"I didn't expect it, Aya. Despite looking like a young girl... no, a handsome young man, have you actually experienced such a tragic event? I want to write the word 'tragedy' on your leg, sob sob sob." The princess covered her face with one hand, with an expression of "poor thing".

"Why is it a girl... huh, now that you mention it, it does seem a bit... Aya, are you really a boy?" Feilin, who was sitting directly across from Aya, tilted her head and looked at him with suspicion.

"Can you guys just stop it already!" Aya felt the veins on his forehead pulsating, slammed the table, causing the cutlery on the table to jump. Luckily, the solid wooden table held up after a creaking sound.

"Well, um..."

Watching the three of them passionately discussing whether or not Aya was "circled and crossed," Petra, the obedient girl who couldn't get a word in, felt a bit overwhelmed. She couldn't keep up with the leaps in their thinking. Weren't they just discussing what to eat earlier? How did it turn into this topic!

And listening to the focus of the three people beside her, is it really okay? Shouldn't we be questioning why Aya, who looks like he's only about sixteen years old, was in the Misty Gorge in the south sixty years ago?! "Oh, this? Because he's a Dragon," the princess suddenly realized Petra's question and casually pointed at Aya.

"Uh... no wonder he's so powerful. So, Aya, who is a Dragon, can I ask for your guidance in the future?" Feilin touched her nose and her eyes became even brighter. "By the way, the academy director came to the academy riding on Aya's back a few days ago, right?"

"I really hope you could phrase it in a way that is not so easily misunderstood..." Aya had a mournful face and couldn't be bothered to argue anymore.

"Wait a minute! Aya, are you a dragon?!" The girl was shocked twice, and now even Petra, who was usually calm, was surprised.

"Is it so surprising that I'm a Dragon? The headmaster is a Demon, and there are also exchange students from the Orc and Elf races in the academy. I thought it wouldn't be that big of a deal," Aya asked curiously.

"It's not the same. Even though the demi-humans and Demons are considered outsiders in the human world, they have become familiar through years of interaction. But Dragons, they are not only rare in number but have also been practically invisible in recent years. It's unusual." Petra explained weakly.

"More importantly, I'm more interested in what happened afterwards. How about it, Aya, have you been..." "I've told you it's impossible!" Aya almost went crazy again, but luckily at this moment, the waiter brought the newly ordered honey roasted chicken wings, which calmed Aya's anger. He grabbed a fork and greedily gnawed on a wing, even crushing the bones in frustration.

"So, it was Headmaster Xila who saved Aya back then, right?" After the surprise, Petra became curious about the previous headmaster's gossip. She was also quite interested in it, and she wouldn't miss the opportunity to hear about it.

"It's... kind of... even if she didn't come, I wouldn't have been in any trouble." Aya muttered discontentedly. Well, recalling the image of that sister kicking open the iron gate was quite cool.

Chatting gossip at the dinner table must be a tradition passed down by someone. It seemed like chatting and gossiping during a meal was the best accompaniment. Even a princess couldn't escape this tradition, bringing along a dragon and a fire demon...

Two days ago, the newly appointed dean and his three assistants began eagerly preparing for the Academy's martial arts festival. For the princess, who was used to laziness in her work, it was exhausting.

"I'd rather go into battle 800 times..." said the princess.

After a tiring day of work, the exhausted princess proposed finding a place to relax before going back to rest. Aya and Feilin immediately agreed, and when Petra saw that all three of them were on board, she awkwardly joined them as well.

It was getting late, and the dormitories within the academy had already passed curfew. Most of the students had returned to their dorms, with only a few staying in the city or renting houses.

In a city primarily populated by students, the absence of students naturally made it quiet and deserted. The streets were sparsely populated, with only lonely streetlights, giving it an eerily serene atmosphere.

But it was only at this time that Tiran dared to come out, otherwise he would have been surrounded by students from all directions.

- Well, this happened just the day before. That afternoon, Aya and I went out to find a restaurant to try something different. For a better view, we deliberately chose seats near the street-side floor-to-ceiling windows. As a result, we immediately became the subject of relentless gaze and a group of students gathered around, creating several layers of separation behind the glass, giving Tiran a taste of what it's like to be a celebrity.

- Well... maybe more like being observed like a panda? The princess sighed helplessly, feeling that even her actions of holding a fork and knife could be criticized, and she couldn't take it any longer.

- It would be better to come out later, like now, sitting at a roadside eatery, listening to the night breeze, enjoying chicken wings and a glass of chilled beer...

"Put down my chicken wings, or else I'll bite you to death!"

When Aya's gaze turned hostile as she reached for the second chicken wing, her eyes flashed with small fangs... dragon fangs.

"Tsk..." Tiran reluctantly withdrew his hand, "In the end, I'm the one paying."

"Don't forget who caused me to use all my money to pay off debts!" Aya countered, feeling justified. On the other hand, she couldn't believe she was able to refute the princess so resolutely. She couldn't help but be moved to tears by her own achievement.

"Ah... by the way, Aya, your relationship with the dean is really good, huh..." Petra tried to act as a buffer, but she was also secretly curious about the nature of their relationship. It couldn't be a simple superior-subordinate relationship. Hmm, I really want to know...

"By the way, Aya, you didn't finish your story earlier. After that, what happened with Dean Saira?" Feilin raised her hand and asked.

"After that?" Aya paused while biting into the chicken wing, her expression filled with bitterness. "Some things are better left in the past..."

...

"Tha-thank you."

After looking at the two people knocked unconscious by the big sister who drew her sword to help the innocent, Aya jumped off the wooden crate she had been tied to and tapped her feet on the ground, trying to shake off the stiffness in her body.

My body is still weak... and those two guys on the ground seemed to have drugged me. My mind isn't clear right now.

"Well, no need to thank me. After all, I'm at least a hero. How could I allow such things to happen under my nose?" The big sister who stood up for justice maintained her smiling expression, and with a flick of her fingertip, a faint stream of light enveloped Aya, quickly replenishing her magic and Chi.

Relieved, Aya let out a sigh and carefully examined the big sister in front of her.

Rare gray-blue long hair with a wavy texture, giving off an enchanting vibe. She wears a blue wizard hat on her head and a silver-lined blue magic robe that is also in the style of a mage, but the inner lining of the clothes has obviously been modified to fit the female figure. The opening of the collar is slightly lowered, revealing deep cleavage, and the waist is cinched, outlining tempting curves. The hem is shorter than a traditional robe, resembling more of a short skirt, revealing a pair of slender and shapely thighs.

She appears to be around twenty-six or twenty-seven years old, but the expression in her eyes reveals a sense of inexplicable world-weariness. Seductive and composed, two completely different qualities seamlessly blend together.

Feeling uncomfortable under the gaze of the beauty in front of her, Aya suddenly feels uneasy. "Um... if there's nothing else, I'll go first?"

"Yawn... Little sister, are you going to leave just like that? I saved your life, you know. Don't you want to leave something as a reward? Sister is very sad."

"What! Didn't you say no thanks were necessary? You promised to help when someone's in trouble!"

"Well, can't I change my mind? There's no rule that says a hero has to help for free. Just think about it, if I didn't come to help you, you would have been sold to some slave trader by these two guys and ended up being priced and sold to some perverted nobleman. Ah, maybe you wouldn't have to wait that long. I observed that this guy was planning to lay his hands on you..."

"How could I let such a thing happen!" Aya instinctively blushed and shrieked, "As long as I-"

Her voice abruptly stopped.

"Go on, continue. As long as you transform back into a dragon, dealing with these two guys would be a piece of cake, right? Cute little dragon?"

...

"Incredible, to be one of the Three Holy Ones, able to see through Dragon's transformation magic." Petra marveled.

"And then? What happened next? Come on, spill the beans!"

When Tiran, upon hearing that the dean was a well-built older sister, raised his eyebrows discontentedly, he grabbed Aya's collar and asked.

"What are you so concerned about..." Aya was surprised by the sudden displeasure of the princess, "You said in your notes that humans are cunning and treacherous. Once you reveal your dragon form, you'll attract covetousness. So I thought it would be better to strike first..."

And then, she was put on the rack.

At that time, Aya was even weaker than now, and facing a veteran Holy Rank was naturally defeated in one move. Fortunately, Xeira had no intention of harming him at the time, but merely took him back to Mirt Academy as a teaching tool for magic for a while...

Although she didn't endure much torture, Aya felt that period of time was the most humiliating of her life and she would never experience it again...

"Why does this plot sound so familiar?" Tiran grinned wickedly.

"...Shut up. After that, I felt very upset, so I found an opportunity to explode the academy's treasury and took some things with me... Well, that's about it."

Aya touched her cheek and said embarrassedly, "Of course, I know it's not right. I'll apologize when I have the chance."

"Hold on, so are you saying that the dragon that attacked the academy decades ago was Aya?" Petra widened her eyes.

Today's information influx is a bit overwhelming, and the girl admits that she is having a hard time accepting it.