"This damn girl..."

After discovering that the communication spell had been unilaterally severed, Heinrich became a bit frantic. The intelligence related to Chia Angel was of significant importance to Heinrich, both from a belief and strategic standpoint. It's maddening to be left hanging!

"My Lord Bishop, have you made contact yet?"

Johannes walked over with a tray carrying two cups of tea.

"Hmm?" Heinrich's eyes suddenly lit up when he heard the voice. He stared eagerly at Johannes.

"You're the one I've decided on!"

...

Above the clouds, the sky unexpectedly cleared up.

"Hey, Aya, should we go directly to Milt or wander around?" Tiran adjusted to a comfortable position and sat leaning against the dragon's ridge, holding a map.

"I don't mind," the dragon underneath replied with a deep voice. Then, sounding resigned, it continued, "But Mimi said we should go directly to the academy to ensure safety and warned me that she'd kill me if anything goes wrong."

"It's fine. As long as we don't mention it, Mimi won't know. Right, Fei?"

"....Yes," Little Angel, sitting a bit away from Tiran, crossed her arms and reluctantly responded. Bound by the Angel Covenant, she couldn't even entertain thoughts of harming Tiran, let alone the fact that the goddess herself had issued an oracle to ensure Tiran's safety.

"Do you think I would trust you after being fooled once?" Aya's face was full of frustration. Remember when Mimi's face got burned because of you, and I thought I'd fall for it a second time?

"Alright then, let's go straight to the academy. Anyway, I haven't thought of any other place to visit." Tiran yawned, placed the map back into the magitech storage device worn on the bracelet specifically for this trip. Then, the dark red gem on the bracelet flashed briefly, and Tiran took out a eyemask and earplugs.

"That's too much!" Aya also noticed Tiran's actions and almost popped her eyeballs out.

"Whatever. From here to Milt, even at your speed, it would take almost a day, right? With such a long time, it's important to rest and prepare for the upcoming troubles."

You make sense, and I can't argue. Aya felt a bit down, but then again, sleeping on the dragon's back like a princess is quite relaxing. But please, consider the fact that I have to fly at top speed and use my magic to create shields for you.

- According to Tiran's current level, even if Aya asked her to sit on her back, she would be blown away by the strong air currents. Truly weak.

But that someone seemed completely oblivious to this and hummed a tune as they took out a mat and pillow from the bracelet... Are you treating this like a long carriage ride? I am a golden dragon after all. Could you at least feel a bit honored about being able to ride on my back?

Feeling Aya's resentful gaze, Tiran's nostrils made two comfortable hums. They turned over and gently patted a scale on their back, saying, "Well, as a means of transportation, Aya, you're definitely much more comfortable than a carriage. Not only is the speed top notch, it's also smooth without any bumps. I bet I'd even stand a gold coin on it!"

"...Although you're praising me, why does that sound so uncomfortable?"

"Come on, you're definitely on par with a high-speed train." Tiran confidently raised a thumb. The next moment, those beautiful eyes spun around, and their tone suddenly became seductive. "By the way, my bracelet still has the Dragon Knight Contract Elf gave me. How about the two of us find a place after we land..."

Aya was so scared that her dragon body trembled and almost shook Tiran off. She desperately flapped her wings twice to regain her balance and exclaimed in shock and anger, "Don't make jokes like that!"

"It's my fault, you won't lose anything~" Tiran blinked her eyes, a cute face with an inappropriate smirk.

Dragon, Dragon Knight contract? Listening to the conversation over there, Xiao Feizi was trying hard to erase her own presence, constantly chanting in her heart, "I am air, I am air," but she couldn't help but imagine that scene.

...

Deep in the interior of the Gravina Autonomous Territory, where Milt Academy is located, and together with the Holy See, they are known as the two centers of the human world.

Of course, the center here does not refer to the economy, after all, deep in the interior, it is at a disadvantage compared to coastal cities in terms of geographic location. Therefore, apart from some special trade items - such as the production of statues required by the Church, the so-called two centers do not have a developed economy.

What really determines the status of the Gravina Autonomous Territory and the Holy See is their unparalleled influence. Needless to say, the Holy See has already proven its prestige with its long-standing church, and Milt Academy has also gained deep popularity due to its commitment to maintaining peace in recent decades.

After flying at full speed for a whole day, Aya couldn't help but feel a bit tired. She estimated it accurately, saying one day is one day, 1440 minutes, 86,400 seconds. Well, this may seem like a way to pad the word count, but it doesn't matter. It added a few dozen words, lol...

Anyway, from yesterday morning to this morning, I don't know how many countries and kilometers we crossed, and finally entered the territory of the Gravina Autonomous Territory.

Aya just wanted to land in the town as soon as possible, find a place to eat a meal, take a bath, and sleep. As for Tiran... she was sleeping soundly while cuddling little Angel.

By chance, Aya learned from Tiran that little Angel's divine constitution had a calming and sleep-inducing effect. As a pillow hero, the princess had always wanted to try its effects, and the results... were really good. She slept until now without waking up.

Only little Angel suffered. Tiran held her in her arms the whole way, and her little face swelled up like a bun, showing a gloomy expression. But constrained by the Holy Covenant, she could only stay motionless and eventually fell asleep.

In her dream, Tiran suddenly felt Aya's body shake violently.

"Don't sleep, wake up!"

"Just five more minutes..." Tiran murmured.

"Hey hey, stop fooling around, it's really time to wake up." Aya's voice had a hint of urgency.

"Then... six hundred more seconds will do, right?"

"Isn't this even longer than Teemo's time?"

"Alright, fine, I'll get up." Tiran sighed, opened her eyes, and sat up. In fact, she had already slept enough before, but she just didn't want to get up. She had been in a state of light sleep all the time, and the effect of the little Angel brand pillow was excellent. She woke up refreshed and invigorated.

Aya seemed to be hovering in mid-air, continuously flapping her wings to maintain a floating state.

"Why aren't we landing?"

Tiran leaned her head out of the magical shield created by Aya. The cold wind at high altitude immediately felt like knives on her face, but Tiran didn't retract back, instead, she widened her eyes and looked forward into the mid-air.

A figure stood quietly there, as if waiting for a long time.

"It has been a long time since anyone has invaded the airspace of Gravina." The gentle male voice carried an obvious warning, "Please state your intentions or leave immediately, otherwise, I will strike you down."

He was a handsome man with shoulder-length sandy hair. A pair of gold-rimmed glasses rested on his nose, covering his left eye. His attire was a mix between a samurai robe and a wizard's robe, combining the elegance of the latter with the freedom of movement required for close combat. Despite being unarmed, he exuded a powerful aura.

"He seems like a formidable guy," Tiran muttered.

She had seen this style of clothing before. Her troublesome older brother often dressed like this... Was this person also a practitioner of both magic and martial arts?

Typically, one would specialize in either martial arts or magic. Mastering both was rare and challenging. The best example was Brad, a member of the royal family with considerable strength and talent. However, he had yet to reach the level of a Grand Knight, mainly due to the distraction of dual cultivation.

But if someone could truly integrate both, like Aya, their combat prowess would be more than double that of an ordinary ninth-level practitioner. The fact that this man was aware of Aya's presence and confident enough to confront her alone indicated confidence in his own abilities.

"Perhaps he's not weaker than me," Aya said.

"It doesn't matter. You can't beat little Feizi anyway," Tiran replied calmly, gesturing towards the recently awakened little Angel.

"Hold on, we're not here to cause trouble. Why would you have Feizi fight him?" Aya quickly intervened. Sure, the Holy Rank little Angel could potentially defeat him, but the academy below had three Holy Ranks. Starting a fight would only bring trouble to their side.

"Uh, what should we do then?" Tiran asked, a little lost.

"I'll handle this. After all, I'm the professional," Aya said confidently.

...

Lucius patiently waited for two minutes, but the intruder across from him remained motionless. This lack of response furrowed his brow.

Aya's estimation was accurate. Lucius was indeed a formidable ninth-level practitioner in both martial arts and magic, comparable to the top experts in the prestigious Milt Academy.

However, he also sensed that the intruder in front of him was not ordinary. The pale-colored dragon alone felt different from a typical dragon, and there were two other indistinct auras on its back that could potentially be even stronger.

Unfortunately, the headmaster was absent, leaving Lucius to deal with it alone. If this was a serious attack, retreating to the foundation's large-scale magic array in the academy city might provide a fighting chance.

But what was with the lack of response? Did they underestimate him?

Growing impatient, Lucius was about to speak again when the intruder finally moved.

The dragon raised its two small claws in a human-like manner, extending its neck as it spoke with a commanding voice:

"Stop shooting, missy! We are law-abiding citizens! Ahem, what kind of nonsense... I mean, we mean no harm! Surrender, surrender!"

Huh? What on earth is happening?

Lucius was dumbfounded.