhand market. Ronan never took it seriously.

"Young Master, I'm sorry, I've been lying to you for so long. That statue is the real statue of the Moon Goddess," Elena said apologetically.

"Then why should they give it to you?" Ronan asked.

“They say I am a descendant of the moon goddess,” Elena replied.

"If I remember correctly, the leader of your clan must be a descendant of the Moon Goddess. So, rounding up, I've slept with a princess?"

Elena gave Ronan a slightly annoyed tug. "Young master, don't joke around. I'm just a minor branch of a branch. Besides, what's so special about our little tribe?"

Ronan smiled and asked, "By the way, how did they determine that you are a descendant of the goddess?"

“Young Master, look me in the eyes,” Elena said.

Ronan stared intently into Elena's eyes, and suddenly, her light brown, sea-blue pupils turned into a slightly golden amber color.

Ronan had only ever seen this amber color in the eyes of one person—no, a robot—and that was Gardener Tyr.

Could the Moon Goddess be connected to the Gardener Tyr? Impossible, the Gardener Tyr has never left that botanical garden.

But the anklet didn't merge with anyone else; instead, it merged with Elena. This seemed to be irrefutable proof that the gardener Tyr was related to the moon goddess.

“This is proof that only those of the Moon Goddess’s bloodline can do this,” Elena replied, only to find Ronan in a daze. “Young Master, are you alright?”

"I'm fine." Ronan waved his hand. "By the way, after the anklet was integrated into your body, have there been any changes?"

“I haven’t changed much myself, it’s just…” Elena didn’t know how to explain, so she simply stood aside, took off her clothes and stockings, and said, “Activate.”

Instantly, a halo rose from her feet all the way to the top of her head. When the halo disappeared, she was wearing an extra layer of clothes and shoes.

The outfit consisted of shiny black high boots that perfectly hugged the shape of her feet and legs, black tights that shimmered softly, and super-fitting white shorts that looked like they were coated with a layer of material. Connected to the shorts was a white bodysuit with long sleeves and gloves that were also attached together. Her head was completely covered by a white helmet with red goggles over her eyes.

The person was in a completely enclosed state, but could breathe freely and even speak normally.

“That’s it,” Elena said.

“Ha, so it’s a pair,” Ronan said. “Start it.”

The bracelet opened its halo, and in an instant, Ronan was also covered by a layer of armor. Unlike Elena, he did not have pantyhose and boots, and his upper body was black while his lower body was white.

"Young Master, do you still have such a thing?" Elena asked.

“These are the two we found,” Ronan replied.

Hearing that there was nothing else, Elena excitedly rushed over and hugged Ronan. "I knew it! Young Master and I are destined to be together." Elena's helmet rubbed against Ronan's helmet. Although Ronan couldn't see her face, he could tell from her voice that his little maid was absolutely ecstatic.

"Alright, stop rubbing against it." Ronan pushed Elena's helmet aside. "Let's test the performance of your armor."

Chapter Fifty-Four: Mystery, Provocation, Invitation

The test results were as Ronan had predicted. The full-body armor created by Elena's anklet was only different in appearance from his bracelet; its performance was essentially the same.

First, there is a dual enhancement of one's physical abilities and total magical power.

Then there is extremely strong physical defense.

With the conventional weapons of this world, flintlock muskets and bronze cannons are completely incapable of penetrating this thing's defenses.

Of course, even with this layer of armor, an ordinary person would probably be killed by a single shot. However, for a true mage like Ronan, whose body cannot be judged by human standards, firearms and cannons can no longer harm him.

But the most powerful aspect of this thing isn't that, but its magical defense. Ronan's "Sword of Sincerity," which possesses piercing magic, can't penetrate this armor at all.

Similarly, Elena's magic could not penetrate this armor.

Elena's magic is the "divine art" of "Heavenly Oath," which has the effects of healing the body, restoring mana, strengthening strength, increasing agility, enhancing perception, and consuming very little mana.

It truly lives up to its reputation as the most peculiar and unreasonable "divine art" among all magics; it is ridiculously powerful.

However, there is still a huge limitation: Elena's divine magic can only be used on Ronan; it cannot be used on anyone else, including herself.

It's estimated that Elena will be able to cast this spell on others once she reaches the second tier.

Fortunately, the advancement of the Heavenly Oath's rank is relatively normal. By continuously fulfilling one's oath and reaching a certain level of magic power, a new oath will inevitably appear, and as long as one accepts it, one will be promoted.

Unlike destiny, which, once one's magical power reaches a certain level, only grants them the qualification to turn a new page in their destiny, still requires a catalyst. This catalyst may not arrive immediately; some people have even waited eight or ten years for it to come.

From the perspective of mage advancement alone, Ronan can be said to be extremely lucky, because just when he met the requirements, a turning point in his life appeared, allowing him to become a second-tier mage.

But on a larger scale, it's hard to say whether this is good luck or not.

The next day, Ronan and Elena returned to Wright City, with Elena in charge of driving the small fishing boat.

Ronan, however, was lost in thought.

"The armor is a product of a civilization in another time and space, yet it can defend against magic. There would be no bulletproof vests without bullets, and similarly, there would be no armor that defends against magic without magic. The connection between the civilization in another time and space and the world I am in now is by no means limited to Gardener Tyr."

"Furthermore, more than a thousand years ago, this world only had records of ritual magic. Heavenly oath magic only came into existence after the Seven Saints Church was founded. There is reason to suspect that heavenly oath magic is related to otherworldly civilizations. However, it is not only the Seven Saints Church that can make heavenly oaths; other religions can also do so."

"Speaking of which, this world itself is quite strange."

"At first glance, the geographical pattern and the distribution of countries resemble continental Europe, but upon closer inspection, they are completely different."

Ronan's own kingdom of Fas has a very French feel, Venaia is very Italian, Wieland is just a copy of England, and the Empire is just like the Holy Roman Empire.

But looking at the map, only the Vena peninsula somewhat resembles a boot; the rest are quite different. The coast of Weyland is too far from Phos, and it's not three islands, plus the shape is wrong. The Empire is actually larger than the Holy Roman Empire, and Phos is larger than France.

The western continent of this world is like something someone who knows nothing about Europe and only remembers a sentence from high school geography class that "the territory of Italy is shaped like a boot" has concocted based on their general impressions and wild guesses.

"The more you think about it, the more questions arise."

Ronan chose to give up thinking.

At Blackfish Harbor, Ronan was still anchoring when Elena jumped onto the pier and threw herself to Alice, who was waiting on the shore.

Elena giggled as soon as she saw Alice, "Alice, I did that with the young master."

Alice remained expressionless. "What does this have to do with me?"

Elena clicked her tongue and grabbed Alice's small wrist with one hand. "What do you mean no? Young Master Ronan's thing is as thick as your wrist, and it's super powerful. With your small frame, you'd probably stick out your tongue and roll your eyes right there, hahaha."

She ran so fast just to say these words to Alice.

Alice naturally has lower sclera and vertical eyebrows, giving her an unapproachable air. Now, with her eyes narrowed, her disdain was written all over her face. "Shameless golden-haired barbarian, don't compare me to you."

Elena was displeased. "Hey, the young master not only provides you with food and drink and lets you study, but also teaches you so many things. Don't you know how to be grateful?"

“If he wants it, he only needs to say one word, and I’ll strip naked and lie down without even flinching, but I won’t be like you,” Alice said.

Ronan walked over at that moment. "Hey, what are you talking about?"

“I’d say you’re a scoundrel,” Alice replied coldly.

"Haha, another naughty day for my little Alice." Ronan chuckled, then adopted a serious expression. "How are things going with the Seapipers?"

“It’s arranged as you wished,” Alice replied, “but it has certainly attracted attention.”

“It’s alright,” Ronan said.

This was an open conspiracy. It didn't matter to the other mayors or secretaries that he had contacted the Haidi people to cause trouble. After all, Ronan held the white jar that preserved the seeds, and the Haidi people only listened to him. What others said was irrelevant.

"Then I'll take my leave." Before she finished speaking, Alice had already turned around and left.

"Can't this guy be a little nicer to the young master?" Elena muttered.

"That's exactly what makes her so adorable. Ugh, back to work. How annoying." Ronan sighed, but his eyes were filled with excitement. This was the first time he'd played such a fun game as an election since he transmigrated. How could he not be excited? Judging by the time, the person in question should be back in a few days.

At the same time, a thousand miles away, in the capital, at the residence of the Second Princess.