To be a good prime minister, I first became the leader of a secret religion.

Chapter 52 Your Mom Doesn't Love You!

The first thing Winston did after returning to 10 Downing Street was to sleep soundly.

I don’t know if others have had this feeling, but Winston himself couldn’t stay up late once he reached a certain age. If he didn’t catch up on sleep, he felt like there were semantic parasites crawling on him during the day, and he couldn’t concentrate at all.

Winston felt he was still young and at the age to take risks, but he chose to go to sleep first.

After waking up, almost the entire day had passed, so he decided not to rush to get out of bed and instead opened the system panel.

The top line read in a shocking manner:

[Sacrifice successful! Your rationality has decreased!]

[Rationality: 75→65/100 (relatively stable)]

A 10-point reduction at once would drive anyone crazy, even in a proper Cthulhu world.

However, with the passive element of "absolute materialism," Winston's rational judgment is 100% successful; he will only go crazy with headaches, but not with performing a sacrificial ritual to the ancient gods.

Aside from the minor issue of decreased sanity, all of his other attributes have significantly improved.

First, there's Winston's most prized and nearly depleted temporary mana. This sacrifice gave him a whopping 1200 points! If he didn't use magic and just used it naturally, it wouldn't run out in two years!

Her Majesty the Queen is still very generous.

Winston used to have to count the time carefully when using the Whisperer, but now he feels like he's suddenly become rich, and he's not quite used to it.

The level 5 "Whisperer" lasts for half an hour, fifteen minutes longer than level 1. Each use still consumes three points of magic, meaning that 1200 points of magic are enough for Winston to use for 200 hours.

If he keeps it on every day when he's working and meeting people... it should last about two or three months, which doesn't seem like too much.

In addition, Winston's occult knowledge is once again approaching its limit, and the number of occult entries included in the system has also increased.

This is normal, after all, he not only practiced the ritual, but also watched two awesome alien species fight.

Winston was only worried that his high level of occultism would attract the Queen's attention, but he had just made a sacrifice for the Queen last night! Logically speaking, the Queen should be in a better mood after enjoying herself, so she should be... more likely to come and see him!

The mask of pain.

In addition, the system also rewarded Winston with 500 Authority Points, 5 Authority Points, 5 Charisma Points, and 10 Passion Points, but deducted 5 Health Points.

Considering that his previous sub-health condition was due to depression, Winston suspected that his deteriorating health was caused by staying up late.

As usual, he decided to keep his authority points for now and use them in a crisis. As for his other attributes, his only weakness right now is his management ability! His management ability is so low, what if one day someone finds out that the prime minister is not doing his job properly?

Wait a minute, it seems reasonable for the prime minister not to do his job properly.

Winston glanced at the large suitcase of documents awaiting approval that his private secretary Martin had placed in his bedroom, then comfortably ignored it and picked up today's newspaper that his maid Eileen had placed on his bedside table.

He wanted to see how the media reported on the Viscount's Palace incident.

……

London Evening Post Special Report | Bedford Square Tragedy Shocks London: Viscountess Murdered, Viscount at Large

Last night, a horrific massacre occurred at a noble residence in Bedford Place. Police have confirmed that everyone inside Viscount Hammond's residence, including the Viscountess, was dead; there were no survivors.

The deceased included all the servants in the mansion and three guests who were invited to the book club that evening. The police said they could not disclose the identities of the three guests at this time, as it was a matter for further investigation.

Scotland Yard Sergeant Angus, who is in charge of the case, stated at a brief press conference this morning:

"This is an extremely serious case. We have reason to believe that Viscount Hammond has been engaged in some kind of pagan secret activity for a long time, and that it caused serious consequences during last night's ceremony."

He further pointed out that the rapid progress in this case was related to the coordination of the investigation in the context of the upcoming change of government, and specifically mentioned:

"With the guidance and support of the Prime Minister, we made breakthroughs on several key leads in a short period of time."

However, the police also admitted that the operation was not without its flaws.

"The only regrettable thing is that," Sheriff Angus said, "Viscount Hammond himself has disappeared since the incident. He is now identified as the prime suspect and has fled."

Police have issued an arrest warrant for Viscount Hammond and deployed officers at major transport hubs in London. Based on current assessments, the suspect is acting alone and no stable accomplices or organizational support have been found.

Police are urging the public to remain vigilant but not to panic excessively.

"The suspect is currently alone and his ability to move around and his range of threats are limited. Any citizen who has relevant clues should report to the police immediately."

The case is still under further investigation, and this newspaper will continue to follow up on the progress.

……

After reading the report, Viscount Hammond slammed the newspaper heavily onto the hotel table.

He was a young man who looked to be in his mid-twenties. He had a head of not-so-thick blond hair, which was combed into a small bun at the back of his head. He had thin cheeks, drooping eyelids, a hooked nose, and thin lips, which made him appear cold, ruthless, and unapproachable.

His eyes looked much more weathered than his face.

Opposite him sat a handsome young man in a white robe, with red lips and white teeth. If Inspector Angus were here, he would recognize him as the mutant imprisoned in the Viscount's basement.

The boy rested his elbows on the table, turned sideways to the viscount, and said:

"I was almost completely devoured and nearly died, and I wasn't angry. Why are you angry?"

"I'm angry at myself for underestimating my opponent."

"The current prime minister is a man," said Viscount Hammond.

"You were so careless," the boy complained. "The moment he stepped through the door, you should have abandoned all your plans, left your wife, and taken me away—he's the prime minister after all, what good would it do you to go against him?"

"I'm just curious," Viscount Hammond said in a deep voice.

The boy perked up and asked, "What are you curious about? What's the style of this government?"

"No, of course I was curious about that too, but that came later," the Viscount paused and said. "At first, I just wanted to know if the alien species parasitizing Roland Douglas would mutate after you pushed it to the brink."

"...??? That's it?"

The boy was speechless.

Viscount: "Don't you think this is worth investigating further? I've never seen this type of parasite before."

"There are plenty of things you haven't seen!!" the boy shouted. "You've never seen your mother pay attention to someone else, have you? Even though you're Her child, She clearly prefers this Prime Minister Winston Wheeler. Not only did she accept his offerings and help him beat me up, but she also gave him an oracle. You've never received an oracle in all these years, have you? Oh, I forgot, you've never even seen what your mother looks like..."

Suddenly, an eye opened on Viscount Hammond's neck.

The eye coldly stared at the suddenly mute alien boy, and at the same time, Viscount Hammond coldly said, "Shut up."

"She is not my mother."