161,

Year 502 of the Atesus calendar, winter.

In the midst of a snowstorm, Mr. Cyclone stood at the window of his mansion.

As he watched the snow continue to fall, the accumulated snow on the ground had already exceeded one meter, forcing the shops on the street to close.

After the snowstorm, the snow removal work for Allen city would begin, a series of tasks that had already been scheduled, but there was nothing related to "war."

Even though a week had passed, everything was still the same as usual, with no changes at all.

"The snow is starting to weaken. It has been snowing for three days, and it looks like it's finally over."

Little Dragon was beside Mr. Cyclone, helping him dress. As Mr. Cyclone's wife, she was getting him ready.

When he woke up in the morning, the fire by the bed was still burning, but Mr. Cyclone had no intention of going back to sleep.

Of course, his ammunition was depleted and his stomach was growling.

"Well, it will come eventually."

Mr. Cyclone shook his head and then turned to give Little Dragon a kiss.

At the same time, the door to the room opened.

First, Eileen came in, followed by Joshua and several maids.

Joshua, dressed as a maid, brought several cute maids with her and placed a variety of delicious food on the table.

"You should go out too."

Usually, Joshua would stay, but this time Eileen ordered her to leave.

Eileen, who was also Mr. Cyclone's wife, had suddenly matured after the battle earlier in the morning.

Usually, she had a gentle and innocent demeanor, but now she seemed more like a noble lady.

Of course, this was all just an illusion.

She was just pretending to be strong to hide her unusual condition.

After Joshua and the other maids left the room, Mr. Cyclone smirked.

"Oh~ how many times has it been?"

Blushing, Eileen replied, "Three, three times..."

Mr. Cyclone gently lifted up Eileen's tantalizing nightgown, with a semi-transparent long skirt underneath, and took something from it.

"Damn it! It's all watered down?"

"It's, it's because of you!"

As Eileen complained, Mr. Cyclone took the opportunity to lift her up and both of them sat at the table together.

Eileen sat on Mr. Cyclone's thigh while being deeply kissed by him, and endured his advances with her body.

Their tongues intertwined and didn't part for a long time.

Only after Mr. Cyclone felt satisfied did breakfast officially begin.

What was this?

Mr. Cyclone had long since stopped asking such questions because Eileen had already mastered all of Mr. Cyclone's eating habits. When Mr. Cyclone saw a dish that he didn't recognize, a signal would appear between his brows, and Eileen would willingly explain it to him.

While playing with Little Dragon and Eileen, they finished breakfast in this joyful moment, and in the blink of an eye, time flew by.

As if a week ago, the "decimation" mentioned by King Allen had never occurred.

The ministers all wanted to refuse.

Mr. Cyclone had already guessed what those people were thinking.

They were thinking of the well-being of Allen city, loyal subjects who had experienced the era of the grand prime minister. In Mr. Cyclone's opinion, all of the people on the throne were working hard for the future of Allen city, except for Mr. Cyclone.

But precisely because they wanted to care for Allen city, some people really didn't want to go to war.

On the other hand, Daniel had been even quieter since that day. Most people remained silent as they had no idea what this scheming and cunning strategist had in mind.

And this silence lasted for the three days of the morning meetings. After that, the great blizzard arrived.

Furthermore, openly expressing their opinion could potentially offend the sensitive ruler, so remaining silent became a protest that created pressure.

Even though he had mentioned attacking the demon tribe, no one had discussed this topic for three consecutive days. This action fully reflected the ministers' thoughts on the upcoming war.

"Hey hey~ Husband, I feel like I can fight some more!"

Mr. Cyclone looked at his two wives and smirked.

Mr. Cyclone wasn't worried. If this war was going to happen, it would happen eventually.

After all, it was Daniel's thing. Mr. Cyclone just needed to know and focus on doing his own part. That would be enough.