In the bedroom of Gilliast Castle, Tiran habitually lay on the bed flipping through the novel in her hand, lightly swinging her legs and humming a familiar tune from her memory.

Is this really too decadent? Hmm, I feel a bit restless with such leisure. I should go exercise in the afternoon.

"Achoo!"

Suddenly, Tiran sneezed without any warning and touched her nose in confusion. Strange, even though she couldn't currently use the Holy Rank rules, her body was strengthened through years of practicing swordsmanship and Chi enhancement. It shouldn't be cold enough to catch a cold, even if the weather was a bit chilly now.

—It must be that stupid dragon cursing behind my back.

After thinking for three seconds, Princess concluded, nodding repeatedly, and decided to calculate recent expenses properly when Aya returned. That guy was becoming more and more mischievous, and if it continued like this, he would rebel sooner or later...

However, it still felt weird. What could be causing this deep chill? It can't be the stupid dragon, right...

Just then, someone knocked on the door of the bedroom.

"Mimi? I thought you were busy making clothes for Chirp," turning her head to glance at the person who entered, Tiran threw the novel aside and lazily rolled on the bed, tumbling closer to the end of the bed near the door.

Mimi's previously calm expression turned somewhat helpless. "Your Highness, you've become too lazy since you came back..."

"Well... I'll exercise in the afternoon... but never mind that. What did you want to say just now?"

"Actually," Mimi reorganized her expression, remembering her main purpose. "I just received a message from His Majesty. The royal magitech academy's convoy passed through Signal City and is about to arrive at Gilliast Castle."

The royal magitech academy?

Tiran paused for half a second before realizing. Unlike the knight academy, the royal magitech academy wasn't established to cultivate magic talents but rather, like Sainz's Central Research Institute, it was a specialized research institution.

Although it couldn't compare in scale to Sainz, with the support of the royal family of a kingdom, the magitech academy's research depth was about 70-80% of Sainz's, making it a top-level institution on the continent.

Visiting the magitech academy involved two main goals: confirming Chirp's situation and finding a way to quickly restore the fighting power of this kingdom's mobile nuclear weapons.

The only thing unexpected was the secrecy surrounding it. They only informed her when they had already reached Signal City.

"It seems that father really values this... So, who is coming this time?" Tiran tilted her head and asked.

Even though she was a princess, her contact with the top research institution of the kingdom wasn't much, but she was familiar with a few people inside. If someone she knew was coming, it would be a good thing... maybe?

"It seems to be Mr. Laise."

"...What?"

"Leigh Caire Laise, I think that's the name... Your Highness, are you alright? Your complexion doesn't look good."

It wasn't just "not good," it was absolutely terrible. Tiran really wanted to say that.

...

In the shopping mall at the Signal City, Aya straightened her clothes, opened the door of the restroom cubicle and walked out.

Then she met a boy who was also entering the restroom, and that boy's mouth hung open for three seconds before turning back to confirm the sign on the door to make sure he hadn't entered the wrong place. Finally, he stared at Aya with a horrified and somewhat reverent look.

I've seen boys accidentally run into the women's restroom before, but I've never seen it the other way around...

What's more surprising is why this girl doesn't seem to care at all! What is she trying to do with this calm expression? It's like she's implying that I'm the one who walked into the wrong restroom!

The boy's mindset explodes.

"Making a big fuss..." After leaving the restroom, Aya couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat off her forehead. Next time, she should just wear men's clothing.

Speaking of which, where did Xiaofeizi go? Aya suddenly realized this important question.

She clearly told her to wait here, so how did she disappear in just a short amount of time?

After scanning the area again, still not finding any trace of Fiona, Aya started to panic. Could she have run off? No no no, even if this mentally innocent Angel girl can rival Chirp in terms of simplicity, she wouldn't run around without any intelligence, especially when her powers are completely sealed.

So what Aya is more worried about is what if someone has ill intentions towards Xiaofeizi? The current Angel has no difference in power from ordinary girls, and she possesses a beautiful appearance and a noble and sacred temperament... This possibility is quite high.

Sealing her powers is one thing, but if she actually gets hurt, it's another thing entirely. Even if Tiran didn't go too far with Angel, what if she attracts that person from above?

So... Xiaofeizi, where did you go!

At this moment...

Aya let out a sigh of relief and patted her chest lightly. Fortunately, she left a trace to prevent a situation like this from happening.

A barely perceptible golden light flashed in her eyes, and an invisible ripple of spiritual power silently spread, beginning to search for the Magic imprint left on Angel's body before leaving.

The scale of the shopping mall is not small, but compared to the spiritual coverage of the Golden Dragon, it's insignificant. After just three seconds, Aya had already locked onto the location of the imprint.

"This place is... an emergency passage? How did it end up there? Holy crap, I hope there are no weirdos lurking around."

...

For the fiery Angel Fiona, her impression of the human world only remains at the superficial level of "delicious food," "beautiful clothes," and "impressive cities."

So she doesn't understand what this strange human with messy golden hair in front of her wants to do, but she instinctively feels disgusted by his incessant chatter.

If she could unleash her powers right now, she would have already blasted away this troublesome guy.

"Miss, besides being a sculptor, I am also a painter. Your beauty has deeply attracted me. If it doesn't inconvenience you, could I have the honor of painting a... um, a group portrait for you?"

"..."

Seeing Fiona still not speaking and noticing her cautious gaze, the guy scratched his head in confusion. What's the situation? Do I really look like a bad person?

It has been days since he last had inspiration, and finally, he encountered a girl in the shopping mall who sparked something in his mind. He absolutely cannot let her slip away easily. Even if he has to persist, he will request her to be his model!

Just then, the door of the stairwell behind him was suddenly kicked open, and the sound of the door hitting the wall startled him. The emergency stairwell is rarely used, so he didn't expect someone to barge in like that.

Before I could even turn around, someone claiming to be an artist was kicked from behind, falling hard to the ground. The sketchpad and various pens that were tucked under their armpit scattered all over the place.

"I never expected there to be perverts like you who prey on cute girls. Get ready to face justice!" a righteous voice proclaimed.

However, the so-called artist seemed not to have heard and instead, with a pained expression, quickly picked up the fallen art tools from the ground. "Do you know how expensive these pens are? If they get damaged—oh, it's you?"

When Aya saw the person's face, her initial anger was extinguished halfway. "Roger?"

...

Ten minutes later, in a small ice cream shop in the mall, Aya gently bit the straw of her drink, her expression complicated as she stared at Roger sitting across from her.

The supplier of Princess's figurine doujinshi still looked half-dead and ready to pass gas at any moment, and the dark circles under his eyes seemed even heavier.

But he appeared quite spirited.

"Oh, so you're also from the castle. It seems my luck is pretty good. Since it's such a coincidence, why don't Miss Aya and Miss Fiona become my models?" he suggested.

"Why do you think I would agree to that so casually?" Aya couldn't stand this overly familiar man.

"Huh, does Miss Aya not want to? Strange, Tiran would happily agree and even ask me to draw her as the protagonist of a strong attacker in a doujinshi," he replied.

Aya didn't know where to start with her complaints. Why did you think making figurines and drawing doujinshi can be related to art in your definition? Although, in a certain sense, it could be considered a form of art...

And don't measure normal people by the standards of that lunatic Tiran! What sane person would want to be depicted in their own doujinshi and be the main character?

"Enough, put an end to this nonsense. At the very least, this child's doujinshi absolutely cannot exist. You can't handle her background," Aya said firmly.

"Ridiculous! Even if a princess were to fall under my pen, she would only become a submissive uke. Who can oppose me?" Roger said with a face of arrogance.

...Goddess of the Light, are you sure about this? It's not on the same level, bro.

- Hey, hey, Xiao Guang, guess what? I've seen your wife's doujinshi, and you're not the main character. It's one of those group P and humiliation types.

And because of a doujinshi artist, the heavens above, the world was destroyed.

"Well, okay, forget it then."

Seeing how determined Aya was, Roger had no choice but to give up. He spread his hands with regret, "Looks like I'll have to go to the adventurer's guild again..."

"Adventurer's guild? Are you... an adventurer?" Aya raised an eyebrow, her face showing undisguised skepticism.

How could this otaku doujinshi artist be involved with the adventurer's guild?

"Not really, I just go there for inspiration. Recently, someone at the guild posted a highly rewarding mission, attracting adventurers who aren't of the beauty style. I feel like that kind of place would be more inspiring..."

"Why don't you go to a succubus-run night club then?"

"That's also true, but I feel like it would be too deliberate and wouldn't give me that natural feeling..."

He even came up with excuses to exercise. Aya gave up on complaining and raised her hand in surrender.

"Anyway, go find your inspiration. We'll be leaving then."

Aya pulled Angel aside and prepared to go elsewhere for a walk.

At that moment, the communication device in her mind suddenly buzzed.

"AyaAyaAya! Come back quickly and save me! I'm going to die, I'm going to die!"