Aya, who successfully broke through and obtained the ultimate buff, mercilessly continued to press towards the enemy's high ground.

Facing the situation of facing a group of five Milt members and teammates who had not yet recovered, even if Judicator could fight against five, he couldn't save the situation. Furthermore, he didn't think he had the ability to fight against five.

"Temple Church, surrender."

Standing in front of his own crystal on the high ground, Judicator smiled bitterly, shrugged his shoulders, and casually raised his hand to signal the referee.

On the Milt side, victory was achieved, but there was no expected joy. Everyone in the group returned to the rest room under the stage with complex expressions. It was indeed not easy to win, but there was no sense of achievement in winning this time.

They relied on Tiran's pre-game strategy to gain an advantage, and later unexpectedly got into a fight with Aya. It took all five of them to barely break through the defense, which was really discouraging their confidence.

Meanwhile, in the audience seats, Princess Coco took out a comic book from somewhere and didn't even look up when she heard the announcement of Milt's victory.

"Um, Princess, Milt Academy won," Coco reminded from the side.

"Of course," closing the comic book, Tiran remained calm, as if an old monk was in deep meditation. "Just Temple Church. Besides, this lady is personally serving as the coach. It's surprising to lose."

"That's true, but deep down, I bet you're already thinking about aimless things, right? By the way, what is the s9 championship?"

Aya's resentful voice filled the contract.

"A big dragon should act like a big dragon. Don't ask so many questions, just endure the beatings and hand over the buff obediently," Tiran said in a serious tone.

"Damn idiotic dragon, it's obviously a stupid dragon!" Aya couldn't help but raise her voice, "Why should I be the one waiting here to get beaten up!"

"Because you scared the little guy who was originally supposed to be in this position."

"...I know." Aya fell silent for a moment, "But, it should be fine by now. The next game, that guy can play."

"No, the poor Chimera has been traumatized by you. Now it's in a self-quarantine." Tiran waved his finger.

"...Actually, you just wanted to see me fight in a maid costume, right?" Aya took a deep breath and asked seriously.

"Yes. Aya, it's been so long since you've worn girls' clothes that I almost forgot what you really look like."

Princess Coco, you truly are amazing. Aya felt like crying at how unreasonably straight you were.

"Well, don't be discouraged. Just think of it as wearing a maid costume for your beloved Miss."

Beloved...?

Aya was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and suddenly remembered Tiran Miss who sat next to her last night. Her cheeks suddenly flushed.

She regretted not opening her eyes at that time, even if it was just a narrow glimpse!

She was used to seeing Tiran's usual hooligan attitude too much. Aya had almost never heard Tiran speak in that slightly shy tone, and especially not towards her.

Hmm... Let's imagine the scene if I had opened my eyes at that time:

Miss Tiran climbed out of bed, tiptoed down the stairs, and came to my side, bending down to observe my sleeping face. Because she woke up in the middle of the night, there was still a trace of tiredness on her face. With one hand, she brushed aside the strands of hair that obstructed her view due to her lowered head, and there was a hint of moisture in her eyes.

"Aya, I like you."

AWSL!

After spending several months with Tiran, Aya had gotten used to her carefree attitude and almost forgot that Princess Tiran was actually a super adorable girl when seen from a normal person's perspective.

Covering her flushed face, steam began to rise from Aya's head, and her brain shut down.

"Aya, Aya?" Tiran suddenly noticed the silence on the other end of their contract and asked, puzzled.

"What were you doing just now, Your Highness?"

Noticing Tiran's sudden distracted state, Coco reached out and waved in front of Tiran's eyes.

"Huh? Oh, it's nothing. I was just spacing out."

Tiran coughed twice and answered.

However, Coco didn't let it go as easily as expected. Instead, she stared at Tiran with dissatisfaction:

"You've done this several times before when you were with me... Your Highness was chatting with Miss Aya just now, right >_<!"

"Well..."

"Even though I'm sitting right in front of you, you're still chatting with Miss Aya. I guess I can't compare to her in your heart, can I?"

Coco curled up into a ball, hugging her knees in frustration, while Silvexin became flustered and tried to comfort her.

The princess was dumbfounded. Was this triggering a shura field plot?

After finally calming things down, Tiran couldn't help but feel mentally exhausted. What kind of situation was this? She couldn't help but admire the male leads in harem novels.

After all, if one could really solve all the troubles by saying "You are all my wings" like in a harem novel, what use was there for a wooden knife?

Thinking back to the time when she impulsively ran to Aya and said those words, Tiran's own thoughts became a bit confused.

What was she thinking at that time? It seemed like she said it subconsciously, like eating or drinking water...

By the way, would that count as a confession?

In the end, what were her feelings for Aya? Until now, Tiran still couldn't confirm the sincerity of those feelings.

"It's a good thing Aya didn't hear it (It's a good thing Tiran doesn't know I heard it)"

- At this moment, the thoughts of the master and servant unexpectedly aligned.

Because the team matches were single elimination, there were only a few matches in total, and the schedule was relatively relaxed. After the match between Milt and Temple Church ended, there was still nearly an hour of halftime break.

Of course, for the two teams about to take the stage, this break time was only for adjusting their state.

"The next match is also the last match of the day. Luminary Academy versus Karuoran will begin in one minute. Please have the players enter the arena."

Beams of light representing teleportation lit up, and the ten players appeared one after another in their respective fountains.

Judging by the enthusiasm of the audience, this final match of the day was even higher than the previous matches between higher ranked academy teams.

After all, both teams were not human, so there was no racial bias in their treatment. The support was direct and without any distinction. Moreover, most of the audience were humans, and they didn't often have the opportunity to see high-level battles between different races.

Most importantly...

"I didn't realize Luminary had so many girls?" Tiran was shocked in the audience.

One, two, three, four... among the five Orcs on stage, there were four girls, a cat girl, a wolf girl, a fox girl, and a donkey that almost looked like a rabbit, but was incredibly captivating... It was a paradise of beast-eared girls.

"It's just a group of imperfectly evolved beasts, what's so surprising about that."

"Don't say that! Look at all the beast girls in the manga, aren't they cute?" The princess tried to correct Coco's flawed thinking.

"Manga is manga, anyone who seeks reality in manga must have something wrong with their brain..."

Coco pouted and muttered.

You're right, I can't argue against that.

"Well, maybe you should try to understand them a bit. Most elves actually don't like orcs." Aya's voice echoed in his mind.

"Oh, you're still here?" Tiran paused, recalling his impulsive confession last night, feeling somewhat guilty.

"Well, there's still time, and the competition hasn't started yet. We can't just stare blankly forever, can we? That would really make us look like foolish dragons."

Listening to Aya's complaint, Tiran inexplicably felt a hint of emptiness in her tone, as if he had just felt that way himself?

Perhaps it was just his imagination.

"Oh, by the way, what did you mean by the relationship between elves and orcs?"

"Elves and such are actually a bunch of arrogant and awkward individuals. To be honest, there aren't many races that get along well with them." Aya yawned.

"Like dragons?" Tiran's expression suddenly became comical, "So have orcs done the same thing with you guys?"

Elf x Orc stuff, they're frequent visitors to the adult section of the bookstore. It's a pity that many of the male orcs are the handsome type with a touch of wild beauty, or else it would be even more visually appealing.

"Can we not talk about this?" Aya made a face as if she was going to vomit blood.

"No choice, you brought it up, so I'm just letting my thoughts wander a bit." Tiran shrugged mischievously.

"Please, someone save you from this thinking direction molded by adult books." Aya pulled at the corners of her mouth, "It's not for that reason at all."

If you take a look at the world map of the Western Continent, it's easy to see that the orc kingdom is adjacent to the plains and grasslands where the elves live in the Frost Forest.

The orc civilization is not a primitive tribe that stays at a low level, but compared to humans who have started developing industry with the help of magitech machinery, they are still behind in this aspect.

Moreover, the orc population is several orders of magnitude higher than the elves, who have a weaker reproductive ability, and it is simply impossible to sustain their daily lives purely through natural gathering like the elves do.

Therefore, the pillar industries of the orc kingdom are agricultural activities led by herbivorous orcs and animal husbandry led by carnivorous orcs. However, to develop these industries, a large amount of arable land and pastures are inevitable.

Long ago, during The Second Legendary War, humans joined forces with dragons to defeat the orc, elf, and dwarf coalition, so for a long time, orcs didn't dare to provoke humans.

The hills where the dwarves live are rich in mineral resources, but the land is too barren for farming and animal husbandry. The only direction they can expand into is the Frost Forest.

Clearcutting for farmland and overgrazing have destroyed large areas of the forest, leading to constant friction between orcs and elves over the years, eventually evolving into the current situation where they can't stand each other.

"That's really unfortunate..." Tiran tilted his head.

"So now you understand that it's your humans' fault!"

"Well, it wasn't me..." Tiran muttered, then turned his gaze back to the Summoner's Rift.

In the blink of an eye, the battle on the arena officially began.