"Prince Tiran is really something! He clearly promised to provide tactical guidance, but he just ignores everything. So irresponsible!"

In the living room, Petra ended her three-minute rant with the last sentence. She took the cup of tea handed to her by the thoughtful little angel and drank it all in one gulp, as if she had just downed a glass of strong liquor. She slammed the cup on the table, still pouting with anger.

Aya and Tiran sat obediently on the side, keeping their hands on their knees and bowed their heads, too scared to speak, completely intimidated by Petra's presence.

They never thought that Petra, who had always been a quiet and studious student, could be so terrifying when angry. She was like a fierce lioness ready to pounce.

Why am I being scolded along with Tiran when it's clearly his fault? Aya, who was lowering her head, suddenly realized something important. She raised her head to say something and then join little Angel at the back, but when she met Petra's resentful eyes, she immediately lowered her head and retreated.

Why are human females so scary, one after another?

The Golden Dragon considered this to be very un-Darwinian, considering that he was supposed to be at the top of the food chain.

...Though the Golden Dragon himself seemed to be un-Darwinian in the first place.

"I'm sorry, I was wrong."

The princess apologized promptly, acknowledging that she had indeed been negligent. After finishing the mission discussion with the Gaia Institute people, she completely forgot about providing tactical guidance.

As a result, in the individual battles these past few days, several representatives from the Milt Institute completely fought on their own, relying solely on their individual skills. Fortunately, their absolute strength was evident, coupled with the fact that individual ability was more prominent in one-on-one situations. So they still managed to secure a spot in the final team competition.

"That's not right." Tiran suddenly raised an eyebrow, discovering a blind spot. "Aren't I just an external tactical advisor? You should have a coach, right? Where are they?"

"Professor Krenweil was seriously injured on the night of the Black Elf attack. Although there was no danger to his life with the help of healing magic, his body is still weak. As for the other teacher, Yasuo, he's even more unreliable than you, Prince Tiran. We don't know where he went off to have fun now."

That's really embarrassing... I'm the one getting scolded, but I don't know how to argue with that. Tiran suddenly realized.

...Wait, Professor Yasuo?

Oh well, even when it comes to tactical guidance, Tiran himself is actually quite helpless. Looking back on her experience of picking up a sword and starting to fight, it seems that she has relied on her super strength to fight alone all the way. It's really difficult for her to think about tactics.

Well, why don't you find other teachers from the institute? That's what Tiran wanted to say.

But...

"Sigh, even former Dean Ciella, why are all the strong ones unwilling to take responsibility seriously..."

I have to disagree with that. When it comes to being strong, that Elf King guy is definitely the type who takes responsibility seriously.

And speaking of Ciella, although her reputation has improved quite a bit because of her association with the Master of Cold Garments, she still can't possibly be worse than her when it comes to a sense of responsibility. The princess clenched her fist discreetly.

"Alright, I understand. I'll take care of the upcoming team competition."

Tiran gave a thumbs up to Petra and patted her nearly nonexistent bosom, showing a confident smile.

...

"Well, even though I've made big promises, I really am not good at this kind of thing."

Half an hour later, in a small training room inside the academy castle on Lakeheart Island, Tiran sat on a bench where students rested, holding her head and contemplating.

At this moment, the door of the training room was knocked on, and several students from the Milt team rushed in and lined up.

"Your Highness Tiran, Milt team, five main players, one substitute, six people in total, all present and ready for instructions!" The tallest and biggest guy slammed his tower shield onto the floor and loudly said with a booming voice that echoed in the enclosed training room.

"Ruur, you don't have to be so loud..." Tiran glanced at them, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

All six of them were dressed in Milt's custom battle attire, each melee class had their own unique style, such as the shield warriors with reinforced armor and the gunners pursuing speed. As for the magic class, they all wore the same moon-white robes, with shorter hemlines than traditional robes and equipped with decent defensive spells. They each carried their preferred weapons, ready to compete at any moment.

However, compared to their fully armed appearance, Princess Tiran, who was still wearing a shirt and jeans, seemed too casual.

"By the way, aren't we just discussing tactics? There's no need to be so formal, right?"

"Huh? Isn't that what you requested, Your Highness? That's what Petra told us before." Joshua said dubiously, weighing his short staff made of walnut wood and aquamarine diamonds in his hand.

"That was me," Petra replied with a serious face, "After the discussion, we'll immediately practice to improve efficiency."

"Do we really have to be in such a hurry? We still have a day to rest tomorrow..." Tiran weakly said.

"It's precisely because we only have one day left that we need to hurry! You should know that the teachers from other academies must have already observed their opponents and improved their tactics during the individual matches. We haven't prepared anything in this regard!".

Wow...the princess is actually completely dominated by the students. Aya glanced at Tiran, her expression complicated.

As for Tiran himself, he felt even more complicated. How could this happen? Petra, aren't you the considerate little cotton jacket that I love?

"Alright, Your Highness, let's get started quickly."

Joshua pushed up his glasses helplessly, reminding everyone.

"Well..." Tiran pondered for a moment, looked at everyone and said, "In that case, Ruur, protect the mage output; Petra and... what's his name..."

"Torea." The swordsman raised his hand expressionlessly.

"Oh, Torea, protect both flanks. And the gunner over there, Maelen, find an opportunity to target the enemy's backline. Alright, done. Aya, let's go."

Then he was grabbed by his collar.

Tiran turned stiffly and revealed an awkward smile. "Is...is there something else?"

"Your Highness, can't you take this more seriously?" Petra couldn't help raising his voice.

As Petra opened his mouth in a barrage against Tiran, the five teammates behind him couldn't help but feel a tingling sensation in their spines. They had a hard time believing it when they heard that Petra had gone straight to Tiran's villa to find him, and now it seemed to be completely true.

But on the other hand, Tiran's tactics were indeed as good as not having been said at all. For someone like Milt... no, even for those who have studied in the Battle Academy or joined adventurer teams, teamwork and coordinated combat were basic common sense.

"Aya, save me..." The pitiful princess looked at Aya.

"...How can I save you when you agreed to it yourself?" Aya helplessly spread her hands and left with an encouraging word, turning to exchange feelings with Xiao Feizi.

Hopeless, the princess silently turned around and gave up struggling completely.

Is it fortunate among misfortunes? In fact, during the individual matches of the past four days, she had also watched quite a few matches of students from seven colleges who would ultimately participate in the team matches.

After all, in the Martial Arts Festival of the colleges, there weren't many true professional fighters. Most of the exciting games were performed by students from certain super colleges.

"Well, let's cheer up and do the coach's job seriously!"

Tiran slapped his cheeks and tried to gather his spirits.

Tactical analysis is actually not that complicated. It's just about gathering information about the enemy and one's own side, then presenting each side's conditions one by one, using one's advantages to neutralize the enemy's advantages, avoiding one's own disadvantages, and ensuring that one has more means than the enemy in the end.

But when it comes to actually doing it, who knows how difficult it is.

Moreover, collecting information on the opponent is not something that can be easily done.

"Well, we can take our time and organize it slowly." Joshua took out a piece of paper from the inner pocket of his robe. "This is the schedule for the team matches. Let's consider the situation of the first opponent first."

"Oh, it seems like you did well in the individual matches," commented Tiran.

The team match schedule is determined based on the performance in the individual matches. There are a total of seven positions, with the exception of the first position. The remaining positions two, four, and six form one group, while positions three, five, and seven form another group. They challenge each other in order, starting from the lowest rank. For example, the first battle is the seventh challenging the fifth, and the winner continues to challenge upwards while the loser is eliminated.

The winners of the two groups will fight, and the winner will compete against the first place in the final.

Milt's position is second, which means they can wait for the challenge at ease. In addition, the first position is held by the Gaixia Academy, with whom they had some encounters a few days ago.

"It should have been the first position if it weren't for the absence of the two senior sisters..." sighed Miren, somewhat dissatisfied.

"Enough talking. Even if the senior sisters are back now, they won't be able to participate in the battle. It's better to focus and prepare well," Joshua tapped Miren.

"Our opponents can also be guessed. The team representing Temple Church is probably our opponents in this group, and as for the other group, it depends on who is stronger between Gaoluolan Academy and Lóngyue," Petra pointed to the situation of the other group on the paper.

"Don't the sixth and seventh places deserve to have names?" Tiran smirked. They hadn't considered the possibility of a dark horse at all.

"There's no way." Lule shrugged. "In the past five Martial Arts Festivals, there hasn't been a single dark horse. After all, most of the participating colleges are teams from various kingdoms in the Western Continent. The scale of enrollment and the number of talents are not in the same league as our colleges, including Milt."

That's true.

Tiran smirked. The best result of Milanía's Royal Knight Academy seems to be seventh place. Every time they participate in the Martial Arts Festival, their goal is to enter the team matches...

"Then let's first consider how to deal with the Church," Tiran began to search in his mind the personal battles he had seen the Temple Church team participate in.

Just like what Lúxiù had mentioned, without exception, the Church team always uses light-based powers, and the setup is quite simple: three holy knights, an offensive and defensive priest, and a sacred light shepherd.

"And there's also a trainee Judicator from the Judiciary that needs the most attention," Tiran reminded.

After watching his match, his style doesn't resemble that of a righteous church at all. Rather, it's more like an assassin or a killer. Swift as the wind, clean and neat in his strikes, he can quickly find the weak spot and win against opponents of equal strength.

However, other aspects are just average. If we can restrict the performance of that Judicator, our chances of winning will be quite high.

After a brief consideration, taking into account the abilities of the players on Milt's side, a set of strategies gradually took shape.

Just then, someone knocked on the door of the training room.

"Prince Tiran, Joshua, I assume you're both here?"