As the residence of Her Royal Highness, Princess of Saint Milania Kingdom, the restaurant in Giliast Castle is designed to host large banquet-level events. It is only one level lower than the palace in the capital city. However, the restaurant is currently sparsely occupied, appearing very empty.

The princess leaned her chin on her hand and held a glass of fruit wine, sipping through a straw while observing the white-haired young man who quickly cleared the plates. Her personal maid, Mimi, stood by with her hands folded.

"The Dragon's recovery ability is really strong, huh?"

When it comes to the race with the strongest recovery ability, Dragons definitely rank among them. After all, injuries like crushed skulls and broken legs can be healed within a day.

"Good, very clean..."

Two ordinary maids responsible for clearing the empty plates and serving more food were silently amazed as they took away the stacks of plates. Not a single trace of grease remained; it seemed like they didn't even need to be washed.

Although he had transformed into a human body, internally he was still a Dragon, with a naturally different need for food. In addition, after being thrown into the dungeon and jolted by the princess's harassment all night, the young man felt like he needed delicious food to soothe his wounded soul.

"Ah." Finally, after setting down the last plate, the young man wiped his mouth with a napkin, relieved. "Human food is still the best."

"Hehe, right?" The princess grinned.

"Your Highness, please mind your manners," Mimi reminded.

"Ah, Mimi, that old man isn't here, and this isn't a public occasion. There's no need to be so formal." The princess waved her hand dismissively, not caring.

"Your Highness, as a princess, etiquette is important. Whether the King is present or not..."

The maid's expression turned stern as she launched into a lecture.

"I'm not listening! I'm not listening!"

The princess immediately rejected it by throwing a tantrum, rolling and banging her head on the table.

The young man's hand trembled slightly as he held the napkin, eye twitching a few times. Hey hey hey, did I really get dragged back by this person? What should I do? I really feel ashamed as a Dragon.

"Please do not have such thoughts."

A calm male voice suddenly sounded in the young man's ear. When he turned around, he saw a man dressed in black butler attire standing behind him, with ice-blue eyes coldly staring at him.

"Although Her Highness is only seventeen years old, she already holds the title of 'Great Knight' awarded by the Knight's Association. And you should have experienced her true strength firsthand."

The giant dragon did remember those ice-blue eyes; it seemed like he had seen this butler in the dungeon yesterday.

Moreover, he didn't think he had voiced his inner thoughts just now, and yet the butler accurately exposed them. Could it be that he could read minds?

Noticing the shocked expression on the young man's face, the butler shook his head. "No, it's just the ability to observe and understand one's emotions. It's mainly because Lord Dragon is too easy to read."

"Oh, Justice is back?" The princess, weakened by the maid's lecture, lazily waved and greeted from the table, her long eyelashes drooping listlessly.

"Yes, the convoy was delayed, so I came back to see Her Highness first." The butler placed his right hand over his chest and bowed to the princess. "I apologize for interrupting your meal, Your Highness."

"Ah, it's okay. I've told you not to be so formal."

But obviously, the butler didn't fully listen. He solemnly bowed once again before leaving the restaurant.

Staring at the butler's retreating figure, the young man held his breath for a moment before uttering a few words, "Strange fellow."

"Don't mind him. That's just his personality. But he's quite powerful, and his mango pudding is delicious." The princess suddenly became energetic when the mango pudding was mentioned. However, her attention quickly returned to the young man.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Dragon, as a servant under the Princess of this country, I don't even know your name."

"Huh? Isn't it common sense to give your own name before asking for someone else's name? You rude person." The young man's mind flickered, and inexplicably, another sentence popped out of his mouth.

Three seconds later.

"Sorry, my bad." Rubbing the big bump on his head that was still emitting smoke, the young man winced in pain. Clearly, his Dragon body strength was still intact... this must be the power of a strong woman!

"You... I've already told you my name!" The princess folded her arms and pouted, glaring at the young man."Huh?!" The boy widened his eyes, experiencing various ups and downs within just twenty-four hours, causing his brain to feel a bit sluggish. He clearly had less than a day's worth of memories and struggled to retrieve the necessary parts.

"It seems like... T... something?" he said.

"Tilan Elise Yun! You idiot! You pronounced it so clearly before," the girl replied.

"It's my fault, okay? Who can remember such a difficult name?" The boy unconsciously raised his voice.

"What's so difficult about it!"

"Sorry, my memory isn't good. I can only remember names that are less than six syllables and do not include characters or numbers," he proudly said, even giving a thumbs up.

"You!" The princess angrily slammed the table, wanting to punish the disobedient servant, but due to her care for mentally challenged children, she let him off for now.

"Fine, if you really can't remember, just call me Tilan," the princess took a deep breath, calming down her tendency to explode because of this idiot. "Now, what's your name?"

"Well... as for me," the boy pondered for half a second, then opened his eyes. "My name is Astell Ting Ogrien AErial Er-Ol Ibru Prest Hugh Magog Minoselg Meiso Budamia..."

With each word that came out of the boy's mouth, Tilan's expression darkened a bit. Suddenly, the air in the restaurant became quiet, and then everyone present heard the sound of rationality breaking like a snapped string.

"What do you mean you can't remember but can pronounce such a long string of names so fluently, you bastard!" Tilan unleashed her iron fist on the defiant and disobedient idiot!

...

The next day, a team of decorators specializing in serving the royal family arrived at the Giliaste Castle and removed the damaged long table from the dining hall.

"Maid Chief, if I may ask, why are there damaged furniture? The furniture in Giliaste Castle is top-tier and shouldn't suddenly be damaged," the manager of the decorating team, a middle-aged man with a beard, commanded his subordinates to move the broken table onto the carriage. He asked the maid, Mimi, who was standing nearby curiously.

"I'm sorry, but it's a matter related to the royal family's secrets, and I cannot disclose it," the maid politely declined, slightly bowing.

"I see, then forget it. Another team will immediately deliver a replacement table later," the bearded man nodded and walked down the stairs to instruct his subordinates who were in charge of setting up the damaged table. As a servant to the royal family, he understood that there were things he shouldn't know. Since there is nothing to be told, it's better to put curiosity aside early.

After the caravan had traveled some distance from the castle, a young worker found the bearded man who was leisurely smoking a pipe at the front of the carriage and said, "Captain, there's something..."

The bearded man casually tapped his pipe on the railing beside him and slowly blew out the smoke ring. "What is it? Tell me."

"Well, when I was inspecting the back of the carriage just now, I found that the broken part of the table seems to be missing a piece that forms a human shape."

The originally round smoke ring suddenly burst.

"Don't ask, don't say, don't talk about it," the bearded man broke out in a cold sweat. Did this kid use his wits in the wrong place?!

"Understood!"

...

Back to that evening.

In the princess's room, the boy sat in a daze in the corner, his gaze empty.

"Who am I? Where am I?"

"Don't pretend to have amnesia, Your Highness!" Tilan snapped.

"But I really lost a part of my memory!" the boy said with a hint of grievance. "Did you do something to me again?"

"I didn't do anything!" Tilan shook her head firmly. "Just tell me your name for now. We can't keep calling you 'Dragon' forever, right?"

"Oh, oh, let me think... It's probably Astell Ting Ogrien AErial Er-Ol Ibru Prest Hugh Magog Minoselg Meiso Budamia..."

"Aya."

"No, no, it's Astell Ting..."

"Enough! That name is too hard to pronounce! Just call yourself Aya!"

And so, the Dragon gained another name, seemingly feminine.