Larry and Alicia settled quietly in Peter’s manor, reporting all their findings to Daisy.

They were too far from her to know if she’d withstand the truth.

After all, even before their arrival, they’d sensed Daisy’s deep trust and admiration for Prince Garp.

Though he’d seized her throne and imprisoned her, she’d believed he was merely acting in the kingdom’s best interest.

But what happened next put their minds at ease.

Though Prince Garp’s grand speech at the banquet won over Danka’s elite,

the nobles and officials who returned home handled the protesting crowds far less gently.

Unlike Garp, they offered no explanations.

They saw no reason to involve common folk in state affairs.

Instead, they resorted to brutal suppression and forced dispersal.

Through brute force and terror, street protests in Danka dwindled.

But the kingdom’s atmosphere grew tense and suffocating—

like a powder keg waiting for a spark.

Daisy seized this moment to place the final straw on the camel’s back:

Prince Garp’s own son, Bruno.

He appeared publicly to confirm Daisy’s claims.

Using news agencies akin to newspapers, Daisy spread the truth across nearly all of Danka.

Public outrage erupted. Even Garp’s loyalists had no answer for such widespread fury.

Rebellions flared in several regions.

Daisy pressed on, pouring cold water onto boiling oil.

She revealed what Larry and Alicia had uncovered:

Prince Garp’s collusion with the Soulspirit Race.

After the earlier humiliating treaty, this news shocked the nation. Many believed it instantly.

Worse, several military commanders openly denounced King Garp, demanding explanations.

This time, Garp remained silent under their accusations.

Seizing the momentum, Daisy stepped from shadows into light.

She first cleared her name—exposing how Garp had framed her,

how the Soulspirit Race had manipulated her.

Now openly rebelling, she led her uprising to free innocent civilians crushed under Garp’s rule.

Events spiraled beyond Garp’s control.

The very commanders who’d questioned him defected to Daisy’s side.

Her influence swelled.

Civil war in Danka loomed inevitable.

…

During these turbulent half-months,

Alicia and Larry spent their days analyzing Garp’s moves through Peter’s intel—

and chatting with Hannah.

Hannah’s silver hair and crimson eyes utterly fascinated Alicia.

*If I were still male,* Alicia mused, *I’d absolutely try to win her over.*

Even now, bonding with her felt uniquely sweet.

*What if I regain my body someday? This goodwill would skyrocket.*

"Haha! Kkoo Tribe folks really eat dirt? Hilarious!"

Sheltered her whole life, Hannah was spellbound by Alicia’s tales.

The world outside was far richer than her books described.

Their friendship deepened rapidly—into true confidante territory.

Alicia dropped her initial aloofness, her wit and warmth shining through.

Yet Hannah also taught Alicia unexpected lessons.

As a noble lady, Hannah knew how to be graceful and endearing.

Alicia’s boldness intrigued her, but her lack of ladylike manners shocked Hannah.

*(She never guessed Alicia’s past life as a man—*

*she blamed it on years of rough adventuring.)*

To repay Alicia’s captivating stories,

Hannah launched a "lady refinement plan."

Not strict etiquette—no forced demure smiles—

but basic feminine grace and speech.

For Alicia, it was torture.

Yet how could she refuse a frail, silver-haired girl gazing at her with hopeful crimson eyes?

*Fine. I’ll learn it. I can unlearn it later anyway—I’ll be male again soon.*

Resigned, Alicia cooperated.

In just fifteen days, Hannah transformed her into a poised, witty "lady."

"Seriously," Larry teased as Alicia exited Hannah’s room, still in refined mode,

"why don’t we register as partners? Your looks and manners totally match my XP."

He grinned. "I’m handsome, rich, own property and carriages.

My parents here would adore you. Yours would approve of me.

It’s a match made in heaven!"

"Screw you!" Alicia snapped, glaring at her friend-turned-pursuer.

"Every word you say fills your castration progress bar. Tread carefully."

"Castration… progress bar?" Larry blinked.

Watching Alicia revert to her usual fierce self, Larry felt a pang of regret—

then relief. *This* was the Alicia he knew.

Her suspicious stare made him uneasy.

*Has she noticed me staring lately?*

*Does she think I’m actually… interested in her body?!*

*Was she serious before?!*

Alicia sucked in a sharp breath, stepping back warily.

"Enemy behind me?" Larry’s hand drifted to his sword hilt, alert.

Alicia shook her head, lips parting soundlessly.

*How do I ask if he’s lusting after my body?*

*He’d just joke, "Of course I am!"*

*Unless I force a serious answer…*

*…I’d rather die.*

"What’s wrong?" Larry pressed, baffled by her stormy expression.

"Look—I’m a woman now, right?"

"Hmm."

"Then shouldn’t you… keep distance? Watch your words? Like with Daisy?"

Larry studied her, startled.

*Has she already… given up on being a man?*

"Given up on *what*?"

"Given up on your *sister*!" Alicia exploded, storming off.

Larry chased after her, bewildered.

"Why are you following?!" she snapped.

"Important news! We’ve tracked Garp’s movements.

Need to plan our next move—together."

"Why didn’t you lead with that?!"

All you threw at me was trash talk!"

*We always trash-talk!* Larry bit back the retort.

*One wrong word, and this suddenly moody kitten really will claw my eyes out.*