Chapter 54: The Dominant Female Boss

First of all, Ron had to admit that he was not a person greedy for wealth.

Secondly, a powerhouse at the legendary level was undoubtedly a guiding light on the transcendental path, whom he respected from the bottom of his heart.

Lastly, quietly supporting everyone's dreams was Ron's code of conduct.

"So, that's how the entire mission went?"

Inside the President's office, a dozen pristine white owls were busy flying in and out through the window.

Flapping their wings, they dropped the mission briefs clutched in their beaks straight into the mailboxes resting on the oak desk.

Olivia rested her chin in her hand. Her uniform jacket hung on a coat rack, leaving her in just a taut white shirt.

Her amber eyes closely appraised Ron for a moment, confirming that no one had died during this brief mission.

Good thing no one died, good thing no one died...

The black-haired woman comforted herself silently, terrified that this troublesome fellow Ron would land her in some massive trouble once again.

In the extremely unlikely event that he couldn't solve the problem with Count Yian's eldest son and just blew his head off with a shot instead, she would truly go mad.

Fortunately... all of this was merely her own imagination.

"Madam President, I can only confirm that Count Yian did indeed receive the witch's advance notice letter, but I found no further clues regarding the witch."

Ron conscientiously added the details of the mission, though his gaze kept wandering curiously, chasing the owls flying back and forth around the office.

Olivia gave a gentle nod upon hearing this. Although the young man always managed to bring her many unforgettable surprises, she hadn't expected Ron to stumble upon the witch's flaws so easily right off the bat.

Seeing that the blonde youth was about to elaborate further to demonstrate his hard work and conscientious attitude, Olivia quickly raised a hand to interrupt him.

"Ron, let me see that thing you've got."

The blonde youth hesitated somewhat, saying, "Madam President, is that really appropriate? After all, this is rather personal..."

"Stop talking nonsense and let me take a look!"

Seeing that Ron was about to start spouting nonsense with her again, Olivia's temple twitched. She suddenly stood up, leaning her torso far forward so that her waist formed an exquisite and exaggerated curve.

Her upper body hovered over the young man from a commanding angle, making it slightly difficult for him to catch his breath.

A faint scent of peaches drifted through the air. Through the unbuttoned collar of her white shirt, Ron could clearly make out the crisp, delicate, snow-white curves of Madam President's silhouette.

Unlike the feeling Elina gave off—which was like a deep pool of water that wanted to drown him—Ron felt that the Madam President before him was more like a flame; she mercilessly scorched everything around her, yet she carefully radiated warmth and light at the same time.

Noticing Olivia's pretty, fox-like eyes fixed unblinkingly upon him, Ron could only carefully fish out from his bosom the canned container said to be worth over a hundred thousand, which allegedly sealed within it the "Revelation" of a legendary powerhouse.

"Madam President, this isn't mission equipment, but rather a token of gratitude for my help from the Count's eldest son."

To be frank, Ron didn't know what the "Revelation" spoken of by the Academy of Enlightenment actually was, nor did he possess much necessary understanding of the "Lord of Enlightenment".

However, hearing something that sounded so high-end, and upon learning that it was worth a hundred thousand golden lions, the youth had still resolutely accepted this gift.

Ron admitted that there was an element of gambling on his part.

Still, the rougher the waters, the higher the price of the fish.

"A Revelation..." Olivia muttered thoughtfully.

"It is said that by devoutly believing in the Lord of Enlightenment, one receives the shelter of insight and wisdom, occasionally granting things akin to sudden inspirations."

"For a mage who explores mysteries and pursues knowledge, this is a bottle of sweet poison. A mage using inspiration to drive magical exploration is just like a prostitute in a brothel waiting for sexual desire to strike before taking clients."

"Instead of using that thing, you'd be better off letting Dr. Trick give you some of his rotten ideas."

To be honest, she didn't have the slightest interest in the gossip between Eugene Yian and the Princess. It was only when Ron mentioned the Revelation from the Dean of Enlightenment that she issued this solemn warning to him.

Is it really that serious?

Ron's little face paled, scaring him into hastily pulling up his proficiency panel to calm his nerves. Only this could give him a sense of security, because the knowledge brought by his proficiency ultimately fed back into himself.

Seeing Ron's expression, Olivia raised a delicate eyebrow and said earnestly, "Do not underestimate its hazards. Besides, that old codger from the Enlightenment Academy went out to sea three years ago and has been completely out of touch ever since. Who knows if he encountered something out there, and whether the revelations he left behind are safe?"

"Therefore... I'll keep this thing safe for you. I'll return it to you whenever you have the independent capability to handle it."

Before her voice had even faded, Olivia abruptly pinned the youth's wrist, forcefully prying open his fingers to snatch the canned Revelation—which resembled a piece of black crystal—right out of his hand.

Is the Stardust Society genuinely a legitimate organization?

You're the President, for goodness' sake! Are you really just going to rob your subordinate like this?

This crude action and disgraceful behavior left the blonde youth completely stunned. He hadn't expected that in broad daylight, someone would actually dare to commit daylight robbery.

"Madam Olivia, you can't do this!"

Ron protested loudly, trying to snatch the hundred-thousand-odd golden lions back from Olivia's high-raised hand.

Yet the moment he jumped up, he slammed straight into a soft, peachy, milk-scented mass, and was promptly shoved right back down into his seat.

Is having pectoral muscles all that great?!

Ron's face flushed red.

Meanwhile, Olivia was forced to take two steps back herself from the impact.

How on earth does this guy have so much strength?

Suppressing the urge to rub her chest to relieve the tightness, she cast a surprised look at Ron.

Immediately afterwards, however, the black-haired woman saw the youth put on a pitiful expression, murmuring to himself off to the side:

"Madam Olivia, I've had neither a father nor a mother since I was a child, and I grew up all alone in the lower districts. Back then, I always ran into hooligans and thugs who would rob me of my food, and several times I almost starved to death..."

"I'm not implying anything about you; I'm just thanking you for giving me such a wonderful job so that I don't have to run into thugs and hooligans and get robbed."

"Please don't misunderstand, I really didn't mean to say you're a thug or a hooligan."

I...

Olivia's mouth twitched, her cheeks burning slightly as she suddenly felt her conscience subjected to a certain condemnation.

"Ahem, stop talking! No matter what you say, there's no way I'm giving this thing back to you!"

"Sigh~ Madam Olivia, I really didn't mean anything by it. I was just thinking how lucky I was to have survived back then, starving and freezing in the cold after having all my food stolen."

Hearing this, the black-haired woman clutched her forehead as if struck by a headache, and said helplessly, "Fine, I'll compensate you, alright?"

"Very well, Madam President." Ron immediately sat up straight.

Why is his face-changing game so fast this time?!

At this very moment, a sense of utter helplessness suddenly surged within Olivia's heart.

She suspected that Ron had been playing dumb with her all along, waiting precisely for her to utter words like "compensation".

I'll compensate your head!