In the side hall on the first floor of the castle, Tiran appeared in such an occasion for the rarest of times. He sat in the main seat, reading the official letter from the temporary capital of the kingdom.

Sitting beside him was the envoy who had left for Gilliast Castle on the very day Tiran returned to the castle. In reality, Granzon had directly sent his female captain as the envoy.

The official letter was transmitted through magitech devices, and the contents of the entire document bag explained the current situation of the war in detail.

Miss Delua brought Granzon's personal greetings, but as for the contents of the letter... Tiran only glanced at the beginning before throwing it away with a flick of his hand.

"My daughter, um... although I know you really like that Dragon's maid, Dad really thinks you should take this opportunity to find a boy... A yuri relationship really has no future..."

MDZZ!

As for whether there would be any important content later, based on Tiran's observation of Delua's expression devoid of any reaction, there was none at all.

Now, what she needed to consider was something else.

As mentioned in the report, Milanía and Maston were now engaged in a full-on war, with over a hundred thousand Maston troops gathering at the border fortress. The battle was intense. Although the fortress had caused considerable losses to the enemy with its years of fortification and defensive weaponry, the casualties in Milanía were still rising at a slow but nevertheless notable speed.

At almost the same time, Brad, who was trapped in the royal capital, sent his Holy Knight Corps out of the city. With a single day, three thousand officially ranked Iron Cavalry swept through several nearby outpost forts used as observation posts, wiping out a small number of defending troops. Although this loss meant little to Granzon's side, it sent out a clear signal—

Brad was about to counterattack.

Milanía was a first-class power in the west, undoubtedly living up to the four words "strong military and robust horses." In the more than a decade since the defense war, there were only two or three countries in the entire western continent with the strength of fourteen elite corps.

However, considering that the defense involved the entire national territory, these fourteen main combat corps cannot all be deployed for battle, so the best strategy was to strike the enemy beyond the national borders and swiftly crush Brad's rebellion on the other side.

"Are you asking me to lead the troops into battle? The old man really knows how to come up with rotten ideas."

Hearing what Delua had inadvertently revealed about her father, Tiran hummed twice and waved his hand.

"Your Highness, you misunderstood."

Delua interjected, "The command of the war will be entrusted to the generals of the Imperial Guard and the Spear of Dawn Corps. Your role will be to boost morale and confront the elites under Prince Brad."

"And then gain a sudden surge of prestige in the military, while he manipulates public opinion covertly, so that after the war, he can conveniently pass the throne to me?"

Tiran asked, glaring.

"Well..."

Delua was momentarily choked, as if His Majesty did have such intentions...

Tiran fell into contemplation. She wasn't completely unable to understand the current situation. If Granzon still handed over the throne to Brad after this, it would be a miracle. Clearing the path for a successor was a normal thing, especially since Tiran indeed had the capability for it.

But...

"There's clearly a second solution to this matter! That guy is only in his thirties. Is it really that difficult for him to make an effort to have a child with his wife?!"

Princess solemnly exclaimed, "How much does he not want to be a king if he's already thinking about retiring at just over 30 years old! Many people wish they had the qualifications!"

"Mimi quietly reminded, "This could also be applied to you, Your Highness..."

"... Which side are you on anyway?"

Seems like spending too much time with Aya has influenced the maid's thinking, causing her to have a tendency towards lowering her intelligence and becoming more sarcastic.

Regardless, she herself is definitely not willing to let Tiran go to war, let alone going to bring Aya back. She doesn't have the spare time to deal with all that.

--- It's not like the country is going to collapse in the next second. Granzon is after all the War King who gained fame in defense wars and managed to turn the situation around when the country was in chaos. She doesn't believe he can't handle a small situation now.

"Yes, Miss Delua, it's unfortunate, but His Highness Tiran is about to depart for the Eastern Continent."

The doors of the side hall were pushed open, and Justice walked in first, holding the door. Accompanied by the sound was a dark-haired man in a blue robe, holding a folding fan, looking like a gallant gentleman.

"Forget about when the world view in this timeline became chaotic, when was the folding fan invented? What are you doing here, Mo Yi?"

The princess stared at the guy in front of the door, who felt quite good about himself, with a black line on her forehead.

"Of course, I am here to escort Your Highness to the appointment. Didn't you forget the request from Princess Hoshimiya? As soon as I prepared the ship at the port, I rushed here right away."

Ah... right, she seemed to have agreed to help that unknown Eastern princess seize the throne.

Headache!

Tiran now feels like he suddenly encountered several time-limited main quests when playing an RPG game, and he can't progress the plot without completing any of them.

It's as if she heard a deep voice shouting in her mind, "Choose!"

To resolutely choose love and chase after Aya, thus carrying the titles of "treacherous person" and "coward evading responsibilities".

Or to bear her own responsibilities and commitments and disregard Aya's life and death.

Rationally considering it, of course, she should fulfill her commitments and responsibilities first, but all the "knowledge" accumulated in the princess's mind always unconsciously imagines the situations Aya is facing.

"No... no! That's not possible there!"

"Aya, although you say otherwise, your body is honest. It's already all wet~"

"Ugh... hah..."

No! Absolutely can't happen! It's too terrible! That, that guy looks quite refined, so there shouldn't be such a scene, right?!

No, no, no, based on her experience, true perverts are always hidden, not to mention that guy who Vira calls "brother" definitely can't be a normal person!

The most terrifying situation is probably...

"Aya! Aya! I found you, you—"

"Hah... please... ugh... do it again..."

The white-haired boy covered in filth half-opened his mouth, his tongue slightly sticking out, his eyes completely devoid of life.

It's too terrible, please stop my mind! Don't fill in unnecessary details anymore, you bastard!

Well, at least this has made Tiran determined.

"Alright, everyone go back! I have something to do and won't be entertaining you!"

"...Your uncle isn't finished yet?! Who is it now?"

Shaking off the wild thoughts of heavy-themed tentacle training and brainwashing that had unconsciously evolved in his mind, Tiran forcefully opened the door, only to pause when he realized there was no one there.

Wait, it seems... what the fluff? Fluffy hair has become sentient!

The two fluffy hairs in front of him flickered disapprovingly, and the legitimately petite and loli-like boss with dull golden hair puffed up her chest in dissatisfaction, saying, "I was right here! You must have done it on purpose!"

"That's not true... every time we chat, you're sitting on a little stool behind the counter..."

"Shut up!"

The boss was so angry that she forgot why she had jumped up in the first place. She was about to hit Tiran on the head, but Mimi quickly reached out and grabbed her by the armpit, lifting her up like a child with legs dangling in the air.

"The White North Wind's Assassin? How did you get in?"

"Heh, sneaking in is a basic skill for assassins, a piece of cake~"

As she spoke, Little Mo suddenly realized that something was off. Seeing the murderous intent in Mimi's eyes, she quickly shook her head and confessed, "I came in through the main entrance. Tiran gave me a pass!"

"The main entrance..." Mimi turned her head and glanced at Tiran, suddenly remembering that Tiran had commissioned her to find Aya's whereabouts.

"Could it be... you found her?"

Tiran asked excitedly.

"Of course, the information network of the White North Wind is much larger than you imagine."

Little Mo was a little proud and wanted to strike a pose of "praise me now," but then realized that she was being "forked" up by Mimi like a child.

"Never mind that, put me down, you idiot! I've retired and now I'm just an intelligence officer, not an assassin!"

"Hmph!" Reluctantly, Mimi put down Little Mo at Tiran's signal and stepped aside.

"Tell me quickly, where is Aya?"

"Two days ago, there was a ticket purchase record at the Nording Port. Although the people used aliases, based on the characteristics described, the similarity between the ticket purchaser and your description is very high."

"The destination?"

"East Land."

Little Mo gave an unexpected answer.

Hmm, that makes sense. Not all experts can fly long distances, even the Holy Rank. Flying long distances across the sea is very difficult, especially when accompanied by several individuals who are not even Holy Rank.

"But in that case..."

Tiran pondered for a moment, then turned to Mo Yi behind him and said, "Alright, I'll go to East Land with you, but I'll add one condition to the original terms: help me find Aya after the mission is completed."

"Prince Tiran, changing plans at the last minute is not a good trait."

Mo Yi smiled wryly.

"I know."

Tiran shrugged. He didn't consider himself a person of noble character, especially compared to Aya. Character? What a load of crap!

"Well, it's not an unreasonable request." Mo Yi sighed, "Princess Ling will probably agree."

Mo Yi had seen Tiran's lost and distraught state after Aya was captured. Losing an ally for such a reason was not worth it.

"Then it's settled. Little Mo, do you have any information about the location of East Land?"

"The ship hasn't departed yet, but once you arrive in East Land, you can find someone in the capital. He is the head of the North Wind organization in East Land. I've informed him, and he will assist you with the rest."

So there's only one last question remaining.

"Delua, go back and tell Father that his daughter will be back soon. When I return, I will bring thousands of troops and defeat those little brats."

"Including the older brother!"

The princess added viciously.