The great battle has concluded.

At this moment, Kochou slumped directly into her chair upon receiving the news. Underneath that luxurious kimono, she was already drenched with sweat, and the feedback she received was quite uncomfortable.

But she didn't mind. With no one around, she pulled down the collar wide, letting the cool breeze sweep over the hills and gradually drying the beads of sweat.

The feeling of comfort was even more refreshing than drinking a bottle of ice-cold water. Kochou might not have stood on the battlefield herself, but her heart was always tied to it, constantly listening for reports from over there, knowing how desperate the earlier situation had been.

One could say there was completely no hope in sight.

She was in the rear, and this sweat was proof of bearing the pressure.

Until Aozawa enlarged, using Will-o'-the-wisp to control the Dread Emperor's five senses, only then did the battle situation begin to change.

Kochou thought about this and remembered the boy's upright features, her eyes narrowed slightly.

According to the command center's report, they initially thought Aozawa's enlargement was just an illusion created by Will-o'-the-wisp, but the events that followed proved that Aozawa's size wasn't an illusion.

Aozawa truly did enlarge not only himself but also his Noble Phantasm.

It was the enlarged Noble Phantasm that ultimately led to the Dread Emperor's complete demise.

Who was the baby that appeared afterward? What did Dio say to the baby?

And was Aozawa the "you" that Dio referred to?

As Kochou pondered these matters, there came another knock at the door.

She quickly tidied her collar, covering her fair skin with the luxurious kimono, and spoke: "Come in."

The door opened, and the young Prime Minister's Aide bowed: "Prime Minister, should we immediately announce the victory in the Different World to the public?"

"Of course, we fought a great victory, and naturally need to tell the voters to win their support."

Kochou knew that most people admire strength; a victorious government will naturally gain support.

However, she wasn't carried away by the victory, saying: "Contact the United States immediately and see what kind of announcement should be made.

Discuss what should be said and what shouldn't be said.

Our stance must be consistent."

"Understood."

The Prime Minister's Aide nodded and turned to leave.

...

Even before the forces had withdrawn, countries had simultaneously announced the great victory of the Otherworldly Expeditionary Force!

Undoubtedly, it sparked a wave on the internet.

"Amazing, I thought it would take years to fight, and it was over in a few days." "Do you even understand what nuclear peace means?"

"I didn't see the official report mention the use of nuclear weapons."

"How could something like that ever be written in a report? Finished in days—if you say no large-scale weapon was used, I don't believe it. *manually adds a dog-head emoji.*"

Netizens quickly diverted the topic from winning the battle to discussing whether nuclear weapons were used.

Although most people hadn't seen it firsthand, they could still vividly describe the details.

Some bloggers, jumping on the bandwagon, started analyzing the possibility of using nuclear weapons.

Of course, there were also discussions about whether the Different World's Princess was beautiful and whether future interdimensional marriages were possible.

"It's really absurd."

Aozawa scrolled through TikTok late at night, watching the netizens' speculations, flipping through the comment section, and had to admire their imagination and ability to veer off topic. 𝘧𝑟𝑒𝑒𝘸𝘦𝘣𝑛𝑜𝘷𝑒𝓁.𝘤𝘰𝓂

Unfortunately, Aozawa didn't have plans for interdimensional marriage at the moment.

Being single with just hands would suffice.

He picked up a cup of milk tea from the table and took a sip.

Here was a single room on the USS Lincoln Aircraft Carrier.

Treasure Users were naturally among the first batch of people returning from the Different World.

The aircraft carrier left the space of the Different World and returned to the Pacific Ocean, making its way back to Japan.

Although some proposed hosting a victory banquet, those who participated in the battle were physically and mentally exhausted, with no energy to join in celebrations—everyone just wanted to lie down.

At this moment, nothing felt more comfortable than a bed.

Aozawa didn't feel tired; he still had the energy to scroll through TikTok here.

Suddenly, there was a knocking on the door. Aozawa tossed his phone onto the table and got up to run to the door.

Without opening it, he sensed who was outside through the defense barrier.

He opened it, just about to speak.

Standing outside was Morimoto Chiyoda, who instantly blocked all his words.

Next was a death roll that crocodiles excel at.

Two people rolled into the room.

Morimoto Chiyoda didn't forget to kick the door shut.

Three minutes later, they separated.

The light shone on Morimoto Chiyoda's cheeks, white with a strawberry-like blush, and those phoenix eyes seemed to well with tears. "Winner winner, chicken dinner~"

The seductive voice instantly took the room's atmosphere back from October to the summer of July.

Sleek skin appeared in Aozawa's view, like the picturesque beaches of Hawaii in movie filters, exquisite beyond measure.

Aozawa held her waist and whispered: "Chitose, do you think I'm doing well as the Minister of State?"

"Of course, first-rate, there's no one more suitable for this position in the world than you. A Minister of State needs someone like you, a strong man, to achieve success."

Morimoto Chiyoda's eyes were silky.

"Alright, for compliments like that, I'm going to be Minister of State properly tonight!"

Aozawa couldn't hold back any longer, picking Morimoto Chiyoda up and walking toward the single bed.

At that moment, the phone suddenly chimed.

Aozawa originally didn't intend to pay attention.

But Morimoto Chiyoda didn't want to miss out on this revelry and hurriedly patted his shoulder: "Quickly see who sent the message, don't ignore a beauty~"

"Chitose."

Aozawa looked at her smiling expression, contemplated, and then went forward to check the message.

Morimoto Chiyoda moved swiftly, propping his shoulders, flipping onto his back, wrapping her hands around his neck, and also looking at the message on the phone, chuckling: "Turns out it's your dear class monitor.