Huh? Are they all real?...

Ansa did stop, but only for a moment, before speaking again:

"Then I'll only ask you one question: why are you so willing to entrust even the Southern Territory to her?"

Even though he himself wasn't handed over to the Southern Territory!

I don't even have it myself!!!

Ah, she's jealous!

Moen finally realized what was happening.

He rubbed Ansha's head with a mixture of helplessness and amusement.

“Ansa, I did die twenty years ago.”

This answer almost broke Ansa's heart; the great queen was so stunned she could barely stand.

Fortunately, Moen was right beside her, right in front of her.

She knew that her most treasured possession was still there.

So she quickly regained her balance.

"What do you mean?"

"In that situation, if I hadn't died, none of this would have ended. So I died, I really died."

"But I can't say anything more specific, not because I'm unwilling to, nor because I don't trust you, Ansa."

"I trust you completely; you're my best student."

"That's because I don't know it myself."

Moen only intended to say this much about the company and the game; he didn't know how to explain anything more.

I also feel that if I were to speak out, something unexpected might happen.

There is no reason for this, but it is so deeply ingrained in Moen's mind.

Seeing Moen like this, Ansa nodded slightly in understanding.

"So, who exactly is that girl?"

Why are you here again?

Moen said with a laugh:

“Ansha, let me continue. At that time, I had to die, and the Southern Territory did not give you a chance to let everything develop as it has for the past twenty years. That would have been the best outcome at that time.”

Actually, in the beginning, if I didn't want to do a grand opera, there were indeed other ways to solve the problem.

But once he had chosen this path, when it was time to take his final bow, Moen had no other choice.

At that time, the best solution was that he died.

Everything that has happened over the past twenty years is the best possible outcome of that choice.

“And El, she is my family. She grew up with me and has been with me for almost my entire life, so she is my family.”

"Ansha, I value her just as much as I value you!"

Moen looked intently into Ansa's eyes.

Under Moen's gaze, Ansa's cheeks flushed slightly.

That's great, it's family!

And you value her as much as you value me?!

That's great!

Ansa lowered her head involuntarily; she was a little afraid to look at Moen.

My cheeks are burning hot.

"Finally, neither then nor now, the Southern Territory is ready to be handed over to you. El is my family, and I am the master of the Southern Territory. Since she is my family, she can naturally inherit the Southern Territory."

"Although she is not my blood relative, this is reasonable and legal."

"So she's your sister, teacher?"

Who's older, Aier or me?!

This question caused Moen to fall into a brief silence.

Because he grew up in a relief home at the People's Federation, we really don't know how old he is.

But considering that she had been taking care of Aier, that crybaby.

Moen shook his head and chuckled:

“My sister, she is my sister. I’ve worried myself sick taking care of her since she was little. She cried so much when she was a child.”

It was also in order to take care of this crybaby that she unknowingly left a flaw that only she could discover.

It's actually my younger sister?!

Fortunately, I didn't go too far, and I even helped deal with all the problems, but I'll have to find a chance to ease the tension later.

The Empress silently made arrangements for what followed.

I was really overthinking things back then. I actually thought that girl was the teacher's lover over there, and that they were so close that they could rule the Southern Territory like mistresses.

Now it's clear, she was just the teacher's sister.

As a family member of the teacher, the teacher's sister certainly has legitimate right to rule!

Ansa had no doubt that her teacher was lying to her.

Because she could clearly see that when the teacher mentioned his new little sister, his eyes only showed helpless affection for his naughty sister.

That was definitely not love or anything else.

That was just pure family affection.

But that's great, she was actually family with the teacher from the very beginning.

Meanwhile, in Qazadoom at the same time.

After finishing her sundae and getting back to work, Air sneezed several times in a row.

This even caused the guardian knights outside the door to come in:

"Your Excellency, would you like us to send someone to take a look at this for you?"

Aier touched her nose in surprise. Strange, she thought, "I'm perfectly healthy!"

What's wrong with me, and why am I getting more and more irritable?

Unable to figure out the reason, Er could only wave his hand and say:

"It's nothing, the room was probably just too stuffy."

“I understand, Your Majesty. So, is it necessary to adjust the climate in Qazadoom?”

"No need, just give me a few more sundaes. Wait, regulate the climate of Kazadoom? Can you even do that?"

Aier was completely stunned when she suddenly realized what was happening.

Is it possible for things to be this exaggerated here?

She didn't doubt that this place could change the climate of a city; she was just surprised that such a thing could happen because of the will of one person.

"Of course, Your Majesty, if you wish."

Al once again experienced what it meant to be a high-ranking person in the extraordinary world.

"No, no need, just give me a few sundaes."

"I understand, Your Excellency, but is it really not necessary?"

Seeing the guardian knights' questions, Er couldn't help but ask one too:

"Are there any rooms available? It's really too much to adjust the climate of an entire city just for one person."

"Of course there is, but Your Excellency, you are the master of the Southern Territory, not just a Qazadoom, not the entire Southern Territory. You don't need to do this, do you?"

Just a Qazadoom?!

Al was once again shocked by the worldview here.

"Just give me a room to use."

I must manage the Southern Territory well, and show Moen how capable and hardworking I am.

We can't be so extravagant!

'Aier, that's amazing! You've managed to govern the Southern Territory so well!'

Thinking about what Moen would look like then, Aier laughed again.

Of course, this is before the new official document is sent.

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And in that manor in the capital of Baratheon.

After explaining El, Moen then addressed Ansa:

“Aier is just my family. What’s really important right now is what you should do, Ansa.”

Sensing the teacher's helplessness and tactful criticism, Ansha lowered her head even further.

"I just want to know how to treat that girl."

"After all, I haven't seen you, teacher, for the past twenty years, but she seems to be right beside you, and you love her so much."

If Ansa is like this, what about the other goddesses?

Moen looked up at the night sky again; thankfully, it wasn't a double-month day.

So what do you think we should do about this?

Ansa finally began to seriously consider what was truly important.

After a brief moment of thought, Ansa shook her head regretfully and said:

"Teacher, to be honest, the outlook is not good. Although I control this country, the southern border is also under your control."

“But since you have already killed Grand Duke Constance, he must know a lot of things.”

"In addition, he has level zero sealed artifacts in his possession and the assistance of the Pure White Dynasty."

At this point, Ansa suddenly looked at Moen with utmost seriousness and said:

"Teacher, please promise me something."

"what?"

"I hope that when the time comes to make a choice, you will abandon me and surrender directly to Emperor Doyle. With your status and abilities, he will definitely accept you."

Compared to everything else, the only person Ansa has ever truly valued has always been her teacher.

Therefore, after clearly understanding the strengths and weaknesses of oneself and the enemy.

Ansa said it directly.

After a brief moment of surprise, Moen vigorously ruffled Ansa's hair and said:

"Ansha, I will never give up on you. In fact, we have a great advantage."

Ansa lowered her head and smiled:

"Teacher, I naturally believe in your abilities, but I have already lost you once, and I dare not do it again."

Moen paused for a moment, then firmly pressed down on Ansa's shoulders, forcing her to look at him, and said to her earnestly, word by word:

"Ansha, you can't afford to lose me again, and I can't afford to lose you again!"

"So, absolutely do not do anything stupid, okay? You should know how torture that is."

This time, it was Ansa's turn to remain silent.

That was indeed a terrible thing. She knew it all too well.

"And please believe that no matter what situation I'm in, I have the ability to turn things around!"

Yes, even within the Human Alliance, Moen actually possesses a trump card that allows him to turn the tide anytime, anywhere.