People in Terra, governing a bizarre little country

Both of them work non-stop all year round. Enya is alright. Although she now has to manage the affairs of Manju Academy, preside over various prayer ceremonies, and occasionally take on advertising endorsements for "Saintess Selection" and "Saintess Selection", she at least has Ya'er by her side. As the head maid, Ya'er stays with Enya most of the time and can share a lot of trouble for her.

But things are different in Ernst. The Sherag government is responsible for all the affairs previously handled by the Manju Institute and the three major families. Moreover, after Sherag opened up to the outside world, the trivial matters that the Manju Institute and the three major families used to have to deal with are nothing compared to the various difficulties that the country is currently facing.

There are many things, whether it's diplomacy or economic development, that Ya'er herself doesn't understand. She possesses the power of a giant beast, yet she doesn't even know which direction to direct her efforts. Let alone helping Ernst, sometimes she's even afraid that she might cause Ernst some trouble.

The only thing we can do is occasionally examine the sacred stone near Ernst to protect him from any danger.

He really wanted to ask Ernst when he could take a break, but Ernst always seemed to have something to do, so Ya'er didn't dare to bring it up, lest Ernst think He was an unambitious god.

That's so embarrassing!

So, just like in a college dorm, when all your roommates are playing games, you can play along without feeling uncomfortable at all, and even feel it's perfectly normal. But if one person secretly starts reading a book, the others will probably not be able to sleep well. Soon, the whole dorm will be assimilated and become bookworms.

Ya'er was like that; under Ernst's influence, He began to try to learn. Although He learned only rudimentary knowledge, and could easily reproduce most of the experiments that were extremely complex and demanding for humans without even having to think about or understand them, He still enjoyed it.

There's a sense of fulfillment in not falling behind.

Moreover, this knowledge isn't entirely useless; at least, when He performs miracles, He does so in more varied ways. And when chatting with friends, He has more topics to talk about and brag about.

For example, Sami has recently been learning from her and reforming his centuries-old cipherboard, which lacks innovation. He's upgrading the monotonous cipherboard to a new style with rainbow fonts and "spectacular graffiti" to aid understanding, making it "modern and understandable even to Colombians."

He will place these cipher tablets at the end of the Dongya Mountains, at His "creation," as a warning. Hopefully, this will deter those reckless Colombian explorers from their adventures.

At the very least, make sufficient preparations before embarking on the journey to find the hidden truth of the ice plains.

Having received affirmation from Enya and the head maid of Manju, Ernst's concerns lessened somewhat, and he reminded her: Death

“Sister Enya, I won’t hide it from you. Since it’s a family banquet, I will definitely invite Ensioudis.”

Enya's bright smile froze for a moment, then she gave Ernst a reproachful look:

You might as well have kept it from me.

Clearly, this was news that didn't make her very happy.

Enya knew that Ernst and Ensiodes's relationship wasn't as bad as hers; they had always cooperated. Enya wasn't an unreasonable woman either. Ensiodes's Kalan Trading was now one of the top companies in Kerrig; throughout Kerrig, from Tukarim in the Shivaish territory to the meat processing plant in the Perroch territory, there wasn't a place without Kalan Trading's people.

Whether it's providing technical guidance for factory openings, business support and cooperation, offering export channels for sales, or helping with advertising for domestic sales, Karan Trade takes on the responsibility of being a "leader" in Shelag's business.

Enciodes certainly lived up to his title as "Chairman of the Sherag Chamber of Commerce." He also truly lived up to his ideal of "letting the rich get rich first and then helping the poor get rich later."

While both Enya and Ensiodes are working towards the future of Shelag, their relationship isn't entirely without conflict. In fact, they've collaborated on numerous projects. Ensiodes pays Enya to film promotional videos for Shelag's specialties, endorse one or two types of spring water and cheese fondue, and become Shelag's tourism and cultural ambassador. This has been going on for quite some time.

The only disagreement between them is probably that little emotional misunderstanding.

This issue can be big or small, mainly because Enciodes is stubborn and refuses to apologize, and Enya doesn't see any remorse from Enciodes for his choice back then, which is why it has continued to deteriorate until now.

When Ernst invited her, he also invited Enshiodis, which certainly fit the concept of a "family dinner." After all, they were family, regardless of their positions, status, or pursuits; they all shared the surname Shivaish.

But everyone knows that if Enya goes there, she will inevitably clash with Enshiodis. Even if Ernst doesn't take the initiative to mediate, Enshiodis, the younger sister who has been working hard to repair the family relationship, will definitely step forward and try.

If Enciodes still refuses to apologize, it will inevitably end in another unpleasant situation.

It's true what they say, even an upright official finds it hard to settle family disputes. Because in this situation, you can't say who's completely right and who's completely wrong. After all, people can't measure emotions by a single standard. In some people's eyes, emotions surpass power, money, fame, and everything else; they'd destroy the world for love. But in others' eyes, emotions are merely stepping stones to advancement. The first step to reaching the top is to cut off the lover—you're useless now, I'll find someone else to help me climb higher.

In this situation, it would be foolish to make a hasty judgment. How can outsiders comment on something without objective standards?

Ernst pursed his lips with a hint of helplessness:

"If Sister Enya really doesn't want to, I can drive it myself—"

"No, I didn't say I was unwilling."

Enya placed her hand on Ernst's shoulder, a considerate smile on her face:

"Although I think it might have been better if you hadn't told your sister, she's glad you chose to tell her."

“I won’t make things difficult for you, nor will I let Encia down. You are all my family, including Enciaodis.”

"Since we are family, we should eat together at the family dinner."

"I'll be there on time tonight. But..."

Enya blinked expectantly.

"If someone is still being incredibly tactless and ruining the atmosphere, then when I hit him with the bell, Ernst, you can't stop me."

Ernst couldn't help but laugh, then deliberately straightened his posture, put on a serious expression, and replied:

"I will obey Her Majesty's command!"

After a brief chat, Ernst was about to leave when he heard Ya'er and Enya talking behind him.

Even Ernst had to address her as "Head Maid." Ya'er, whose face wasn't fat at all, asked Enya expectantly:

"Enya, Enya, you'll take me with you then, right?"

Enya was slightly taken aback: "Huh? Hmm?"

Ya'er was immediately struck as if by a heavy blow, and even her voice carried a hint of sorrow:

"Am I not family?"

Ernst gasped.

Holy crap, what a killer question!

He quickly stopped, intending to turn around and speak on Enya's behalf to accept Ya'er's "group membership application," but before he could even move, he heard Enya reply:

"what are you talking about?"

Her voice held a hint of dissatisfaction, and she pouted as she answered matter-of-factly:

"Ya'er is, of course, my family. You've been taking care of me all these years at Manju Courtyard. Do you really think I, the Holy Maiden, am such a heartless and ungrateful person?"

Ya'er was taken aback, then quickly waved her hand: "I didn't."

"Then why are you asking this question? Are you worried that I'll leave you alone at Manju Academy?"

Enya crossed her arms and said, feigning seriousness.

"No, of course I'll take you with me!"

She paused for a moment, then winked playfully:

"Otherwise, when I hit Enciodis, who will help me hold back Encia? Right?"

Ya'er stared into Enya's eyes, paused for a moment, then burst out laughing:

"Yes...yes, Your Majesty!"

Ernst breathed a sigh of relief.

Well done, Enya! Amazing, Saintess!

Chapter 538 Thank you for starring in the Sherag legal education propaganda film

Shelag, evening, Shivaish mansion.

The ancestral home of the Shivaish family, one of the three major families of Sherag, has not been this lively in a long time.

The Matterhorn rolled up his sleeves and personally cooked in the kitchen. Messenger Weiss, dressed in a Victorian waiter's uniform, steadily carried plates through the kitchen with white gloves, passing each dish to the table. Chester, the old butler of the Shivaash family, stood contentedly in a corner, his gaze fixed on the family of four seated at the table. A slight lump formed in his throat; he took out a handkerchief and wiped his eyes.

"Mr. Chester, what's wrong?"

A somewhat unfamiliar voice asked with concern. Chester turned his head to look at the head maid of Manju Courtyard who had accompanied Enya home, and shook his head slightly.

"Oh, it's Miss Ya'er. I'm fine. I'm just very happy."

"It has been a very, very long time since I have seen the four of them together."

Chester tilted his head back, the knot in his chest gradually fading, transforming into endless感慨 (gǎnkǎi, deep feelings of emotion/reflection).

"I watched them grow up little by little."

“Enciodes has always been a very responsible child. No matter what happens, he always says, ‘I’ll go first.’ So, Enya and Encioya had a very good relationship with him back then.”

“Even I didn’t expect Ensiodes to make that decision later. Enya became a saint to alleviate the difficulties faced by the Shivaesh family. Enya didn’t blame him, but I could tell that Enya was very disappointed. She felt that her brother had abandoned his sense of responsibility to his family after going to Victoria. But is that really the case?”

"I think Enciodes just put that sense of responsibility elsewhere."

Chester didn't finish his sentence, but Ya'er understood what he had left unsaid: for example, the survival of the Shivaesh family, and for example, the future of Sherag.

“Enya and Ensiodes are both very stubborn, and the two siblings are very particular. In comparison, the third young master Ernst is the most special one. When the master was still alive, he often praised the third young master to me, praising him for his love of reading, his love of asking him about things other than Sherag, and even occasionally offering suggestions that surprised him.”

"But the third young master was too young at the time, and the master did not want him to get involved in the internal struggles of Shelag too early. He just wanted him to take care of the fourth young lady as the older brother."

Chester took a deep breath and exclaimed in admiration:

"The Third Young Master has indeed fulfilled his promise. The Fourth Miss's lively and cheerful personality today is largely thanks to the Third Young Master."

"They were such a harmonious family back then. It's wonderful that they can be reunited now."

Chester picked up his handkerchief again, pushed up his glasses, wiped his eyes, and gave an embarrassed smile:

"I apologize, I've said a bit too much. I hope Miss Ya'er won't find my rambling annoying."

Ya'er listened intently, then shook her head upon hearing this:

"of course not."

Not to mention being annoyed, He was listening with great interest.

The childhood stories of the Shivaish family were far more captivating than any storybook. If it weren't for the potentially negative impact, He would have loved to use Jeragund's power to lure Chester up the mountain so he could tell Him these stories every day.

It's a pity that it can't be done.

Chester is now not only a butler but also the manager of the Kalan Trade, and taking people away at will makes it seem like he, as a god, is very unreasonable.

Be merciful! The children all praise Him so highly; we can't let our divine image crumble!

However, after hearing Chester's explanation, Albedo gained some clarity on some of her previous doubts.

For example, when Enya came to the banquet, she took out the gift she had brought from the bottom of her bedside table.

The atmosphere in the restaurant was somewhere between lively and indifferent.

Enya and Ensiodes sat on opposite sides of the dining table, with Ernst sitting next to Enya and Ensiodes sitting on the other side.

Encia kept enthusiastically looking for topics to talk about, talking about her experiences on Rhodes Island, the magic of those powerful elite operators, the wheelchair racing competition on Rhodes Island, Amiya, the super popular leader of Rhodes Island who was only fourteen years old, and Dr. Kal'tsit who was carried, carried, lifted, and tucked back every few days.

Ernst listened quietly, occasionally nodding in agreement with Encia's praise of Amiya, and sometimes lost in thought about the description of the Banshee Queen Logos fanning her "Banshee Crown" to accelerate in order to win the wheelchair racing competition.

Enya, on the other hand, was more enthusiastic, asking Enshia about her health, whether she had made any good friends on Rhodes Island, whether she had been bullied, whether she was sleeping well, and whether she had gained weight. Enshia exclaimed, "Sister, you talk like a mother hen!"

Then he received a gaze from Enya.

The quietest person at the table was Enchiodes.

Compared to the three people interacting at the table, he seemed somewhat out of place. He tried several times to speak and initiate a topic or two, but the words just wouldn't come out.

What topics can he talk about?

What was Karan Trading's revenue this month? What was the size of the order they signed with RheinLife? Or did they establish branches in several more foreign cities?

Ernst could understand this topic, but he'd probably start thinking about how to add a tax to trade with Kalan. Encia wouldn't understand; she'd probably offer a weak, feeble compliment like, "Big brother is amazing!" And Enya...

Enshiodis suddenly realized how little he knew about Enya.

He didn't even know if Enya, the saintess of Kalan, could understand such a topic.

However, even if she could understand, she would probably just remain silent. After all, discussing this kind of thing at the dinner table has an element of showing off. If it were about seeking partners, such a display of achievements could increase others' trust in Karan Trade, but doing it at a family dinner makes one somewhat unable to read the room.

Use job titles when you're at work, but don't talk about work after get off work!

Let everyone take a break.

Ernst had been observing Enciodes's situation and noticed his hesitant expression. Ernst sighed softly and spoke first: "Participate..."

"Brother, didn't you say you had prepared a belated Harvest Festival gift for us? Where is it? Let me see it."

Ernst smiled and joked, "Hiss."

"You must have made a lot of money this year, so you'd better show some sincerity, or I'll definitely take it back from somewhere else when we get back!"

Ensiodes was slightly taken aback, glanced gratefully at Ernst, then stood up. Just as he was about to call out to Weiss, he saw Weiss and Matthon carrying three boxes over, and immediately gave a slightly helpless smile.

Well, so you guys were all prepared a long time ago and couldn't wait, right?

Enciodes picked up the small box on top and handed it to Ernst; it contained a watch. He then placed the largest box next to Encia; inside was a set of the latest mountaineering equipment. Finally, Enciodes picked up the last box, which was neither too big nor too small, pursed his lips, and handed it to Enya.

Enya raised her head and looked at Ensiodes. Ensiodes was silent for a moment before speaking:

"Your Excellency, Happy Harvest Festival."

Ernst hardened his stance, and his fist hardened!

Enya frowned as well, her previously relaxed expression immediately tightening again. She didn't reach out to take the gift, but instead shook her head slightly, saying: