"Your Highness, the task you ordered has been completed. Lord Aya is waiting outside the door."

With permission from Tiran, Mimi entered the princess's bedroom and greeted the princess, who was sitting on the sofa reading a book.

"It's already done? Just as I expected from Mimi!" Tiran immediately closed her book and jumped up excitedly, running towards the maid in her furry slippers.

When Tiran noticed her appearance after running out, she immediately realized something was off. Oh no, she was casually wearing a nightgown and missing one of her slippers. Her strict personal maid, who always emphasized appearance, would surely scold her again...

But this time, Tiran surprisingly didn't receive any scolding.

Huh, what's going on? Did Mimi suddenly have a change of heart? Did she finally approve of Tiran's carefree and unrestricted lifestyle as the prevailing trend?

But clearly, it didn't seem that way.

Although Mimi, the maid, was trying hard to maintain poise and keep her voice steady, her slightly trembling body and tightly clenched hands on the hem of her maid dress betrayed her nearly crumbling inner self.

Tiran knew her maid quite well. As a personal maid to a member of the royal direct bloodline, Mimi excelled in all aspects. What could have happened to make her be in this state?

Tiran tentatively reached out and waved her hand in front of Mimi's eyes, asking, "Mimi? Is everything alright?"

The maid didn't answer, but Aya's voice came from outside the door with a hint of annoyance, "Miss Maid, how much longer do I have to wait outside?"

"Ah, Aya, come in first," Tiran instinctively responded.

"Your Highness, maybe we shouldn't-" Mimi tried to stop her, but her delayed reaction due to her earlier stupor caused a half-second delay.

Then Aya walked in from outside the door.

We often use metaphors like "even the sound of a pin dropping can be heard" or "even the sound of someone swallowing saliva can be heard" in our writing, but only at this moment did the princess truly experience such silence... It really exists.

As for the reason...

The people of the Holy Milania Kingdom gossiped about how the second princess of their country was beautiful to the point that numerous aristocrats and even neighboring countries sent marriage proposals immediately after the princess's fifteenth birthday celebration. Of course, Tiran's appearance, figure, and demeanor were all deserving of such reputation.

But at this moment, Princess Tiran, the noble second princess of Milania, began to doubt her own beauty.

"Who...are you?" The princess almost groaned as she asked the white-haired girl before her. Although she already had an answer in her heart, she couldn't help but ask again.

The white-haired girl had shoulder-length white hair that was neatly styled. It lightly swayed in the breeze coming in through the window. Her delicate facial features were no less refined than Tiran's, and her fair face had a faint touch of makeup, with skin so pure it was nearly transparent. Her wine-red eyes added a bewitching quality that the princess did not possess.

At about 5'7" in height, it may not be much for boys, but for a girl, it was quite tall. The typical black and white maid outfit worn in the castle looked perfectly fitted on her. Her legs, wrapped in black stockings, had a line that would make any man go crazy.

The only regret was that her chest was a bit flat, with the clothes there sagging, slightly diminishing her overall beauty. Only this gave Princess Tiran a little comfort.

"Me? I'm Astelitine... Well, that name is a bit long, just call me Aya," the white-haired girl lazily raised both arms and stretched in a yawn, revealing her body's contours.

The princess, who was a bit stunned, slapped herself on the back of the hand to quickly wake up. No, not good. She had intended to tease her, but she almost got flustered... How could that person, who looked handsome in men's clothing, transform into a fairy just by changing outfits and applying a bit of makeup!

"Hey, Mimi..." Tiran instinctively turned her head, only to find her pink-haired maid also staring blankly at Aya, her eyes filled with an inexplicable eagerness. What's worse, she was drooling, drooling was about to come out!

In contrast to these two, Aya seemed completely unaware of her current situation and looked at them in confusion, "Why are you looking at me like that? Did I do something wrong again?"Well, yes, it is suspected that she has dealt a devastating blow to women emotionally.

The reason why Aya is not aware of the current situation is actually understandable, after all, they are of different races. Even if she has some understanding of human aesthetics, she is still a dragon at her core. It's like a human looking at a beautiful female sheep, even if she understands that it is beautiful by sheep standards, she wouldn't feel strongly about it.

Seeing that the two of them didn't react, Aya didn't think too much about it and casually walked to the side, placing her hands on her empty chest with a bit of frustration.

"Um, Your Highness."

"...huh?"

"Could you please help me relax this restriction a little? Just enough for me to use a bit of magic." Aya undid her maid outfit's slightly high collar, revealing her fair neck and the tightly fitting golden collar on top.

"Why?"

"I want to use some transformation magic... because this area of my chest feels empty..."

"No! Not just the doors, even the windows are closed! Absolutely, absolutely not!" Tiran practically roared out these words.

What a joke, the princess herself doesn't have that ability! Damn it, Magic... magic, why am I not capable of it!

Tiran gritted her teeth in anger.

...

"Can someone explain what's going on right now?"

Ten minutes later, still in the princess's bedroom, Tiran regained her composure and sat back on the sofa with a calm expression. She held a white porcelain teacup in her hand, while Mimi poured her a cup of steaming hot tea from a delicate teapot.

As for Aya...

In the corner of the room, the white-haired girl who had just dealt a devastating blow to Tiran, Mimi, and the other maids who helped her dress and do her makeup, was suspended by a red rope. Her clothes were in disarray, and even her stockings had been torn off. A few strands of hair hung in front of her forehead, her eyes were dazed, resembling an innocent girl who had made a mistake.

...In fact, there wasn't much of a difference.

As for the exact details of what happened, we won't go into that, but let's just say that Princess Tiran released her pent-up anger and everything returned to calm.

However, after calming down, Tiran suddenly felt guilty when she saw Aya's pitiful expression as a maid. Ahem, well, she had gone a bit too far. After all, it was her idea in the first place, and it wasn't fair to take it out on Aya and leave herself feeling unbalanced.

"This... this is punishment! Punishment for attracting more attention than the master as a servant..."

"In that case, I'm really sorry! It was my mistake!" Aya felt frustrated.

"Alright!"

Slamming the table, the princess stood up abruptly, frightening Aya into thinking that she was going to be punished again. But Tiran unexpectedly bowed to Aya at a standard ninety-degree angle with great seriousness. "I'm sorry, I was wrong! Will this be enough?"

"..." Aya, hanging in mid-air, twisted her neck awkwardly and looked at the princess. "Uh, it's not that I really care about an apology, but could you please put me down first?"

After being freed from the rope, Aya tidied her clothes a bit and sat down in the corner, leaning against the wall. After putting on the stockings that had been torn off, she carefully inspected her body and sighed deeply:

"Ah, I think I understand what's going on now. So, can I change out of this outfit now?"

"No!"

"What the heck! What else do you want from me! I don't want to be treated like that again!" Aya was a bit overwhelmed, recalling what had happened in the past ten minutes... No, it was too embarrassing!

"No, it's not because of that..." Perhaps feeling guilty, Tiran's aura suddenly weakened a lot, and she murmured in a low voice.

"Actually, it's like this." Seeing Tiran's embarrassment, Mimi took a step forward, slightly bowing and spoke on her behalf, "Allowing you to change clothes wasn't entirely a prank from Her Highness..."

"So you mean part of it was a prank?"

"Please stay quiet when someone else is speaking!" The maid's gaze turned slightly cold, instantly stunning Aya. She truly deserved the title of someone who could subdue the princess.

"Very few people know that Your Highness defeated you. In fact, most people in the castle have no knowledge of this, including His Majesty the King, who only knows that Your Highness has killed a dragon and is not aware that you're still alive."Aya wanted to ask a question, but intimidated by the fierce gaze of the maid, she dared not speak.

It's not difficult to understand why the princess defeating the dragon was not announced. Killing a dragon may sound glorifying, but it also brings a lot of trouble. As the saying goes, the waves behind push the waves before. The ones who came before often die on the beach. There are always strong, weak, clever, and ignorant newcomers appearing every moment, staring wide-eyed, searching for opportunities to become famous.

At times like these, suddenly a dragon slayer shows up? Excellent! It's the perfect opportunity to step on you and take your place! If I can defeat you, doesn't that prove I am stronger than the "dragon slayer"?

Once the news leaks out, there will immediately be countless rookie newcomers and even some powerful but opportunity-less masters coming to challenge. Although Princess's strength is invincible, facing the continuous stream of challengers is still exhausting and annoying – knight duels and challenge applications are protected rights granted by the Continental Knight Association, a force stronger than many kingdoms, and even the king and nobles have no right to interfere.

It's understandable to keep this news under wraps, but the next point is strange. The king should be the princess's father, right? Can't he secretly tell him the truth and let him be proud and happy for his daughter? To capture and subdue a dragon, a golden dragon at that, is an achievement that ordinary people and even many famous heroes dare not even imagine.

"Anyway, we do not want the news of you, a dragon, still being alive to spread. To prevent leaks, the safest way is to have you stay by the princess's side."

"Understood, but what does that have to do with the current situation?" Aya weakly squeezed the maid attire she was wearing.

"Other than Justice serving by the princess's side, there are no men."

"...So you mean, as long as this situation continues, I have to dress like this every day?" Aya's voice trembled. It's one thing to wear it for fun, but if she really had to appear with this identity every day...

Seems not bad, though, huh?

Aya had completely given up on herself.