"I said, your name is Aya, right?" Using magic to enhance the speed of wind-based spells, Aya was trying hard to concentrate when Hazel's voice came from below her right front paw.

"What do you want?" Aya turned around warily to look at him.

"I overheard your conversation just now, I don't think I misheard."

Hazel was still suspended in the air, swaying slightly as they flew, with a big lump on his forehead. "Don't be so tense. I just hung around for a long time and wanted to chat with you."

Aya smirked, still a bit traumatized from the experience of being captured by Yuan before. Now, he was wary of anyone flashing a sudden smile at him.

It's probably best not to engage with him and just hurry past.

"Don't be so boring," Hazel shrugged, but found himself bound tightly by the vines of the spell, unable to move, so he lowered his head and looked at himself. "I am completely defenseless right now. And honestly, I don't have such a strong sense of belonging to Maston. The fight we had just now was fulfilling my duty. Even if I have any tricks up my sleeve now, I won't cause any more trouble."

"Are all humans like this?" Aya rolled his eyes.

"I like to think that the Holy Rank can't quite be classified as ordinary humans," Hazel smirked. For some reason, even though he had lost the battle, he was still in a good mood. And he had a feeling that these two wouldn't harm him.

"A feeling like they're good people."

"That seems to make sense..." Aya lowered his head and thought for a moment. He realized that in his encounters with Holy Rank humans, there were hardly any normal ones. Could it be true that normal people are not worthy of reaching the Holy Rank?

"Forget it, what do you want to talk about?"

"It's not really chatting, more like a reminder," Hazel paused. "It's about your opponent."

"The Dragon?"

"Yeah, I heard you faced her once. Do you have any special feelings about it?"

"I don't know. I've never fought her. You should ask Miss Tiran." Aya shut down the conversation with one sentence.

"Has anyone ever told you that you're bad at chatting?"

"I can learn," Aya deadpanned with high emotional intelligence.

"Alright," Hazel chuckled, "the name of that lightning swordswoman is Shadiel. Her surname is 'Molong,' but her full name is Shadiel Molong Erios."

Molong? It sounded familiar... like something he had recorded in his ancestral notebook.

Aya began to recall the knowledge accumulated from the Dragon's long lifespan in his family's notebook and a trace of surprise flickered in his eyes.

"An Orc priestess clan?"

"Correct, indeed. For a long-lived specimen, you've managed to accumulate some obscure knowledge," Hazel wanted to applaud his praise, but he was still bound tightly.

The Orc Kingdom has always been a foreign entity to the human world. Like the Elves, although there are various races within, externally — especially in dealing with the human world — they maintain a united kingdom.

Unlike the human practice of using family names for surnames, Orcs do not have family surnames, only racial surnames. Usually, an entire race would have one surname, so figuring out which race an Orc belonged to would give a good idea of their surname.

"Molong" is the surname of the Dragon tribe, so Aya wasn't surprised to hear that word.

The issue was with the additional third section.

If he wasn't mistaken, among the Orc tribes, only two types of people can add a suffix to their names.

One is the royal family, but the only suffix name for the royal family is "Fleurdelica."

The other is the priestess clan who worship the Orcish gods, equivalent to the Moonlight Priestesses of the Elves.

"So... any questions?"

Aya subconsciously asked, but as soon as he opened his mouth, he realized he was being foolish.

Questions? Of course, there were questions. Holy Rank beings like these are extremely rare, even among these divine emissaries. It's like causing trouble for the Elf King in the Elf Kingdom or picking a fight with the fiery Angel under the Goddess of Light... Wait, have I actually done both of those things...?

"Of course, just a friendly reminder," Hazel tried to shrug again but failed, looking a bit helpless. "Normally, the gods won't intervene easily. To them, even a Holy Rank being is just a slightly stronger existence among the masses."

...

Approximately two hundred kilometers high in the air south of the Kent Mountains in the Milania territory.

This is considered a fairly safe location, located far from the battlefield, plus the high altitude makes it almost impossible to detect this airship.

Despite this, Yuan was meticulously drawing out his magical preparations, including light refraction invisibility wards, anti-psychic detection wards, and wind barrier wards to enhance stability and defense around the airship.

"Yuan, what are you up to?"

"Are you preparing to join the battle?"

Vera and Angelo sat in the spacious lounge of the airship, watching Yuan bustling around alone, and couldn't help but be puzzled.

Just by watching Yuan's current actions, they couldn't help but feel that this airship was about to experience some intense impact.

However, before that, Yuan brought in a lot of snacks, potato chips, pastries, and soda, placing them on the coffee table in the lounge. Several large projection screens were set up on the walls...

"Hmm? Can't you see?" Yuan finally finished drawing the final core ward and put away the brush made of Northwind wolf whiskers. He walked to the coffee table, picked up a soda and downed it in one go, exhaling deeply.

"Get ready for the main event."

As he spoke, he took out a projection scroll from his pocket and placed it on a small floating spell array used to maintain levitation. The wind crystal immediately generated a stable airflow to support it.

As the light and shadow were projected, the image appeared on the projection screen.

"Come come, for those who enjoy war series, you can watch this side. Witness the heroic deeds of Prince Brad and his three thousand warriors fighting for their ideals live."

"And here, we have the rare battle involving divine beings that only occurs every thousand... no, ten thousand years, although it hasn't started yet. Human struggles and divine wars, which side do you prefer?"

Satisfied, Yuan thought, yes, this is today's viewing theme.

"They say two, but Yuan is so biased, isn't he?"

Vera chuckled, pointing to the small projection of Brad in the corner, compared to the battlefield in front of the Kent Mountains presented from different angles on the four central screens.

"Cough! How can enjoying the view be considered biased?"

Yuan coughed twice, "Well, in terms of visual effects, this side is definitely better. And for Brad, this is a doomed rebellion anyway. What's there to look forward to in a story whose outcome you already know?"

For him, perhaps it was a case of bad timing.

...

"So, I already have someone I like!"

Tiran emphasized loudly.

"What's going on?" The King was shocked for the second time; no, it was even more shocking than being called his father-in-law by Xiang Ling. After all, this was his own daughter. It was truly unimaginable who the man could be to make her heart flutter.

Aya sneezed from a distance.

"Is it that golden dragon? I've said it before, I wouldn't mind marrying both of you."

Xiang Ling said calmly and matter-of-factly.

"I do mind!" The princess was utterly shocked. This harem declaration was so refreshing. Are you really that benevolent?

"Um... Tiran, do you dislike me very much?"

"Well, I wouldn't say dislike, in fact, I rather like you."

Tiran thought seriously for a moment.

"Your union could benefit our two countries, and since we don't dislike each other, is there any reason to refuse?"

From your perspective, it seems like there really isn't any reason to refuse... Tiran felt like he was being convinced. After all, thinking from the perspective of ruling nations, this seemed like a quite perfect marriage.

"Little Tiran, I've been convinced. How about you marry her?"

"Dad, please stop..." Tiran felt exhausted. This was his real father? He loved him, he really did.

"And there's the matter of Dragons... can you handle it?" Granzon recalled the first time he saw Aya and how difficult it was to imagine that the maid was actually a Dragon.

"Don't make lewd comments in this situation!" The princess sighed, her head hurting. Normally, wouldn't this role belong to someone else? Was it really the day she was also shocked?

"And Dad, weren't you the one always talking to me about descendants and heirs? If I marry Xiang Ling, where do the descendants come from?"

Thinking about this, Tiran suddenly perked up.

... He never thought he would be the one discussing this issue one day, using the same argument his father had been stressing.

"Speaking of descendants, Xiang Ling, don't you care? Or do you plan to rule West Chuzhou as Empress forever?"

To some extent, she had achieved the dream of the first emperor, not needing a successor, ruling as the sole emperor for all eternity.

"Probably, someday I'll get tired of it."

"What about descendants?" Tiran tried to cling to this lifeline, attempting to persuade Xiang Ling.

"Is that really hard? Aya is male..."

Silence.

Don't even think about it, Aya's mine! The princess's mental state was probably similar to a kitten protecting its food.

And imagining herself pregnant and Aya being all over her... Left and right, I reject! I can't accept this harem male lead scene! Why should he benefit? If there's going to be embracing, it should be me!

Ahem...

While Tiran was lost in his wild thoughts, Xiang Ling suddenly brought out a long halberd.

Hey hey, what's this all about? Has she turned angry and is trying to force things?

"Step back, there's... something over there."