Philippine President And Her Country Got Isekai'd!?

Chapter 51 - General Assembly

The New Malacañang Palace in New Clark City boasted numerous offices and rooms, complete with a vast greenhouse dedicated to indoor gardens. This verdant oasis extended along corridors leading to respective departments, with one main corridor guiding visitors directly to the central main hall.

Xylma couldn't help but sigh ruefully at the grandeur of the palace upon her first visit. Its elegance concealed a boundless otherworldly charm, lending it a lavish aura that everyone referred to as 'modern style.'

Navigating through the main corridor, Xylma arrived at the Main Hall, bustling with individuals coming and going. She occasionally glanced at a few undercover PhilSecta agents among them. This hall, the largest presidential chamber within the bounds of the Malacañang Palace, functioned as a sort of throne room for the president.

Comparable to the general assembly room of the United Nations, this vast space featured multiple large monitors displaying current trends in the country's vital sectors through live graphs and data. Sub-monitors presented reports of main concern.

People were engrossed in various tasks, multitasking effortlessly with their laptops, gadget headwear, and virtual keyboards. Some crafted 3D models or events on holographic devices before typing conclusions, while others engaged in hushed discussions, nodding in agreement as if making critical decisions. Financial advisors tracked the country's sole stock market, conversing in terms beyond Xylma's comprehension.

Amidst it all was the well-known AGI (Artificial General Intelligence), Kiki, managing several conversations simultaneously through secondary monitors and holographic screens.

Each section of the spacious hall was dedicated to a specific aspect and sector of the country, leaving Xylma wide-eyed as she tried to process the overwhelming environment, despite her months in the Federal State of the Philippines.

Feeling a sense of awe and inspiration amidst the professionals bustling around her, Xylma couldn't help but feel overwhelmed. The silent pressure in the air elevated the hall to a noble monument of beauty, igniting a desire within her to become a leader like those around her.

"Maybe I can save Razenia Kingdom," she mused inwardly, her thoughts drifting to her parents and the abandoned annexed kingdom. "No, the northern empires conquered the kingdom my parents built, and asking to reclaim Razenia from Miss President is disrespectful given my current position."

Despite the pull of her heart to claim Razenia's leadership, Xylma felt conflicted. Memories of her upbringing in an orphanage and farmland, barely remembering the heroes who raised her, contrasted with the desire to fulfill an unexplained calling.

As she contemplated her uncertain future, Xylma concluded internally that Razenia was beyond saving, knowing firsthand that its royals had abandoned its people.

In truth, Xylma wasn't ranked high enough to enter even this grand hall, but she could do so alongside Homer, who pretended she was his direct assistant.

It was her first time in the hall, and she walked beside Homer as he led the group of informants and members of the Presidential Security Group (PSG) down the main red carpet. Unaccustomed to such formalities, Xylma felt a bit nervous, occasionally adjusting her tie.

Homer chuckled at her nervous demeanor, leaning closer to whisper through his mask, "Is the female suit too tight for you, Xylma? Do you miss the comfort of your usual attire?"

Xylma blushed at his words, feeling embarrassed by the attention their banter drew from others.

"Of course not, Sir Homer," she replied, her cheeks still flushed.