What are they thinking?
Isabella was dumbfounded, looking utterly lost. She was undoubtedly one of the few who had voted in the earlier polls, and said, "Sir Isabella probably can't win, right? Won't he die?"
In other words... Isabella doesn't want Ira to do anything more.
"Perhaps? But it's Iraq's own decision."
As he spoke, Yuther ate the hamburger in his hand. He took a serious bite and chewed very carefully... He had never eaten fast food before, but he had heard Ira mention it many times.
To be honest, the taste wasn't great, but... I could definitely understand why it's called "fast food."
“Ira was already very angry. You and I both know how dedicated he is to his dream... Everyone respects Ira’s own ideas, and everyone is furious. When you see the empire destroyed, don’t you want revenge?”
As he said this, Uther pushed another hamburger on the table toward his daughter... He had secretly brought his daughter out for fast food today.
Interestingly, Iglein, like many federal mothers, felt that fast food was unhealthy.
“I am indeed angry, but I don’t care about revenge; I only care about whether Iraq will be alright…”
Isabella spoke, looking worried, and hesitated as she picked up the food. She said softly, "But I respect Ira's opinion... but is he confident of winning?"
The answer to this question is obvious.
"Obviously not."
Favignon, carrying a tray of food, naturally interrupted the conversation between the father and daughter, followed by Levelis, whose features still clearly showed traces of a silver dragon.
Favigenio sat down at the table next to the two, while Levelis smiled apologetically at Isabella and Yousser before sitting down as well... It seemed that the four of them hadn't arranged to meet beforehand.
We just happened to run into each other.
"If Iraq were even half sure, he wouldn't have asked us that question... Hahaha!"
Faviginio seemed to know Ira very well. He spread his hands and smiled, saying, "He probably won't notify everyone like that. He'll just tell a few people, 'I'm going to kill the World Tree Beast. It will take some time.'"
It must be said that Favignon's imitation of Iraq's tone is quite accurate.
"..."
Isabella remained silent, realizing that Ira was indeed that kind of person... In other words, even Ira herself wasn't confident in dealing with such a powerful World Tree Beast.
Or perhaps, Iraq didn't even consider... whether he could win.
"But...can Iraq really win?"
The rational Isabella couldn't help but ask this question, sighing in distress, while Uther was equally uncertain... He could only comfort his daughter, shaking his head and saying, "Maybe."
Yes, maybe it's possible, no... it definitely is!
At least that's what Isabella hoped for.
"Yes, that's true... If Minister Ira were to do something, given Ira's consistent style and personality, he would definitely have discovered something, or even have a sure way out."
It sounds like Isabella has a lot of confidence in Ira.
but……
"Hahaha! There should be a backup plan, but whether Iraq is willing to use it is another matter! His style is becoming more and more like mine! Even if he can't win, he'll still fight! That's me for you!"
However, Favigenio's loud laughter attracted the attention of many people in the fast food restaurant, causing Levris to cover her face and pretend she didn't know him.
But Faviginho's words were a bit too much for Yusser and Isabella right now... They shattered their beautiful expectations, but they had to admit it.
Favignon was probably right...Ira really went to fight that [battle with no chance of success].
"Your Highness...you and your daughter don't need to look at me like that, do they?"
As he spoke, Faviginho casually bit into the fried chicken in his hand, his teeth easily tearing the bone and flesh together before swallowing it. Then, while chewing, he mumbled indistinctly, "Russian, fighting only with a hard butt is too boring."
Looking at the calm father and daughter, Faviginho swallowed the fried chicken in his mouth and said confidently, "Whether we can win or not, we have to fight! Whether we just want to fight or we want to hit someone, let's fight!"
These are words very characteristic of his, rough and straightforward, yet they convey a strange sense of truth... Indeed, sometimes, fighting is not about achieving something through some conscious effort.
It could also be to vent anger, to vent frustration, or simply to fight.
...
Perhaps Favignon would be someone who understands very well what Ira is thinking right now... Ira, oh Ira, you were clever all your life, but in the end you still lived like a fool.
But who can say...?
Is it bad for a fool to be so straightforward?
"What an idiot."
Yusser couldn't help but complain, unsure whether he was referring to Ira or Faviginho in front of him, and asked, "Aren't you going to eat with your daughter?"
Yuther was asking about Satan's Leaf, of course.
Favignon knew this too. He nodded casually and reached for the egg tart on the table: "Satanie? She went to fight with Ira."
So that's how it is. Satan Ye has indeed always been Iraq's lackey.
Yuther: "Oh, I see... No wonder I didn't come to eat with you..."
Isabella: "..."
Leiflis: "Shall we go fight?"
"..."
When the three realized what was happening, they all showed expressions of shock, especially Leiflis, who knew that her daughter had left early in the morning, but didn't know exactly where she had gone.
The silver dragon mother almost immediately grabbed Favignon, who was happily munching on an egg tart, and frantically shook his neck, staring at him with a bewildered expression: "What did you say?! Explain yourself!"
Favigenho was clearly stunned, and it took him a while to realize why the three of them were reacting this way.
"Haha, don't worry about it, don't worry about it."
As he spoke, Faviginho smiled and looked at the egg tart that had fallen to the ground with a hint of regret. He said, "That's why I said that when it comes to Iraq, Satan and I are definitely better than the two of you!"
In some inexplicable place, Favignon, brimming with confidence, stood with his hands on his hips and laughed heartily. He wore the proud expression of a father, poking his chest with his thumb—
"As expected, she truly is my daughter!!!"
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