Sea BreathTown, just as the name implies, is built by the sea, where one can always feel the breath of the ocean.

Most of the buildings in the town are low-rise wooden structures, with brick and stone buildings being quite rare. The architectural style is completely different from that of the Western Continent, and also has some subtle differences compared to East Land.

However, for Her Royal Highness, the architectural style is so familiar that as soon as she steps into the town, she feels that this place is full of flaws.

Xiong Village?!

Of course, the resemblance is not that high, but the architectural style is indeed reminiscent of the Japanese style from her memory.

The ancient wooden buildings give a refreshing feeling, and even make Her Royal Highness recall the past of picking up trash while riding a ghost fire in a certain game.

Ahem! Seems like I'm thinking too far.

The town is not big in size, and after a few minutes of walking after entering the town, you arrive at a place similar to a central square. In the center stands a huge bronze statue, which has been corroded by the damp sea breeze over the years, showing traces of rust. However, it is evident that someone is regularly maintaining it, as most parts still retain their original shine.

"Miss Survivor, we're almost at my house up ahead. Do you need to rest first? Um, my house is quite big..."

The girl suddenly turns around and asks.

Tiran first hesitates for a second, then vigorously shakes her head, like tambourine drums. "...No, no need. Don't bother, I don't want to intrude and I'm not brave at all."

"Is that so?" Although the girl is somewhat surprised by Tiran's resolute refusal and doesn't quite understand the inexplicable reason, she doesn't think too much about it. "Well... I hope Miss Survivor can find her companions as soon as possible. I'll be going now."

The two bid farewell in the square.

"Oh, by the way! My name is Hirae Uniko. If Miss Survivor encounters any trouble, you can come find me."

Still somewhat worried, Uniko turns back and says.

"Oh, I'm Tiran." Her Royal Highness instinctively reports her own name.

"Such a kind child..."

Watching Uniko's figure gradually disappear into the distance, Tiran muses that as the Lucky-A, it feels really nice to encounter a warm-hearted person.

So, what should she do next?

Tiran gazes at the bronze statue in front of her, lost in thought.

When she entered the town earlier, her attention was focused on chatting with Uniko and she didn't pay much attention to her surroundings. Now she realizes that it's quite lively here.

The buildings along the street have added quite a few decorations, and silver ribbons reminiscent of the blue sea adorn the trees on the sides. The street lamps have been replaced with dazzling colored lights, and it must be a beautiful night scene at night.

The festive atmosphere is indeed there. On the way here, Tiran has roughly learned some local information from Uniko, including the upcoming festival.

The object of worship is a female carved in front of the bronze statue, said to be a celestial being who descended here many years ago.

There aren't too many special reasons for worship, just protection for the fishermen who venture out to sea and the rarity of terrifying storms. These two factors alone are enough for the people who live by the sea to be grateful.

The design of the bronze statue is also somewhat familiar to Tiran. It is different from the Temple Church's Goddess of the Light, except for the blurred details of the face. The statue in Sea Breeze Town is not as solemn and sacred as traditional statues, but rather has a lively and youthful charm.

"Hmm, an interesting deity."

With such a deity as the object of worship, the cheerful atmosphere around is different from the solemnity that makes people uncomfortable in Temple Church. Surprisingly, Tiran also becomes interested in this religious festival, which should be considered a worship day.

Gurulu...

The gradually awakening physiological needs prevented the princess from entertaining the idea of going around the town.

On a separate note, she didn't know how long she had been unconscious, and it was indeed time to find something to eat. Besides, her clothes that had been soaked in seawater were starting to dry, leaving a discomforting layer of salt residue on her skin.

The problem was food, bathing, and changing clothes – they all cost money.

Carrying money? Impossible. She had taken off the storage bracelet while exercising, so now she had nothing except for her clothes.

What a miscalculation.

Tiran covered her face in disappointment. She should have just swallowed her pride and begged for some food while taking a bath.

Being a pampered princess, Tiran had never needed to worry about money. Never did she imagine that she would be forced to think of ways to earn a living.

Ideally, she wanted a job that offered meals and accommodation and immediate income. If possible, it shouldn't be too tiring, and it shouldn't involve technical skills like being a blacksmith or a carpenter. It would be even better if the pay was higher.

When Tiran stated these requirements to the staff at the job placement agency, the expression on the worker's face clearly displayed his astonishment.

"If such a job exists, I would have taken it myself!" the worker said, unable to contain his frustration.

The worker at the agency suppressed the urge to curse and calmly said, "Miss, I can't help if you don't provide specific requirements."

He desperately tried to get Tiran to reveal her actual needs. Honestly, based on his accumulated experience in helping people find jobs, Tiran looked completely different from ordinary people, both in appearance and temperament. If it weren't for Tiran's soaking wet clothes, he would have even suspected that she was just a bored rich girl seeking some life experience.

"I want to make money while lying down," Tiran sighed dejectedly, a true embodiment of a non-ambitious slacker.

"...Take a left and walk 200 meters on Fengyue Street, then turn right. It's a place specially designed for sailors who brave the sea to provide a moment of pleasure," the worker impatiently suggested.

The patience of the worker at the agency was wearing thin.

The princess, however, didn't feel offended at all. She faced any challenge with a calm and sarcastic attitude, which was what a qualified slacker should have.

But...

"Being a prostitute is not a job without any skill! Do you know how hard they train to satisfy their clients?! Don't underestimate prostitutes, dammit!" Tiran protested, slamming the table.

Both individuals in the job placement agency fell silent for a moment.

"Well then, let's start over. Do you have any skills that you are good at?" the worker, who was responsible for making recommendations, finally couldn't hold back anymore.

"Does fighting count?" Tiran reconsidered seriously and proposed her only skill that she could think of at the moment.

But as soon as she said it, even she couldn't help but cover her face. What could she do with fighting? Join the underworld?

However, the worker at the job placement agency seemed to be lost in thought. After a brief moment of contemplation, he stood up and said, "Although I have my doubts, if you are confident in combat, I do have a job recommendation for you."

"And upon careful consideration, it seems to unexpectedly match your requirements," the worker added with a somewhat frustrated tone.

...

"Hey, I said I'm looking for a reliable bodyguard, not a pretty young girl," the worker said as he entered the room with an older man wearing a loose kimono and a samurai sword hanging from his waist.

"Ha, she claims to be very good at fighting. I bet she'll have more than enough help from your guards, right?"

"Good at fighting?"

The old man still looked at Tiran with a skeptical eye, showing little belief. "This little girl looks younger than my daughter. Even if she can fight, how strong can she be? How strong? I'd find it easier to believe if you said she was a priestess participating in the ceremony."

Listening to the back-and-forth between the two, Tiran felt completely ignored.

"Although I don't know exactly what the job entails, I feel like I'm being underestimated. If you don't believe me, why don't we fight and see?"

The princess sat in her chair, crossing her long legs and taking a sip of the cold tea the introducer had given her earlier, speaking with the air of a boss.

A simple and straightforward way to test, but there was nothing wrong with it. In the backyard of the agency, Tiran and the introduced man prepared to fight, assuming a fighting stance.

"Little girl, don't blame me for not warning you. I, Uncle Shanyan, am the first-rate swordsman in Haixi Town. If you don't admit defeat now, I can't guarantee that you won't get hurt."

As he spoke, the old man swung the bamboo sword he used for training a couple of times.

"...Surely you people from the island can't tell the difference between a knife and a sword." Tiran had no feeling for Uncle Shanyan's show of strength and was even tempted to make a sarcastic comment.

"Here, be careful."

The introducer next to them, with an expression of anticipation, handed over a bamboo sword of the same kind. Apparently, he had brought Uncle Shanyan here earlier to quickly send Tiran away.

"No need."

Tiran didn't take the bamboo sword and instead bounced on the spot with ease. "I'm more used to fighting without a sword."

"You, young girl?!" Seeing Tiran standing in front of him without even taking a weapon, the old man's expression instantly changed from a bit impatient to quite unhappy.

Looking down on me? They must be looking down on me for sure!

Determined to teach this little girl, who didn't understand respect for her opponent, a lesson, the old man slowly bent down, the bamboo sword pressing against his body, and his breathing rate slowed down.

The momentum of the old man in front of him suddenly changed. Although it seemed to the naked eye that he had simply changed his stance, it was definitely not as simple as it looked.

It was like turbulent currents lurking beneath the calm surface of water.

Tiran's feeling was not wrong.

Breathing technique, this was the path that the warriors in the Land of Dawn took to further develop their sword skills. Unlike Chi, which relied on spiritual power to trigger energy, breathing technique utilized the energy flowing in the body's muscles and blood through adjusting the frequency of breath, thereby enhancing physical abilities in a short period of time.

The stronger the swordsman, the greater the physical enhancement obtained through breathing technique. A swordsman like Uncle Shanyan in the small town of Haixi could easily reach the level of "superhuman" capable of tearing apart tigers and leopards. He was definitely a rare expert in this country.

Hmph, are you scared now?

"Oh oh oh oh! Could this be...?"

As expected, the little girl's expression, as Uncle Shanyan had expected, was filled with surprise, and her eyes even lit up... Wait, something seems off?

Hamon running!

This state must be the ripple running!

What a mess!

Uncle Shanyan felt the veins on his forehead twitch, and he suddenly exerted force under his feet, drawing his sword to cut at Tiran.

Although it wouldn't cause any serious injuries, at least he would teach her a lesson!

Huh?

Where is she?

He had clearly locked onto Tiran's position just now, but when the bamboo sword came down, it landed on empty space.

"Uncle, looking for me?"

Someone patted his shoulder, and Uncle Shanyan subconsciously turned his head to see the Princess's mischievous smile.

Before he could understand what Tiran had done, Uncle Shanyan's vision went black as if the power suddenly went out.

"You saw it, he struck first."

Tiran let go of his fist and innocently looked at the dumbfounded boy next to him.