Lucius's mood today is really fluctuating.

When he first noticed a pale dragon entering Gravina through the surveillance barrier, he had a hunch. But he never expected that the dragon would actually head straight for the Academy City. And when it ascended to intercept, he realized that the dragon, powerful enough to deal with an average level nine knight, was only a mount. It made him panic a little.

Who is that silver-haired girl?

However, just as he prepared himself for a battle to the death, the other party instantly backed down and even landed in the Academy City as requested, showing no hostility throughout the process.

Now Lucius is completely puzzled, until Tiran presents the royal emblem of Milanía and the handwritten letter from his father.

"So, it's Her Royal Highness, the Second Princess of Milanía. I apologize for my previous rudeness." In the spacious and bright reception room, Lucius finishes reading the letter and looks up at Tiran again, standing up to half bow.

"It's okay, I don't mind, Lord Lucius." Tiran accepts Lucius's gesture with a slight smile.

When meeting people outside, Tiran no longer carries his casual demeanor from the castle. He ties up his long hair into a ponytail that trails down his back. With his knight attire predominantly blue and silver, he exudes a vigorous and imposing presence, finally resembling the dragon-slaying knight that the rumors had portrayed.

"Let me reintroduce myself then. My name is Lucius. As for my surname, due to certain reasons, please allow me to keep it hidden temporarily. I am currently serving as the Dean of this academy."

"These two here are my... bodyguards." When mentioning the word "bodyguards," Tiran still feels a little uncomfortable. Well, he originally wanted to say "maids" or something like that, but faced strong opposition from Aya. In the end, he managed to escape the fate of being bossed around by the crossdressing lady.

Aya, in the male attire she hadn't worn for a long time, nods repeatedly with great emotion, her eyes teary.

Little Angel, on the other hand, seems indifferent, finally accepting this fact. After all, the mission entrusted to her by the Goddess was similar to that of a bodyguard, so it's not completely inaccurate to say so.

However, when her gaze falls on Lucius, Little Angel's eyebrows raise slightly. "You have the scent of a demon... though faint."

There's a momentary look of surprise on Lucius's face, followed by a wry smile as he nods. "To be recognized at a glance... Your Highness Tiran's bodyguard is truly extraordinary. Indeed, my mother is of demon descent, but my own relationship with the Devildom is not significant. I hope Your Highness doesn't mind."

"Not at all," Tiran shrugs. "In fact, I quite like demons in certain aspects."

Indeed, it's not every day that someone's maid is an Inferno Demon.

But it's no wonder that Lucius has been able to attain a level of nine in both magic and martial arts. Demons have always excelled in talent in the realms of magic and combat, surpassing most races in this world. The only thing outnumbering them are the dragons.

The only concern Tiran has is Little Angel. When she was sealed of her power, she stubbornly provoked Mimi. He can't help but worry that she might attack Lucius.

Quietly holding onto a sacred covenant binding command, Tiran is ready to suppress her if Little Angel makes a move.

However, this time Little Angel surprises him with her unexpected restraint. She calmly sits on the chair with her hands placed on her knees, behaving like a well-behaved child, giving off an aura of obedience. Perhaps it's because she has spent some time with Mimi and her tolerance has increased.

"Thank you." Lucius was somewhat surprised. There had been some communication between the human realm and the Devildom, but the stereotypes left by the war between the two realms thousands of years ago were deeply ingrained. So, when most humans heard the word "Demon," they still unconsciously showed negative emotions such as aversion and fear.

"Let's get back on topic." Tiran pushed the letter from his father across the table to Lucius, "This is a personal letter from my father that he requested be delivered directly to the headmaster. And also... I want to join Milt Academy."

"I'll take the letter and deliver it to the headmaster, but... join the academy?" Lucius solemnly accepted the letter and then furrowed his brow, looking at Tiran, "Are you serious, Your Highness? With your abilities, there is no need for you to enroll in the academy."

"If I'm not a student, I can be a teacher," Tiran waved his hand, it didn't matter to her what role she stayed in as long as she could stay in the academy city.

"That's a possibility to consider." Lucius was also quite intrigued.

Based on the deeds spread by the Silver War Maiden and the relevant information obtained by the academy, Tiran's strength was no different from that of someone who had reached the Holy Rank threshold. As a combat academy, having a teacher of this level would be beneficial both for the prestige of the academy and for providing deeper guidance to the students.

"Wait... a teacher? Are you serious?"

Aya, who had been listening on the side, almost stumbled and almost fell over, asking through their contract while holding onto the wall. The princess as a teacher? Would she be dedicated to educating or just causing chaos? It felt like she couldn't rely on her given how she usually behaved at home!

But seeing Lucius's expression, it seemed he was seriously considering the feasibility of this matter.

"If Your Highness is willing to become a teacher in the academy, it would indeed be fortunate. Especially for students specializing in martial arts, they would certainly be able to learn a lot from Your Highness. In that case... how about Your Highness specifically teaching a swordsmanship class?"

"Uh, about that... let me think about it."

Now it was Tiran's turn to hesitate, a swordsmanship class? She considered herself not bad at swordsmanship, but the problem was that with her current level of strength, she probably couldn't even defeat a student in a one-on-one fight. What if she was revealed? That would be terrible!

"Then... Your Highness, take your time to consider?"

"No, what I mean is..." Tiran coughed awkwardly a few times, "Is there any position suited for me other than a swordsmanship teacher?"

"What do you mean, Your Highness?" Lucius asked curiously.

"For example, the role of the headmaster," Tiran hesitated for a moment and blurted out, "similar to the headmaster of the academy?"

Thud.

Aya bumped her head against the wall next to her. She couldn't bear to watch anymore. Even with the generosity of the lion, there should be limits! Asking for something like this was simply ludicrous! Princess, please don't have a brain freeze at a time like this!

Sure enough, Lucius's expression immediately changed.

But it seemed a little off. It didn't seem like anger or any other negative emotions due to dissatisfaction with Tiran's request. It seemed to be two or three parts of astonishment plus seven or eight parts... delight?

"Regarding this matter," Lucius rubbed his hands together, his tone somewhat subtle, which made Aya feel uneasy, "it must be unanimously voted on by the heads of departments and mentors, and it also needs the recognition of the Holy Triumvirate, so..."

"It's not possible, right?" Tiran almost couldn't wait to ask. Even with her terrible personality, she wouldn't be capable of trying to snatch the position of the headmaster as soon as she arrived. Her thought just now was truly a misfire.

Lucius suddenly let out a long sigh, like a deflated inflatable doll... Wait, what a damn metaphor, anyway, he sat back on the sofa like that.

"Your Highness misunderstood me. You possess the strength of Holy Rank and the reputation of a legendary powerhouse, as well as the record of defeating dragons and killing Holy Rank. The mentors should not have much objection to this matter. As for the recognition of the Holy Trinity..."

Not mentioning it would have been better. Just mentioning the Holy Rank made Lucius feel like he's going crazy. Although the three Holy Rankers founded the academy, the perspective of Holy Rank powerhouses itself is different from ordinary people. Establishing the academy was more of a whim than a sense of responsibility.

Until now, out of the three Holy Rankers who founded the academy, one had been studying magic in the Magic Society for a long time, one had been wandering outside and had disappeared without a trace, leaving only one who still served as the academy president.

"So... what about the remaining one?" Aya was curious and asked tentatively.

"He went missing a few days ago. Before leaving, he left a small note saying that he was not in a good mood and wanted to go out and play, and there has been no news since." Lucius covered his face and sounded desperate.

"..."

"What's the big deal? Princess number two?" Aya teased, but then Tiran slapped her on the head.

"There is currently no Holy Rank powerhouse in the academy. So, if Your Highness Tiran is willing to take on the position of the academy president, I believe everyone will agree." Lucius looked at Tiran with eager anticipation.

Aya suddenly remembered what Tiran had said to him about the "protagonist halo" back then.

Could it be that Princess is really the legendary protagonist?

Tiran was also stunned, with a face of disbelief. This plot development was too unexpected...

Years later, when Princess remembered this, she said to reporters:

I said I really am not being modest. I'm just a homebody who spends all my time at home. But occasionally, I manage to take down a dragon and capture an Angel. How can I become the president of the world's number one academy? But the dean of students said: The organization has already made a decision. You are the one who will become the academy president. So at that time, I recited these lines...

Endure... endure... endure what is not mine, not even a hair?

...

"Your Highness, this is the office of the academy president," Lucius led Tiran and the others to the center of the academy, where the office of the academy president, [Ivory Tower], was located.

It was actually the tallest tower in a castle, similar to Tiran's own bedroom in Gilliast Castle. With a height of about thirty meters, and with the location already on the highest ground, the circular office, after opening all the floor-to-ceiling windows, could give a panoramic view of the entire academy city without any dead angles.

Standing in front of the transparent crystal glass, looking into the distance, Princess fell into deep thought.

"I say, Aya... does that mean that from today onwards, I am the president of Milt Academy?"

"Seems like... yes." Aya answered silently, holding little Angel in the corner, and couldn't help but lament the unreasonable development in her heart.