SSS-Class MILFs And Their Yandere Daughters, I Want Them All!

Chapter 475 475: I Made It Up

The officials exchanged blank glances. They were politicians—masters of manipulation, experts in rhetoric, fluent in the language of power and deceit.

But plants? Vegetables? They didn't even know what was in their own refrigerators!

Mika didn't mock their ignorance.

"It's quite all right if you haven't heard of it. It's not a common plant. Overlooked, really, by most people."

His eyes gleamed.

"But there's something very interesting about it."

The officials leaned in despite themselves, curiosity deepening.

Mika gestured toward the large monitor at the front of the hall. A series of crisp diagrams and photographs appeared on screen: a modest bush-like plant with unassuming green leaves growing along riverbanks and lake edges.

"This plant usually grows near riverbeds, lakes, or any large body of water because it needs an enormous amount of water—far more than normal plants. And the way it extracts that water is through these massive roots."

He pointed to the cross-section diagram.

"They can grow up to thirty meters deep underground. Because of that huge root mass, drinking water becomes incredibly efficient for the plant."

He paused, letting the image sink in.

"So in a way, if we were only looking at surface level, we might treat these plants as wasteful. The plant itself is just a small bush, yet its roots are so vast they consume a huge volume of water. We might even consider destroying them. But—"

He raised a finger, eyes sharpening.

"—there is another interesting fact surrounding these plants. Usually, the most pure and untouched water bodies in the entire world have these plants surrounding them."

A ripple of surprise moved through the crowd.

Mika chuckled softly.

"Many researchers once thought it was simply because the plant is quite snobby in nature, it only drinks the purest water...almost like you gentlemen who would never touch tap water and insist on the highest-quality bottled brands."

A few officials flushed with embarrassment while others let out reluctant laughs.

Nadia, watching from the side, felt a quiet surge of pride; Mika was handling the room like a seasoned diplomat, even slipping in light humor to ease tension.

Mika shook his head, smile turning serious.

"But the truth of the matter is not that at all. It's not because the water is already pure that the plant exists there. Instead, it's because the plant exists there that the water remains extremely pure."

Confusion rippled through the hall.

He gestured to the screen, which now showed a detailed animation of the plant's root system filtering water.

"The truth of the matter is that the roots of Arugulaeus bellaramius have an incredibly efficient filtration system. Not just for sediments—for poisons. Heavy metals. Pesticides. Fertilizer runoff. Even industrial pollutants. The plant absorbs them all."

Gasps went all around the hall at this shocking revelation.

"To the plant, these toxins are nutrients. It doesn't just tolerate pollution—it thrives on it. The more poisoned the water, the faster it grows."

He let that sink in.

"This is why the lakes and rivers surrounded by this plant are always so pure. The plant acts as a living barrier, absorbing anything harmful before it can reach the water."

The screen shifted again—this time showing the Mother and Son Rivers, with the plant rendered in lush green along their banks.

"That is exactly why I'm bringing this up right now. The problem is the runoff from the mining operations poisoning the rivers."

"But instead of letting those toxins have direct access, why don't we simply plant a whole barrier of these plants along the banks?"

"No matter how much poison flows through, the plants would absorb and process it, turning toxic waste into nutrition. The rivers themselves would stay pure and accessible to every town and settlement that relies on them."

He spread his hands.

"It's a total win-win. On one side, the mining operations can continue without interruption. On the other, the people get clean drinking water."

"The solution is simple, efficient, and fits perfectly into the existing ecosystem."

The hall was silent.

The snake official stared at him, his mouth slightly open. This was not a solution that had ever been proposed.

Not in any committee meeting, not in any of the endless debates that had plagued his realm for years.

And this boy had just offered it like it was nothing.

The environmental specialists in the crowd, scientists and researchers who had been brought along as advisors were no longer silent.

They were whispering to each other, their eyes wide, their voices urgent.

After all, this wasn't just a solution for one river system. If what the boy said was true, it could be applied everywhere.

Mining pollution. Agricultural runoff. Industrial waste. Problems that had plagued the world for decades, with no feasible solutions, could be addressed with a plant.

A plant that grew naturally, that could be cultivated, that could be planted along every vulnerable waterway on every realm.

One of the older researchers, a woman with graying hair and spectacles, was already doing calculations in her head.

The implications were staggering. If this worked, it would revolutionize environmental protection. It would save countless lives. It would—

She shook her head. No. She was getting ahead of herself. They needed proof.

Several officials voiced the same thought.

"Do you have proof of this?" One demanded. "Research? Data?"

Another nodded. "I know you're side is not the type to make claims without evidence. But we need to see it."

A third official, more diplomatic, added, "If what you're saying is true, this could change everything. But we can't proceed on faith alone."

Hearing this, Nadia panicked. It was one thing for Mika to know about these bizzare plant and it was another to have solid proof regarding it.

But before she could speak up for him, Mika grinned.

"Proof? Of course I have proof."

He reached down and pulled out a thick bundle of papers from somewhere beneath the table.

"A full research article. Methodology, results, statistical analysis. How many plants are needed, where they should be planted, how effective the filtration will be. It's all here."

He patted the stack.

"A soft copy will be sent to everyone soon. But for now, if anyone is qualified to verify this..." He gestured toward the scientists.

They didn't need to be asked twice. A dozen scientists and researchers had already risen from their seats, summoned by their respective officials precisely for moments like this.

They hurried to the front, practically snatching the papers from Mika's hands, forming a huddle off to the side.

Page after page, they read. Their expressions shifted—skepticism to curiosity, curiosity to excitement, excitement to outright wonder.

The rest of the officials watched, holding their breath.

The scientists whispered among themselves, pointing at graphs, comparing notes, arguing about methodology.

The lead researcher, a wizened old man with a thick beard turned page after page, his expression growing more animated with each one.

Finally, he looked up.

His eyes glowing like he was witnessing the birth of a star.

"I-It's true." He said, his voice trembling. "Everything he said. The research is sound. The methodology is rigorous. The results are replicable!"

Another researcher wiped tears from her eyes.

"Do you understand what this means? The number of rivers, lakes, water bodies we can save...this isn't just about one realm. This can be applied everywhere! We could solve a problem that's been poisoning our world for decades!"

The hall erupted.

"Who wrote this?!"

"Which research institute?!"

"Was it Nadia's team? One of her subordinates? Or is that boy?!"

"I don't think so. Look at the boy—he's too young to have produced something like this. He must be speaking on behalf of someone else."

"Who is he? We need to meet this genius!"

Nadia heard all of it. And she knew with absolute certainty that there was no one else. There was no hidden researcher, no mysterious benefactor.

It was Mika. All Mika.

She turned to him, her voice barely a whisper.

"How, Mika? How did you do this?" She gripped his arm. "If I had given you time, I know you could have figured something out. But I gave you no time. You learned about this issue only an hour ago."

"So, how do you already have a solution and a full research paper to back it up?"

Mika met her gaze with a casual, almost playful smile. "I made it up on the spot."

Nadia blinked, stunned. "You...You made it up?"

He nodded, completely unfazed.

"When I was reading the files earlier, I saw the mention of the Mother and Son Rivers and knew this question was coming. So I decided to find a solution right then and there."

"I browsed through all the knowledge I have regarding that field, cross-referenced thousands of options—devices, spells, inventions and finally remembered this particular plant I had noticed during my dungeon explorations."

"Wherever there was pure water, these plants were always present. I had done a little research on them in the past, and everything lined up perfectly."

She stared at him in disbelief.

"And the research paper?"

"Made that up on the spot too."

She couldn't speak.

"I ran a simulation in my mind. Recreated the entire river system—the geography, the water flow, the mining operations, the pollution spread. Replicated it perfectly."

"Then I implemented the plant barrier and observed the changes. Adjusted variables. Calculated efficiencies. Ran it again. And again. Until I had all the data I needed."

He gestured at the papers.

"Then I just...dumped it onto paper. Took whatever was in my head and used a spell to a transfer it. Not a big deal."

Nadia's mind reeled.

She had always known his intellect was extraordinary, that his ability to manipulate mana at a molecular level required a mind more powerful than any supercomputer.

But this was something else entirely.

He had created a world in his head. A perfect simulation of an entire ecosystem. And he had used that simulation to solve a problem that had stumped experts for years.

He was playing God. Creating universes in his mind just to find answers.

And he was acting like it was nothing.

"But Mika." She asked gently, concern softening her voice. "Don't you feel strained when you use your mind to such a high level? Doesn't it put pressure on you?"

Mika waved a hand dismissively. "It's not that big of a deal. Compared to the actual skills and blessings I produce, this is nothing."

Only Mika knew the truth. In the span of a single heartbeat outside, he had spent the equivalent of two full months inside the boundless expanse of his own mind—simulating entire ecosystems, running thousands of variables, cross-referencing every scrap of knowledge he had gathered across years of dungeon dives and private research.

No ordinary mind could endure such strain without breaking.

But Mika had spent thousands upon thousands of years in that same mental realm before, forging spells and abilities that defied the laws of reality itself.

A couple of months was barely a warm-up. And for Nadia's sake, for the chance to see that proud, relieved smile on her face, he would have gladly stayed there for years longer.

Nadia, however, heard only the calm reassurance in his voice.

A rush of warmth flooded her chest. She felt genuinely happy, proud, even to have him by her side.

Even on her best day, in full command of her faculties, she doubted she could have crafted such a precise, elegant solution on the spot while researchers still debated the problem in academic circles.

Yet Mika had done it effortlessly, turning a potential crisis into a triumph that left the entire hall in awe.

Not to mention, the way the officials now looked at him with a mixture of respect and wary fascination made her heart swell.

'He's here.' She thought. 'With me. I don't have to carry everything alone anymore.'

She allowed herself a small, private smile. For the first time since the meeting resumed, she felt steady enough to take the reins again.

No more freezing. No more spiraling thoughts. She could stand tall once more.

Unfortunately, she seemed to have jinxed it and her quiet confidence was shattered almost immediately once again.

Another official rose, this one a stern representative from a realm with a long history of enmity toward its neighbor. He cleared his throat and spoke in a measured, formal tone.

"Lady Nadia, there is also the pressing matter of racial tensions following the treaty's implementation."

"My realm and the neighboring realm who are longtime enemies now share open passage between our borders. As a direct result, interracial couples have already begun forming."

"Their numbers are growing rapidly, and once the treaty is fully ratified, such unions will become even more prevalent. This development goes directly against our traditional values. It is considered taboo in our society."

"What does the treaty intend to say or do regarding this matter?"

Nadia froze.

'Taboo.'

'Wrong.'

'Against traditional values.'

The words echoed in her head, and she couldn't stop thinking about Mika. About what he had done to her. About how they were mother and son, and he had touched her like a lover, whispered like a husband, confessed that he wanted to—

She couldn't answer. Couldn't move. Couldn't think.

Mika noticed. He smiled, a soft, knowing smile and took the microphone.

"I'll be answering this question as well."

He then spoke eloquently about the nature of love, the irrelevance of race, the importance of looking beyond old hatreds. He cited historical examples of once-enemies who had become allies, even families. He addressed concerns about cultural preservation while advocating for openness and acceptance.

The official had no response. He sat down, silenced.

Nadia stared at Mika, her heart a tangled mess of gratitude, confusion, and something she refused to name.

She wanted to take the reins back. To be the strong, composed Battle Angel everyone expected.

But every time she tried, her mind drifted back to the barrier, back to his touch, back to the taboo that now lived between them.

She looked at him with pleading eyes.

He understood.

He turned back to the room.

"The next question, please."

And so it continued. Question after question. Official after official.