"So I really hate summer."

Walking on the streets of Beacon City, Tiran walked listlessly with both hands grabbing the edges of his sun hat.

The short trees planted in the flower beds on both sides of the pedestrian street couldn't provide enough shade, and in order to avoid being recognized as the frost Chi, Tiran had to maintain a minimal release of Chi under the long hours of scorching sun.

It felt like he was going to melt...

As a major city on the front lines of the western battlefield, after the war ended, the prosperity of Signal City did not recover quickly. Even during the summer vacation time for most ordinary people, the pedestrian flow on the commercial street was not particularly large. Instead, workers transporting various goods and commodities could be seen passing by frequently.

"Oh, is this Signal's commercial street? It feels different from Gusbode, huh?"

Leading the way was Vivian, and compared to Aya and Tiran, who had been to Signal many times, she still had a stronger sense of novelty.

"Although it is a seaside city, the tourism industry doesn't seem to be very developed." Having lived in the human world for a long time, Aya began to think from the perspective of humans and noticed some details she hadn't paid attention to before.

"Because other cities have taken over the tourism industry." Tiran shrugged.

"If you go further south, towards Mist Swamp, Godcust is a well-known resort destination across the continent."

Backed by the Sulfur Death Volcano, with countless underground water veins and hot springs, a gentle delta plain and unique white sandy beaches below, not only is the scenery beautiful, but due to the fertile volcanic soil and excellent light and thermal conditions, local agriculture is also very developed, with a variety of specialty fruits and more. Even nobles from various countries occasionally hide their identities to go play there.

Compared to that, Signal City's geographical conditions were somewhat lacking. Many coastlines were steep cliffs, and the relatively wide and flat coastlines were used to build large commercial ports. The remaining beaches, like Gilliast Castle, were relatively small and of varying quality.

"...Are you really Tiran?"

Maidou Long was shocked. How could the princess have the ability to provide such professional commentary? And it was related to travel knowledge that had no connection whatsoever with manga, novels, and various derivative works. Who are you really, if not Miss Tiran?

"Hmph, don't underestimate me." The princess proudly raised her arms. Well, the princess wouldn't tell you that she became interested in traveling to Godcust after reading a travelogue manga by a certain school principal artist.

...Well, she had wanted to go originally, but after finding out that the true form behind Lengshang was that unreliable school principal, she felt a bit embarrassed to admit that she had wanted to go to Godcust because of her travelogue manga.

"Wow... does Milanía really have such nice places?" Aya blinked. All he remembered about the southern part of the kingdom was his bad experience in Mist Swamp. "Why don't we go there for a vacation?"

"Really?!"

Aya was startled by Tiran's sudden exclamation, while the instigator had already diverted her gaze elsewhere and gave a fake laugh.

"I mean, that, well, it's nice, and we haven't been there before. After a series of mishaps, it's quite exhausting, so going on a vacation to relax seems good..."

"I agree, Mom also wants to go on vacation with her daughter."

Vivian raised her hand in agreement. "But let's buy swimsuits first, we can use them both at Gilliast Castle and in Godcust."

Pointing to the street, a swimwear store named "Summer Approaches" had its large doors wide open, releasing cold air outside.

"Praise the air conditioning!" The girl, tormented by the scorching sun and the humid air of the seaside city, decisively rushed into the air-conditioned shop.

The swimwear store, "Summer Approaches," was a chain store operated directly by a large commercial association that had a considerable presence throughout Milanía. It offered a wide range of swimwear from affordable basics to various expensive designs and customizations. Coupled with bold and innovative styles, it remained highly popular among young people.

"You actually know this store..."

After gradually regaining clarity as she entered the store from being baked in the sun, the princess saw the logo on the wall and looked somewhat surprised at her own mother.

"Hehe, are you underestimating Mom?"

The density of the crowd inside the store was even higher than on the street, probably because the hot weather made swimming a popular outdoor activity.

Even though all the sales assistants had scattered and were attending to all the customers, it wasn't easy to handle so many people at once.

"But it's nice to relax and pick out things on your own." Vivian chuckled, taking off the sun hat from Tiran's head. "Come on, let's try this on."

For Vivian and Tiran, who were just there to buy swimsuits and had no time constraints or specific goals, it was fine to choose without any guidance from the salespeople.

"Those inside seem a bit nicer, don't they?" Aya pointed to the shelves and mannequins closer to the back of the store. The patterns and textures seemed to be better than the ones Vivian had already picked up.

"Other than being flashy, they don't have any other advantages... After all, swimsuits ultimately depend on body shape. Mom would look good in anything with her figure."

The Queen said confidently.

"I say, Aya, are you only interested in those with gold embroidery?" The princess looked down at herself and scolded Aya with a glance.

Caught red-handed. Aya, who was drawn to the shiny gold metal, felt a bit embarrassed and touched his nose.

"Little Tiran, how about this one?"

Vivian suddenly held a hanger in front of Tiran and waved it.

"What about it? The swimsuit... wtf?!"

The princess's first reaction was that it was an empty hanger. It was only on the second look that she noticed the scant amount of fabric connected by thin straps. Could this really be called "clothing" when covering the critical areas was such a challenge?

"No way! Absolutely not!" Tiran crossed her arms in front, resolutely vetoing it.

"It's a bit too daring..." Aya added weakly, picturing Vivian in that outfit in his mind. Oops, nosebleed, a nosebleed was about to happen.

"Uh... Dad absolutely won't let me wear this kind of thing. I thought I might as well try it while I have the chance."

"Is that kind of his personality?" Tiran recalled her own father who never seemed serious in front of her, and she thought he wouldn't pay much attention to his wife's style of dressing either.

"Yeah, and there won't be anyone else at Gilliast Beach, so it's okay to try it out, right?"

It made sense, and if it was just to fulfill Vivian's wish, Tiran didn't seem to have any reason to object—

"Wow! The nosebleed really happened! Tissue, tissue! No, where's the restroom?!"

That day, shoppers in the mall witnessed a maid rushing past, with a few drops of blood occasionally falling, leaving dark red marks on the ground.

Retract the previous statement; it was necessary to object after all.