Another morning has arrived.

Aya stood in front of the mirror, yawning and brushing her teeth, her mind still in a mess. It was said that last night, a guy tried to sneak into the castle but was quickly caught by the guards and fled.

It was said that two guards who were lounging by the city wall caught him, indicating that occasionally slacking off could still be somewhat useful.

Hanging the towel back on the nearby rack, Aya walked out of the washroom and glanced at the bed.

"Hehe... lamb hot pot... beef stew with potatoes... tomato soup... Senior Aya..."

The golden-haired girl, hiding her wings, held a bundle of blankets, with one long and slender thigh pressed across, sleeping restlessly with a satisfied smile on her pretty face, a little shimmering liquid at the corner of her mouth.

Wait, why am I mingling with all this food? Seems like little Angel's thoughts are a bit off?

Aya was feeling a bit uneasy, and by the way, that leg was resting on her when she woke up.

Nothing happened in such a vulnerable situation. Should I say that it's no wonder it was me?

But speaking of which, someone who can have impure thoughts in this completely defenseless posture should reflect on their own thoughts.

"Seems a bit early?"

Quietly leaving the room, Aya noticed the faint morning light filtering in through the corridor window and realized it was still quite early. The chefs preparing breakfast and the maids starting the first round of patrols and cleaning hadn't begun their work yet in the castle.

Considering the maid's professionalism, she was quite accustomed to it after all... Using a bit of magic to transform the scales on her body into a soft maid outfit, Aya stretched lazily.

There was no movement on the dragon knight covenant side, with Tiran's spirit in a very calm and stable state, a standard sleep mode. Considering yesterday's shopping and the late-night ruckus caused by little Fei, if she woke her up now, she would probably be beaten on the spot, so it was better to let her sleep.

As for Chirp, she suddenly became interested in various cuisines a few days ago, and she was less insistent on having Aya accompany her to play—perhaps because after being thrashed in various game projects by superior computational power, she felt less challenged...

Moreover, children seemed to need more sleep, so there was no need to rush Chirp to wake up so early.

Unconsciously, Aya had completely started treating Chirp like an ordinary child.

"Anyway, let's have breakfast first. Having solitary time undisturbed in the castle is quite precious, after all."

Walking along the familiar path towards the kitchen near the castle that provided food for the staff, Aya strolled leisurely with an empty mind.

The war in Milania was temporarily over, which meant a brief respite from a series of suffocating events, right?

Hmm, wait, it seems that troublemaker hasn't been dealt with yet, but he's been silent lately.

Thinking of Yuan, another fact Aya recently learned resurfaced in her mind.

About the truth that "Miss Tiran actually comes from another world," her feelings hadn't changed. Regardless of where she came from, Aya's fondness for her remained unchanged.

Um, saying it out loud still feels a bit embarrassing.

"Hey, isn't that..."

Walking past a window, Aya's gaze happened to catch a figure on the grassy side swinging a sword for practice.

Shuma? When did she arrive?

Of course, Aya didn't dwell on Shuma for too long, and soon her thoughts turned to what she would eat this morning. Even the food provided to staff in the castle was quite good, at least judging by his year of indulging in so much human cuisine.

Of course, it was also possible that Aya found everything delicious.

...Except for the Queen's oddly shaped pancakes.

Buttered toast with jam paired with scrambled eggs sounded good, but she had already eaten that yesterday, and even the late-night snack was bread, so she decided to go for something else.

Oh, Ellie had recommended scrambled eggs with mashed potatoes and bacon earlier, which sounded great, along with a glass of juice, yes, that was it.

"Mm-hmm, this simple life is quite pleasant."

Arriving at the entrance of the cafeteria, it seemed that not a soul was present in the wide-open doors.

And... where's the food?

In the spacious and bright dining hall, besides the clean tablecloths usually neatly arranged on the long tables along with metal containers and utensils, it was now empty and deserted, with nobody occupying the round tables for dining.

Aya blinked, confirming she was in the right place, and then spotted the master chef who usually effortlessly prepared breakfast for everyone in the castle and also delivered food to the guards at the residence, helplessly leaning against the wall sipping tea.

"Oh, Aya's here."

The uncle with thick beard waved his hand.

"Good morning," although Aya was polite to others, she elegantly greeted with a bow, then asked in confusion, "Um... why is the master chef here?"

"Well, this... hahaha, it's a bit unexpected, sorry, it's just for today, but let's manage with some jam toast for breakfast."

Setting down his teacup, the master chef deftly sliced four pieces of bread and placed them in the portable magic crystal bread toaster set up on the dining table, while on the side, he opened a jar of jam.

"So, what's the matter?"

Disappointed that the desired breakfast was no longer available, Aya watched the red light emitted by the fire magic crystal.

"Well... although... but if it's Aya, then maybe..." The master chef rubbed his chin, pondered for a moment, then nodded heavily, as if making some important decision.

Thirty seconds later.

Aya pushed open the door to the kitchen, and a rich aroma... probably? In any case, some scent hit her face.

As the master chef had said, the kitchen was indeed unusable in this situation...

"Hey hey! Don't keep the door open, or we'll have to change the breakfast venue!"

The chef, with a very sensitive nose, quickly waved his hands urging Aya to close the kitchen door behind her, which finally relieved his anxiety.

"Huh? Aya?"

The kitchen wasn't devoid of people, at least there was a silver-haired woman in an apron and tied-up hair busily working at the ingredient processing table by the oven, and she looked surprised when she noticed Aya entering.

Unimaginably, the culprit causing the kitchen to be unusable was none other than the mother-in-law. How would one explain this?

According to the master chef, this morning when he came to the kitchen to prepare breakfast, he had been knocked on the door by Lady Viviane, who asked to borrow a workspace.

As she was the queen, he had no power to refuse, and since it was just preparing work meals, it wasn't much pressure on the kitchen, so lending a workspace was not a problem.

It was only when the master chef saw Lady Viviane happily bringing out a box of durian that he realized he had made a serious mistake.