Having served the Empire for half of his life, Ela was decisively sold out. He intended to flee to another country but was nearly beaten to death during his escape before being saved by a dragon-gi...
"Ahem, so today's test is... how should we respond to my plan?"
Iraq asked this question...
...
How should we deal with this?
How should we deal with this?
In a daze, Satan Ye felt as if she were sitting in front of a chessboard, with Ira sitting opposite her. Faced with the chess game, she could only hold the pieces, completely unaware of how to place them.
I have absolutely no idea where to start.
No matter how she thought about it, her own path in the game was completely blocked, and nothing she did would make a difference. But... in a daze, the figure of Ira, who was playing against her, transformed into a small empress who was still looking at the chess manual in a daze.
Ira came up behind her and gently took her hand as she prepared to place her piece.
"..."
The answer is already quite clear.
"I don't know, I can't think of a way to break this plan."
Satan answered so honestly, looking at Ira who was riding alongside her with ease, and said, "So, I will ask Mr. Ira to tell me... I am not asking, but giving my method."
"That is—to ask you."
As Satan Ye said this, he felt that he had found the only answer.
"..."
"Okay, so the answer you gave for the test was 'Ask Iraq'? Don't try to find loopholes..."
Ira smiled helplessly and indulgently. Having learned to ride a horse in a short conversation, he jumped off the horse and, like a knight taking down a princess, extended his hand to Satanye.
At the same time, they gave their own answer.
"Let us, within a century, become a nation that even empires must look up to!"