Looking at the door that was abruptly closed by the boss in front of them, the five people on the street looked at each other stupefiedly. Just then, a gust of night wind blew by, and the sound of the wind added a touch of melancholy...

"Hey... what's going on? How come they're closing? We haven't eaten anything yet!"

The bewildered college president paused for a few seconds before realizing that he was still hungry. He waved his small fist in protest, unwilling to accept it. However, the light coming from the windows on the ground floor went out the next second.

Haha... how pitiful. Feilin and Petra, standing behind, watched the former college president futilely pounding on the door, almost unable to hold back their laughter.

Staring--

Xie Aila suddenly turned around to see Feilin pushing the already yawning Petra towards the student dormitory. The other person, whom she hadn't paid much attention to before, also followed Tiran and leisurely headed back towards the main building of the college.

"Ah, they're going back, they're going back. It's already so late, I'm so tired."

"Eh... eh? Wait, wait a minute! Don't leave yet! We're still hungry!"

...

Ten minutes later, in the college president’s office.

Aya, with an exhausted expression, stirred the pot of soup in front of him. After a while, he lifted the long chopsticks in his hand, and the noodles had already wrapped themselves around the chopsticks, floating in the soup with scattered egg and green onion flowers, forming a vortex in the pot. Bubbles occasionally rose from the bottom of the pot.

"Uh... it seems like I really can't do it."

According to Xie Aila, she seemed to have been holed up in the hotel conducting some research until tonight and forgot about time. Only when she came to her senses did she realize that she hadn't eaten for who knows how many days.

Although as a Holy Rank expert, she would not starve to death directly, she was still a human after all. Even if she could absorb Magic elements directly from the outside world to some extent, it was impossible to completely replace food.

Unfortunately, after searching for a while in the middle of the night, they couldn't find any open restaurants. The only one that was still open kicked them out. If they continued like this, the esteemed Holy Rank might faint from hunger on the street.

In the end, Tiran couldn't bear to watch anymore and planned to have Aya sneak into the college kitchen warehouse to steal something to eat, but Xie Aila stopped him.

"Go... go back to our office. We have our own emergency rations."--That's what she said at the time.

At first, Tiran didn't believe it, because since taking on the role of college president, Lucius had repeatedly emphasized that no food was allowed in the office. At first, Tiran was curious why he stressed it so seriously, but now it seemed... it turned out he had previous experience?

Sure enough, the former college president easily pushed open the heavy solid wood desk and lifted the carpet. From a hidden compartment underneath, he took out something that Tiran was extremely familiar with: tightly sealed... instant noodles.

Oh my god, does this world really have this kind of thing? Princess, for the first time, was completely bewildered. It was really too exaggerated, right? It was really hard to imagine why someone in this world was so bored that they would invent these things.

As for the sealed package that looked like pickled vegetables and the glass bottle that resembled Lao Gan Ma chili sauce, the princess began to console herself in her heart that there were too many absurd things in this world, and there was no need to care.

Aya, on the other hand, didn't pay any attention to these things at all. Instead, he was more worried about whether he would be recognized... until Tiran handed him the pile of things to deal with.

As a complete novice in cooking, Aya looked down at the pile of food and makeshift kitchen utensils that had been forcibly shoved into his arms and felt that he was more suited to sit at the dining table and wait for people to feed him.

Fortunately, cooking these pieces of bread is relatively simple. Just cook the noodles until they're soft, then sprinkle in the pre-packaged seasoning and mix well. Even Aya can make it edible, barely.

Speaking of which... Are those two people over there alright?

Aya secretly turned her head to take a glance at Princess Sylphia and Celia, who were sitting on the sofa a dozen steps behind her, chatting about something. It seems like they've set up some sort of soundproof barrier, because she can't hear a thing.

Of course, whatever they're talking about has nothing to do with her. What's more important is ensuring that she won't be recognized by that principal.

She couldn't help but recall the time when she was pinned down by Celia in Milt Academy several decades ago, serving as a teaching prop. Aya shuddered... Why does she always run into these terrifying women!

As she turned off the stove, Aya let out a sigh. With one hand, she tidied up the utensils, while the other gently touched the sakura-colored hair falling by her cheek. She then glanced down at the ample bosom in front of her.

Ah, for emergencies, she used Mimi's appearance as a template for transformation. Hopefully, this disguise will be enough to fool everyone. It should be fine... as long as that guy Tiran doesn't mess things up.

Picking up the pot of steaming noodles, Aya walked over. It seemed like the conversation between Tiran and Celia had just ended.

"Finally, it's ready. I'm starving."

As Celia caught a whiff of the aroma, her eyes lit up. She quickly jumped up from the couch with a spin, practically snatching the pot from Aya's hands. She rushed back to the table, slurping the noodles with gusto, all the while complaining, "Why isn't there any pickled vegetables?!"

Although it was just instant noodles and Aya's cooking skills were nothing special, this simple food didn't require much expertise. After adding the seasoning and vegetables, the fragrance naturally wafted out as it cooked. Smelling that familiar aroma, Tiran couldn't help but inhale deeply through his flaring nostrils.

"Hey, what were you two talking about?"

Aya asked with a hint of concern in their contract. She had been tricked by Princess Sylphia before, so she had to be more careful this time.

"Don't worry, I didn't mention anything about you."

Tiran snorted dismissively. "To be honest, I'm not fond of this person either, so let's keep it under wraps."

"Not fond of her? Why?"

Aya was taken aback. This was something new. According to what she knew, Tiran and Celia didn't have any past conflicts. In fact, they didn't even know each other before. One was a genius warrior, and the other was an old monster who had lived for at least a hundred years.

"Tsk, it's because... ah, forget it. Stop asking so many questions. The bottom line is that it has nothing to do with you!"

Princess Sylphia instinctively wanted to answer, but immediately stopped herself when she realized what she was about to say.

"What's there to hide?" Aya spread her hands in helplessness. "I've already told you about my previous troubles. It's not like you're jealous because of that, right? Don't forget, I'm just a mere servant, and according to what you said, we'll have no relationship once the contract is terminated in a few months."

"...". Princess Sylphia was initially a little embarrassed, but when she heard the last half of Aya's sentence, a certain remark that was about to come out of her mouth was swallowed back.

Initially, dragging this person back to the castle was just a spur-of-the-moment decision after witnessing him flirting with a group of dragon slayers. She never intended to have much interaction. But now, it seems like the one-year agreement was a bit too short...

A tinge of regret welled up in Princess Sylphia's heart.

"Huff... I'm alive!"

At that moment, there was a loud clang from the table next to them. Celia casually placed the soup pot on the table, and it was now completely empty, not a drop of broth left. It seems like she was really starving... How can she eat so quickly without burning her mouth?

"Thank you, Miss Maid! Although the noodles are overcooked and the side dish was added too early, the taste is just average... Well, it's not a big deal at a time like this."

"The rest of your words are unnecessary!" Aya's eyes twitched. Damn it, this guy doesn't seem to have an ounce of gratitude! And why is he so picky about eating noodles!

"Now that my stomach is full, let's talk about business." Siria wiped her mouth with the napkin handed to her by Aya and spoke seriously, "Even if we didn't meet you today, I was planning to come back in a few days."

"Alright, no problem. The handover of work can be done anytime, and I have found two assistants for you." Tiran nodded eagerly. Finally, she's back. She has been exhausted these past few days, with so many affairs to handle regarding the martial arts competition. She almost couldn't keep up, and it even gave her a sense of déjà vu from her high school days, as if she had skipped several years of her life.

"That's not what I meant..." Siria touched her nose and said somewhat hesitantly, "How about this, let's make a deal. You continue to be the principal, and I only need the seal to access the office funds..."

The princess's face turned dark.

"So, you mean you want me to continue working for you and also take money from me?"

"Oh... don't put it that way, Your Highness. At least I'm a Holy Rank, and didn't you just say that you need protection from Milt Academy? I should contribute something to Milt, right?" Feeling overwhelmed by the princess's aura for a moment, Siria quickly waved her hand to explain.

"That's not a valid reason. Firstly, I'm seeking protection from Milt Academy, not from you personally. This matter should be decided by Lucius, who will actually be managing the academy after you leave. Secondly, even as the principal, you have no reason to demand that others take up the responsibilities that you were supposed to bear. Moreover, someone who has already given up the role of principal is not qualified to say such things, right?"

Tiran used 【Death Stare】 on Siria, and its effect was excellent.

Aya, on the other hand, caught a glimpse of something. Hmmm... when it comes down to it, aren't you just trying to shift the blame onto others? You immediately become sharp-witted, logical, and righteous at times like this. No wonder you are the legendary Silver War Maiden.

"Alright, forget about the funds then. Let's pretend we never met. Is that okay?"

Siria felt a bit overwhelmed and quickly retreated.

But it was too late to withdraw at this point. How could the princess, who had been tormented by various academy affairs for several days, easily let go of this opportunity to shift the blame?

Just as Siria was retreating, a familiar, gentle male voice came from outside the principal's office. However, the emotions contained in the voice were full of anger.

"Siria! Have you finally decided to come back?!"

"Lucius?! How did he know I was here?!" The former principal was surprised.

"Oh, you mean this? Of course, Petra informed him when she went back." The princess had a mischievous smile on her face.

Tiran, you calculated me!

Just kidding, how could I let you get away after waiting so long for you to show up yourself? (ーー゛)