One of the five superpower nations, Thiece.
"Madam President." The man looked nervous, staring at the president, who seemed to be finding something amusing.
"What? I'm not planning on doing anything. We didn't participate in that fight, so we wouldn't be doing it this time either."
"But Madam President…"
"I know. It looks like Clovis Hacfield has chosen to remain in that small country. While we do have resources to tempt him, we may not necessarily have what it takes to get him."
"That's…" The man paused for a moment. "Their country has indeed given up a lot of things. There are even some rumors that they are going to exempt him from tax."
"The benefit that a Tier 9 human can bring is a lot, but at the same time, they're like a double-edged sword.
"Even if a country doesn't make a mistake in the first few decades, who can say that the next president won't make one?"
"So, what are we going to do?" The man asked.
"Have the ministers come up with a plan?"
