"I miscalculated."

An hour later, in a private room on the second floor of a newly opened dessert shop in the commercial district of the capital, Aya, who had returned with information, contacted Tiran through their contract.

Although more than an hour had passed, it seemed that Princess Her Highness was having a great time on her own, completely unconcerned...

"My dear Aya, how did your investigation go?"

Tiran pushed his non-existent glasses and calmly asked.

"I thought it would be a simple problem to solve, but it unexpectedly turned out to be quite tricky..."

Aya rubbed her temples with a hint of a headache, speaking seriously.

"Just prepare three gifts, right? Why is it tricky?" Little Mo continued to hold the guide sign and sat on the side, questioning. Is it really okay for you to be so casual while working? Didn't you just say you wanted to work seriously earlier, but it seems like you just wanted Tiran to treat you to a playdate!

"The problem is what kind of gifts to prepare!"

Aya couldn't help but slam the table. " 'Eliminating misunderstandings between His Majesty the King and his wife,' 'being able to feel Princess's presence at any time,' and 'wanting a little sister'—what kind of weird wishes are these!"

"What?" Little Mo was momentarily confused.

The first two wishes could possibly be achieved through some means, but how do we fulfill Chirp's final wish...? Do we have to engage in human trafficking?!

"Ah!"

Little Mo suddenly raised her head, looked thoughtfully at Aya, then at Tiran, and showed a subtle smile. "Why not try a little harder?"

"What do you mean by 'try a little harder'! And why 'try again'!" Aya had black lines all over her head, wondering why she saw a faint hopeful gaze in Little Mo's eyes.

"Well, what else can you do?" Little Mo spread her hands. "Do you have a better way to create a little sister for Chirp?"

"Uh!"

"Uh, uh, Aya, think about it. Rising from a maid to overthrow a king's daughter and have her give birth to your child, becoming a winner in life... Isn't this something exciting and wonderful?" Little Mo showed a subtle smile, hinting at something.

Smack.

"Ah, ah, huh?"

"I say, Golden Hair, who's less than 1.5 meters tall, have you forgotten that Miss Moros is still here?"

The merciless iron hand - no, wait, it should be the delicate hand of a beautiful girl - slowly opened and gently slapped Moros' face. Princess Her Highness's face turned as black as if she had been hit by a frying pan.

"Uh, uh, uh!" Little Mo struggled a few times but found that she couldn't break free, so she had no choice but to use this technique...

"Hm?"

The hand that had covered Little Mo's face, as if being shocked by electricity, bounced off. Tiran shook his hand repeatedly. "Hey, isn't this move too sneaky?"

"Humph, don't underestimate me. I'm a professional assassin. Even if only my tongue can move, it can still kill. My tongue skills are absolutely top-notch. The old leader of the Northern Wind used to praise me. So, how was that lick just now? Especially exciting, right?"

Tiran stayed silent for a moment, carefully pondering. It seems like it was quite enjoyable? Normally, there would never be a slight electric shock when holding things with his hand. It seemed like the Chi stimulated something special.

"Wait a minute! That kind of statement sounds terrible no matter how you hear it! Is that really a killer organization you guys belong to? Why do you have such terrible skills?" Aya sat next to them, staring in disbelief.

"You're being disrespectful, Aya." Little Mo glared at Aya, then held up a forefinger, proudly saying, "There's nothing terrible about it. This is medical knowledge from the Eastern Continent. I know all the effects that can be produced by stimulating different acupoints in the body, not just the palms. I can confidently say that I can stimulate your high C..."

"Alright, stop talking." Tiran covered his face with one hand - not the one licked by Aya - and used the other hand to scoop a spoonful of dessert from the table, stuffing it into Little Mo's mouth.

The more they talked, the worse it got, and they had already gone off topic!

"Let's get back on track, the gift! Little Mo, I paid a Babylonian ancient gold coin to have you come over and help as my strategist, not slacking off!" The princess raised an eyebrow.

"Uh...strategist? No wonder you're so free...wait a minute, what's this about a Babylonian ancient gold coin? Isn't that mine?!" Aya pondered Tiran's words for a moment and realized something was off.

"Aya, sweetie, isn't yours mine as well?" Tiran reached out to pat Aya's head, but Aya growled and went to bite him. The princess quickly withdrew her hand.

"Oh, come on..." Aya held her head in pain for a while and eventually gave up. What could she do? She still had the master-servant contract engraved in her mind, not to mention her treasures, even her dragon belonged to someone else.

So, the princess got to enjoy stroking Aya's white fur.

"Can we discuss the real matter now?" Aya, who had been stripped of her dragon's dignity, enjoyed the princess's stroking and subconsciously closed her eyes, but she remembered why the three of them had gathered here.

"I know, I know, the gift." Little Mo spread his hands. "Just think about it, it's not that hard. The maid, for example, the princess's original flavored panties are quite nice...hey, hey, why are you back again?!"

"Enough!" Tiran's face reddened slightly, and he clenched his fists as he glared at Little Mo. Even if he had no shame most of the time and had given away panties before, this kind of foolishly girlish behavior... Well, he seemed to have done it himself before?

But no matter what, it was different when one's dignity and an idea came from someone else!

"How about we compromise then? Taking a step back! Panties won't work, but other intimate clothing is nice, like a camisole..."

"Get lost! I'm seventeen years old, how could I still wear that kind of thing?!"

"Uh? But the princess doesn't seem to need a normal bra either..."

"Get lost! Are you, a legal loli, qualified to say that to me?!"

As they were about to start fighting again, Little Mo suddenly stood up from his seat and whispered a few words in Tiran's ear. The princess, who had originally planned to explode, instantly calmed down, took a deep breath, and sat back down. At this moment, Little Mo also returned to his seat. The two exchanged smiles and coincidentally showed an undignified smirk.

Aya, who had been tricked by the princess countless times, trembled almost reflexively when she saw this familiar smile. Every time she saw this smile, nothing good happened.

"Aya, don't worry, this time it's not about you."

Although she was trying to endure it, it was evident that the princess couldn't resist the urge to smile. It wasn't clear who was unlucky enough to be calculated like this.

...No, upon closer inspection, it seemed like there was no one. It wasn't her, it couldn't be Mimi, and it definitely wasn't Chirp, the little angel.

Your Majesty, the King, please be careful.

Aya silently prayed for Granzon in her heart.

"Alright, now we're back to the original question. What about Chirp's gift?" The princess dug a spoonful of mango ice cream pudding that had been partially melted for too long and brought it to her mouth, swaying the dessert spoon as she spoke.

"Regarding this, actually I have a solution."

Xiaomo raised his hand again to speak.

"Oh, oh, Lord Moros, please go ahead!" The princess extended her hand in welcome to Xiaomo and added, "But if you mess up again, you won't get paid."

"No," Xiaomo, who couldn't afford to be cheeky when it came to money, stood up straight and saluted. "This time, I have a truly feasible solution."

"Actually, there's a witch I know..."

...

As the moon reached its highest point in the night sky, the banquet in the palace had come to an end. The guests boarded their carriages to leave the palace, and the maidservants began cleaning up the banquet hall. Although the entire castle was still brightly lit, the atmosphere inevitably grew colder.

The banquet had indeed been a success, with a satisfactory ambiance throughout and all aspects meeting the high standards of the event.

But the King felt no sense of satisfaction; he even had thoughts of dying.

As the ruler of a nation, King Granzon was undoubtedly a devoted individual. With his qualifications, he could easily establish a harem if he so desired. Just imagine, a man, a sovereign of a nation, with outstanding achievements and youthful handsomeness; there were hardly any other men who could surpass him.

However, he insisted on only loving the Queen and had only two children, Brad and Tiran. His monogamous devotion was unmatched.

Therefore, Granzon felt desperately hopeless at the moment.

Ah, I've been misunderstood by my wife! I was merely planning to sneak out from the banquet to enjoy a romantic moment with my wife, and then go to the top of the tower to stargaze and have a drink!

Speaking of which, do I really have a grudge with that white-haired maid who is my daughter's attendant? She kicked me the first time we met, and now I've been misunderstood by my wife...

King Granzon, locked out of the bedroom by his wife, felt like a child evicted by his mother, sitting at the entrance, helpless and on the verge of tears.

"Your Majesty, why don't you come with me and rest in the downstairs room?" Lady Delua, the chief lady-in-waiting standing nearby, couldn't bear to watch any longer and stepped forward to persuade Granzon.

Oh, Delua, you still care about me. I'm so touched!

—At least, that's what Granzon originally wanted to say. However, at this moment, two cold laughs could be heard from inside the bedroom, causing the King to lose color in his face.

Why were they eavesdropping behind the door?

"Um..." Delua, who was only making things worse, couldn't help but hesitate. She bowed to Granzon before turning to leave. "Your Majesty, it's cold outside. I will prepare a cloak and hot tea for you."

"... " Watching Delua leave, Granzon let out a heavy sigh. I'm in a difficult situation.

Now, all he could do was wait for his wife to calm down. Well, since she cared enough to eavesdrop behind the door, it meant she still cared about him.

Thinking this, King Granzon felt a little smug.

Yes, in a while, his wife would definitely feel sorry for him and open the door. Hmm, maybe if he deliberately sneezed a couple of times, it would have an even better effect.

Rubbing his nose, trying to summon the feeling of sneezing, Granzon began to exert his force.

At that moment, there was a loud crash at the window at the end of the corridor. The entire glass window was smashed open, and an unidentified object flew in and slid on the smooth stone floor, stopping not far from Granzon.

"What on earth is that?"

This sudden and unexpected occurrence momentarily alerted King Granzon, but as he got a clear look at the object, his surprise turned into confusion.

If my eyes are not deceiving me, isn't that a gift box?

Regardless, it's really bizarre for a gift box to fly in like this, right? Could it be a gift for the holy day from the sage?

I shook the box a little and it seemed to have some weight, but there was nothing written on the outside.

Should I open it and take a look?

As I reached for the ribbon on the packaging box, a short scream came from behind the dormitory door.

"Darling?!"

I didn't have time to think about what was inside the box anymore. Granzon grabbed the box that was not fully opened and turned around to sprint a few steps, delivering a flying kick with Chi, and kicked the door open.

"Are you okay?! What happened?!"

"I'm fine," in the room, the queen, wearing a silk nightgown, stood barefoot by the French window, pointing timidly to the terrace outside the window, "but something suddenly flew up just now..."

After bringing in the thing outside the window, the couple fell into silence at the same time.

It seems... it's also a gift box?

And there is a note written on the outside of this box: For my beloved wife.

"Eh?!" Holding the gift box, the queen looked at Granzon with wide eyes in surprise, and all her previous displeasure was forgotten. She smiled excitedly like a child.

"Husband, is this something you specially prepared? I'm so happy!"

"This..." Granzon originally wanted to deny it directly. After all, he didn't give this thing. If it was something dangerous, it wouldn't be good. But when he recognized the familiar handwriting on the note, Granzon relaxed.

Good job! Not bad for my daughter. She really considers her old man!

There was probably no moment that made Granzon happier than now.

"Can I open it now?" The watery eyes looked at Granzon, really, even though she is in her thirties, why is she still like a child?

But he also liked this about her. When she was angry, she was like a sulky child, too.

Indulgingly, Granzon nodded, and also glanced at the gift box in his hand. Same packaging, was it also from Tiran? Suddenly, he became curious about what his daughter had given him as a gift.

While his wife was eagerly unwrapping the gift, Granzon also opened the gift box and took a peek.

Closed it. Contemplated.

Granzon's expression became very strange.

Little Tiran, what does it mean to give him such a thing? Wait. If his gift is this thing, then what about the one for his wife...

Granzon's expression became panicked: "Wait, dear! Don't unwrap the gift just yet-"

Unfortunately, it was too late.

"Eh... eh? Eh? Eh? Eh? Eh?!"

Seeing what was inside the gift box, the queen's expression turned into that of a firefly's, her cheeks were instantly covered in blush, "H-how-how-how-how can it be this! Did you, husband, actually want me to wear this kind of clothes for... for that kind of thing... sobs..."

Seeing the white lace fabric set in the queen's hands, Granzon nearly spit out a mouthful of blood.

If he remembered correctly, the formal name for this thing is "fun and sexy lingerie."

"No, no! I didn't give this gift!"

In a daze, Granzon accidentally knocked over his own gift box that was in his hand, and the contents inside spilled all over the floor.

Low-temperature candles, handcuffs, whips...

"Ah!"

Oh no, now there's no way to explain anything.

"Tiran!!!"

(here, the queen, who has changed into clothes)

...

"Mom and Dad, I wish you a happy night."

Hearing her father's voice from her own room, the princess held back her laughter, bowed respectfully, and walked towards her tower carrying a gift bag prepared for Chirp.

Mimi's gift - her handkerchief, which she often used, had already quietly been placed on her bedside. Only Chirp's gift was left.

"I am Santa Claus, the great proletariat, the communist, delivering gifts selflessly, truly earth-shattering."

Ruffling her hair, the princess advanced towards Chirp's room.

...

It was late at night, and the maids in the castle had already returned to their rooms to rest. The only ones still awake were probably the patrol guards.

And now there was one more Chirp.

Little Chirp, who had listened to Mimi's bedtime story and fallen asleep, seemed to have slept restlessly tonight. Because of her sharp ears, she seemed to have heard some slight sounds.

So little Chirp sleepily opened her sleepy eyes and yawned as she sat up on her bed.

"Yawn...it seems...there's something? Huh?"

Chirp opened her eyes wide, her little head temporarily freezing as she struggled to process the scene in front of her.

Chirp herself was a child who was under ten years old, very petite and cute, the kind that people in the real world would describe as "adorable". The beds in the palace were large enough, not to mention just one Chirp, even if three or four Chirps slept together, they would still have plenty of space.

So, now there was one more little one in front of her.

Oh, white hair and red eyes, just like mommy! It seems even smaller than herself, wearing a small black vest, tied tightly with red ribbons all over...and quite sexy, with a facial expression of embarrassment and unwillingness that was truly provocative.

—It's fortunate that Chirp is facing her, otherwise it would have turned into a loli scene directly.

But with this appearance...could it really be mommy's child? In other words...her little sister?

"Chirp! Um, are you my little sister? You're also mommy's child, right? I'm so happy! Let's stick together!"

"Wuwuwuwu!"

...

On the night of Holy Sabbath, which should have been a day of rest, it unexpectedly turned into a strange holiday. Humans are truly mysterious creatures.

In the darkness of the night, Princess, who knew that tonight was destined to be an unsettled night, stood alone in her bedroom facing the window, raising her cup to the moon with an expression of high elegance and calmness.

"When everything is done, I will leave quietly, hiding my achievements and fame. Everyone, Merry Christmas."