In the next ten minutes, the beach gradually became lively. Besides Little Angel and Shuma, who are close companions, many maids from the castle also joined the barbecue party. For example, Aya's good friend, Ellie.

"Mio... I feel so lucky to work in the castle..." The girl sitting at the edge of the shallows, letting the sea water gently wash over her feet, holding a cup of ice drink, revealing a contented expression, her golden hair shimmering in the sunlight. She savored the cool touch of the seawater on her feet while emitting a lazy voice like a cat ready for an afternoon nap.

"Ellie, you're here too?" A surprised voice came from behind, and when the girl turned around, she met Aya's wine-red eyes.

Even though it was still morning, it was already midsummer by the coast. Today, the weather was good, and the sun was unforgiving. Even Aya, holding a specially made frozen fruit cocktail brought by Little Mo, tried to cool off.

"Aya, why are you dressed like this?" Upon seeing Aya in beach shorts and a short-sleeved open-front jacket, with a revealing but compact abdominal line, the girl first froze, then immediately turned her face away, "Why are you like this? It's so shameless!"

"I'm a guy, isn't it normal to wear men's clothes? Why do you all react like this when you see me?" Aya felt wronged. Despite announcing her true gender to everyone in the castle.

"Ah! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! It's just a reflex..." Ellie apologized, feeling embarrassed, "Everyone just sees Aya as a beautiful older sister."

"...Forget it, I'm used to it." Aya sighed, covering her face, and sat down next to Ellie.

"By the way, I haven't seen you working at the castle recently. Have you been working somewhere else?" Aya blinked.

"No, I've been responsible for cleaning the corridor in the east wing."

"...Huh?"

"What's wrong?" The girl tilted her head in confusion.

"Nothing, don't worry." Though she said so, Aya still harbored suspicions. The east wing corridor? If she remembered correctly, she passed by there several times a day while helping Chirp and her mother-in-law improve cake recipes.

"Why is Aya here then? Shouldn't you be with Prince Tiran on his birthday?"

"Well..." Aya scratched her cheek, smiled helplessly, and gestured towards the shallow sea in the center, "Look."

Following Aya's indication, Ellie couldn't help but stare in surprise. In the knee-deep water, a few maids were playing volleyball, their youthful and energetic bodies glistening in the sun – quite captivating. But that wasn't the focal point. Near them, behind a small reef, a mother and daughter with silver hair were crouching, secretly observing something.

"Tsk, you couldn't tell, Shian is actually a sneaky person..."

"Little Tiran is so young, that child usually wears a chest binder, so it's not obvious."

"I see, wait, how do you know?"

"It's mommy's ~ little ~ secret ~ compared to that, my daughter's swimsuit is also cute. Don't worry, little Tiran is definitely not inferior to them."

"Although it sounds fine, why do I feel so annoyed..."

"Both of you mother and daughter are quite alike!"

Aya, who couldn't stand it anymore, protested loudly towards Tiran.

"Don't mind, don't mind. Although cute girls are pleasing to the eye, I still love Aya the most."

"Where did you learn these lousy pick-up lines… Hey, hey? Hey?"

Before she could finish her sentence, the communication contract was unilaterally severed, and Aya saw the mother and daughter from behind the rocks joining the water volleyball game.

Aya and Ellie exchanged awkward glances for a moment. Ellie suddenly burst into laughter. "Isn't Prince Tiran always like this?"

"That's true..." Aya yawned, stood up, brushing off the sand from the ground, and then curiously asked, "Why not join them? Don't you know how to swim? I can teach you."

"N-no, it's not like that!" The girl's cheeks blushed again, her gaze shifting away from Aya, "I can swim, I've just been feeling a bit tired lately for some reason."

"Tired? Didn't get enough rest last night?"

"No, no! I slept just fine!" The girl, like a cat with its tail stepped on, used her free hand to push Aya's leg forcefully, "Don't worry about me, Aya! I'm fine!"

Castle backyard garden, on the cliff's edge, the three troublemakers were still hidden here. However, with the enhanced hawk eye vision from Johannes, they could clearly see the scene on the beach, making it less boring.

"Ah, so many pretty girls, I really want to go play with them..." Johannes expressed his longing and reluctance as he pounded the nearby tree trunk with his fist.

"It's not time yet." Sullivan glanced up at the sun in the sky. It was still in the morning, with a few light clouds floating in the clear blue sky, and the giant ball of light just beginning its ascent.

The Temple Church's magic and the connection to the Angel clan had a deep relationship. Most of their spells could harness the power of the sun, often manifesting greater power in strong sunlight. Illusion spells of the same system also worked this way.

This was the result of Sullivan's precise calculation of magic distribution. Only under the noon sun's blessing could his illusion spell effectively affect all the Holy Rank experts and numerous unrelated people present.

"This spell is indeed convenient. How come the old man in the church didn't teach me this before?" Vera complained regretfully.

"When you say 'old man,' are you referring to the teacher?" Johannes raised an eyebrow. He was more casual, respectful of the Pope yet not strict on titles, whereas Sullivan had been indoctrinated by the teachings of the holy knights, which Johannes found somewhat brainwashing.

To his surprise, Sullivan didn't react strongly, just shaking his head. "His Holiness doesn't understand illusion magic. In fact, the cultivation method of this spell has always been held by the Order of the Holy Cloister. Only because of my good relationship with the predecessors in the knighthood did I learn the practice."

"Also, let's refrain from using such titles for His Holiness. Not everyone in the knighthood or the church is as indifferent to titles as I am."

Finally, the holy knight slightly expressed his dissatisfaction—resulting in him actually caring.

"Haha, it's fine. Even if I mention it, most people won't understand that the old man refers to the Pope." Vera appeared indifferent.

The atmosphere became somewhat awkward, and the faint smell of gunpowder made Johannes nervous, so he quickly tried to change the subject.

"Oh, yeah... Sullivan, what kind of illusion did you cast on that little maid earlier? Whenever I looked at her, she made some strange sounds and had a subtle expression..."

"I'm not sure. Creating illusions requires a lot of energy. The illusion I imposed on her was formed naturally based on the memories that are most likely to immerse her."

"I understand that. A teenage girl would certainly have a dreamy, pink dream full of romance, maybe even a floral scent."

Vera raised her thumb with a confident expression of superiority, "Actually, sometimes I dream of Yuan...“

"Um..." The atmosphere seemed even more awkward.