Later in the day, the management and mentors of Milt Academy held an impromptu meeting and, with the help of Lucius, quickly passed the proposal for Tiran to serve as the interim headmaster. The resolution was formally announced to the entire student body later that afternoon, showcasing an impressively high level of efficiency.

- Especially causing the princess to be embarrassed.

Originally, Tiran had thought that following the normal procedure, appointing a new headmaster would take at least ten to fifteen days. However, the speed at which this was accomplished was beyond expectation. It was unclear how Lucius managed to convince all the mentors, but in the end, the result was that the inaugural speech of the headmaster was completely unprepared.

As a result, the atmosphere at the school assembly was exceptionally awkward.

"..." The princess stood on the stage, scanning the expectant faces of the students below with an expressionless gaze. A domineering aura suddenly emanated, but her hand, blocked by the magitech microphone stand, tightly clenched the edge with force, as if it was about to be crushed...

"So, starting from today, I, Tiran Elysian, will serve as the interim headmaster. Please take care of me."

Ending the inauguration speech with a cool one-liner, Silver War Maiden left the students with a charismatic figure and confidently left the stage.

Oh my god! I'm so panicked!

Just as Tiran walked to a secluded corner, she leaned against the wall and gasped for breath. This leadership role was really not something an ordinary person could handle, especially when all those students below were looking at her with worshipful gazes. Before, Tiran had been constantly thinking about what to do and how to handle it if she accidentally ruined the image of the Silver War Maiden.

"Although I don't mind your panicked state... Could you please shut down the contract next time you have a rich inner life?" Aya's pained voice echoed in her mind. "My brain is about to explode from the noise."

"Tsk, shouldn't it be my duty as a maid and protector to share joy and suffering with this young lady? My heart was about to burst on stage just now."

"I really don't understand what's there to be nervous about." Aya sighed. "As the princess, shouldn't giving speeches in public be a common occurrence for you?"

"Normally, I either exercise or read novels and manga while cooped up in the castle. It's really a disservice to the title of princess!"

"Never mind what I just said," Aya sighed. "But even so, I haven't seen you care about your own image when you're running around barefoot in the castle wearing a camisole."

"Nonsense, that's because everyone in the castle is familiar! And besides, this time we're indebted to Milt Academy and have been entrusted with the temporary role of headmaster. We absolutely must do well; otherwise, if it ruins Milt's image, what will they do?" Tiran rolled her eyes.

"But if we'll be staying at Milt for some time, these students will eventually become familiar... right? Especially since you are the headmaster, even if only temporarily."

"Don't worry, I'll just stay in my office all day and not come out. I don't believe any student would dare to forcefully barge into the Ivory Tower." Tiran was quite reassured.

...

"Even though you're the interim headmaster, there's no need for you to live in the office every day, Your Highness Tiran."

After a while, in front of the headmaster's office at the Ivory Tower, Lucius looked at Tiran, who was setting up a bed inside, with a baffled expression. "Although it's not as grand as Your Highness's castle, we have earnestly prepared a residence for you. There's no need for you to do this."

"A residence? Inside the academy city?" Tiran raised her head warily.

"Yes, right next to the student dormitory. Your Highness, you are around the same age as the students, so I believe living there would be more suitable for you, wouldn't it?"

"I think I'll stay in the office."

"Well... alright, I respect Your Highness's decision." Lucius's gaze at Tiran became strange, but he quickly remembered his purpose for coming. "By the way, what courses do you plan to teach, Your Highness?"

"Huh?"

"You... don't know? It's written in the manual given to you by the previous chancellor before your inauguration speech."

"Oh... oh, oh, you mean that... ha ha ha... I'm still considering..." Tiran awkwardly touched his head and smiled, glancing back at the thick leather-bound book that had previously been used as a pillow when he slept on the desk.

-The cover is of good quality, and it was quite comfortable to sleep on.

"Alright, I hope you can make a decision soon. You can inform me anytime once you've made up your mind," Lucius nodded.

After the dean of instruction left, Tiran quickly dove to his desk and flipped open the several hundred-page-long manual for the chancellor. -By the way, shouldn't the chancellor of this academy have always been the previous one? Who had the free time to create something like this? Is it deliberately trying to fool people?

"Hey Missy, it's not too late to regret now." Aya poked her head out from the side, glanced at the densely written words in the manual, and smirked.

"Hmph, stop talking nonsense. If you continue, the first thing I'll do as the chancellor is assign you to clean the toilets."

Tiran sneered, raised the manual, and smacked Aya's forehead. The several hundred pages, combined with the hard leather cover, had the effect of a solid brick. Three times the critical hit, the effect was outstanding! Aya became dizzy and fell to the ground, one hit kill!

"Well, the world is quiet now."

Her Highness the Princess folded her hands in satisfaction and lowered her head to continue reading the manual.

...

The daily work of the chancellor was unbelievably complex and insane.

But thinking about it, Milt Academy was not an ordinary institution. It was an autonomous territory outside of any country, the Gravina Autonomous Realm. The chancellor not only had to manage internal affairs of the academy but also the entire autonomous realm. Although Gravina's land and population were not large, it was essentially no different from a small kingdom.

By the way, did Father calculate all this and purposely sent me here to intern and prepare for the succession to the throne?

Her Highness the Princess suddenly thought of this possibility, and her face darkened.

"Old man, you're ruthless. Just wait and see!"

The contents introduced in the manual were divided into two parts, one for internal affairs and the other for the autonomous realm's management. After a quick glance through Tiran's mind, she already had a rough idea. When Granzon decided to pass the throne to her, he specially cultivated her in this aspect. Moreover, Gravina's situation was much simpler and clearer than a real country. There were no power struggles or noble disputes, as long as she focused on development and construction.

It was the affairs of the academy that were a bit more troublesome. Of course, the trouble wasn't with management but rather the matter Lucius had asked about earlier.

This was a regulation established when the academy was founded. In order to maintain the chancellor's understanding of the students by being among them, each chancellor must publicly teach at least one course.

Originally, this was an easy task for Tiran. After all, with her Holy Rank strength, the comprehension of Holy Rank rules was something these students who aimed to become stronger eagerly sought. As long as she casually threw out some teachings, regardless of whether the students could understand, she could easily fulfill her duties.

But now it's not suitable for me to engage in combat classes in my current situation. It's better to be safe than sorry. If some fool decides to challenge me, it would be a big problem. My Chi has recovered to about level five or six, which is the level of an intermediate knight. However, in the academy, the top 40 in the combat ranking are mostly high-ranked, which means they are at least level seven or above...

Of course, with my skills and understanding of power far surpassing these students, even if I am only at an intermediate level, I should be able to handle most of them. But if I come across someone stronger, it would definitely require some effort to win.

I don't care about losing face, but if I can't easily handle even one student, that would be like telling others that there's a problem with my strength.

It's distressing...

Fortunately, there is still room for me to maneuver here, and that is in the choice of courses.

In other words, it doesn't have to be limited to combat skills. Although Milt has established this academy as a place for combat training, nowadays, there is an emphasis on both internal and external cultivation. As students trained in the number one academy on the continent, it is also important for us to have some cultural cultivation. Therefore, the academy has also hired many masters in literature and the arts, as well as research institutions in magitech science.

"So, I've decided to teach cultural classes," Tiran picked up a pen and lightly wrote down some cultural course references from the manual.

At this moment, Aya, holding her head, got up from the ground and groggily saw what Tiran was writing. Unable to bear it, she laughed and said, "Cultural classes? Are you planning to teach a course on appreciating adult books? Hahaha!"

Before she could finish, she was hit with an elbow and a book attack, knocking her down again.

"It's not adult books. It's art, thank you."

First and foremost, Tiran should consider courses in mathematics and science. After all, according to the usual rules of sword and magic in a different world, the level of mathematics in a different world is basically limited to basic arithmetic and solving equations, while functions and geometry are at an incomprehensible level. As for science? Well, it's generally at a medieval level, with no understanding of Newton's three laws of motion and two iron balls landing simultaneously...

What a load of nonsense!

Ever since Tiran visited the capital of magitech, he lost confidence in his so-called modern scientific and cultural literacy. Although this world doesn't have nuclear bombs and airplanes, who the hell would believe that they can create magic-powered motorcycles and mechas without some scientific knowledge! At least a certain level of industrial expertise is needed for standardized production of components. Otherwise, are they going to have hundreds of craftsmen hammering out each piece with a hammer?

As for mathematics... Sorry, when Tiran was in the castle, he was curious and looked at similar content. How should I put it... Although it feels like there is no math genius like on Earth, all the basic content is there, and the system is surprisingly well-formed. There are also many things that I, a person who hasn't really studied math seriously since high school, can't understand.

So that road is blocked. Sigh, they said that a modern person transmigrating can use their modern knowledge to show off, but it's completely unreliable!

As for literature and the arts... If it comes to painting, Princess only knows how to doodle little person, she's completely clueless about musical instruments, and the best she can do in writing is an excellent essay for the exam... But there seems to be another way.

With an idea in mind, Tiran started writing and drawing on paper, and at the same time... the smile on his face gradually became mischievous, which made little Fei Zi, who was watching nearby, feel a chill. She thought to herself, this princess is laughing so wickedly, she's definitely not a good person.