In the huge room, Aya silently surveyed her surroundings. Everything matched her expectations, from the tall bookshelves filled with exquisitely illustrated... books, damn it, how obsessed is this princess with such things. There were also a few cabinets in the corner, filled with plastic figurines worth a whopping 9.8 billion, I mean, action figures...

This princess is definitely an otaku, even though she appears to be a normie on the outside, and her status is that of a normie, internally she must be an otaku.

Wait, why do I know about these things?

Ahem, well, let's not focus on these details.

Anyway, everything was as Aya expected, except...

"So what exactly is this thing!" Aya roared at the two floating gold and silver keys in front of her. The keys trembled for a moment before quickly flying backward and disappearing into the bookshelves. Then the voice rang out again, with a hint of amusement, "Sorry, sorry, it's rare for someone other than Miss Tiran to visit. I got a bit too excited."

"... Who are you? Someone from the castle?" Aya asked after a moment of silence. She reminded herself that there might still be a chance before her cover was blown. She couldn't panic at a time like this.

"Um, it's a bit hard to explain," the voice sounded hesitant, as if someone was holding their chin and furrowing their brows in thought. "Strictly speaking, Love-chan is not a person."

"Not a person? Another race? Elf? Dwarf? Demon? And what's with that ghost thing?"

"Uh, not exactly. Love-chan doesn't belong to the category of living beings. Strictly speaking, she is an alchemical organism, although Miss Tiran calls Love-chan an artificial intelligence..."

"Are you kidding me?"

Alchemical organism, formally known as alchemical magic-powered artificial life form, they are usually found in the laboratories of Magic users. The most common use for them is as assistants in Magic experiments, as many experiments can produce harmful substances to the human body, which is not ideal for humans to handle. Of course, there are also alchemical organisms used for combat, but they are relatively rare.

"Hehe, surprised, aren't you?" the voice sounded smug. "Love-chan is Miss Tiran's most faithful treasure curator. All of Miss Tiran's treasures are kept by Love-chan."

As soon as the voice fell, dozens of books floated off the bookshelves, fluttering in front of Aya in a dazzling display, containing all sorts of inappropriate content that made her dizzy.

To be able to do something like this... it meant that the entire room was enveloped in an alchemical matrix. To use an alchemical organism to store a mountain of books... it was truly wasteful! If any Magic user saw this, they would probably be so angry that they would cough up three liters of blood and roll up their sleeves to confront the princess.

"I am indeed surprised, in many ways," Aya wiped the sweat off her forehead. Stay calm, no matter how the princess uses alchemical matrices, don't forget that her purpose is to release the seal around her neck.

"Now that you know who I am, you better honestly explain your intentions! How did you, a little thief, enter Miss Tiran's treasure vault! If you don't make it clear, I'll immediately unleash my Annihilation Magic and kill you!"

The once gentle voice turned fierce, and ten or more arcane symbols lit up on the ceiling, walls, and floor of the room, surrounding Aya.

"I'm not a thief!" Aya quickly denied, she really had no place to reason if she were killed here.

"Ho? If you're not a thief, why did you sneak in here in the middle of the night?"

"Well... you see, I am the princess's servant..."

As she explained while sweating nervously, Aya unbuttoned two buttons on her collar, revealing her pale neck and a golden collar. "Since you're the curator of this treasure vault, has this item been registered here?"

"A seal collar? Hmm, it seems like you're not lying. Miss Tiran did mention that it was for the servant. Alright, I'll trust you this time. As for this item... I remember it was stored in Section B, number 31, ah, there it is."

As the curator muttered and searched in the depths of the treasure vault, Aya gritted her teeth. She can just believe me so easily, and she calls herself an artificial intelligence, more like artificial stupidity?

Not long after, a seemingly heavy metal box floated from the back row of bookshelves to Aya. The lid of the box clicked open, revealing a ring-shaped recess and some rather old-looking papers."Sealing collar, produced by the Magic Technology of the Kingdom of Sians, can suppress the wearer's power, with an additional..."

"Stop reading it, I have personally experienced the effectiveness of this thing and it's absolutely amazing. I'll tell your princess to give the merchant a five-star review. Right now, I only care about how to remove this thing from my neck."

"It says in the manual that there seems to be no forced way to unlock it. The only way is through the spell contract...Oh, it's the thing in the box. As long as the user writes their real name with blood and activates the Magic, the seal will be released and the collar will fall off." Aya's voice became lazy.

"A spell contract?"

Aya bent down and carefully flipped through the stack of papers in the box. Indeed, there it was - a yellowed parchment filled with all kinds of strange and incomprehensible symbols. Although she couldn't understand it at all, she could tell just by the feeling that it was quite powerful.

Touched, Aya finally saw a glimmer of hope to escape from this predicament.

Aya almost shed tears of joy and praised the sun. She wanted to hold that parchment and kiss the moron AI. There was no time to waste, she needed to break free from this damn seal now!

She inserted her right index finger between the two fangs, hesitating.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" Aya smiled awkwardly and said, "Well...I feel that biting my own finger is not only painful but also stupid. Can you please cut a small wound on my finger?"

"..."

The administrator fell into a brief silence. From somewhere, a small knife flew quickly across Aya's right index finger, leaving a shallow cut and a small amount of blood slowly oozing out.

Aya wrote on the parchment a few times and then stopped.

"What's wrong this time?" Love-chan's voice sounded a bit impatient.

"Well...I think the bleeding amount is too small and it needs to be applied a few more times. Can you please make the wound a bit larger?" Aya asked hesitantly.

"...Okay." Another knife flew and the wound became slightly larger.

"I still think it's not enough. Maybe..."

Swish.

"Waaaah! Blood! Blood! Someone help, blood is spurting!!"

...

It took nearly three minutes to write out the long names of the dragon. The reddish script covered the parchment, making it look somewhat eerie, like clues left behind by a deranged killer at a crime scene in a suspense novel.

"Is it done like this?"

Aya put her still bleeding right index finger into her mouth to stop the bleeding. With her other hand, she hesitantly picked up the parchment scroll and shook it in the air. "It doesn't seem to have any effect... Aw, damn it!"

In the next second, the parchment in her hand suddenly burst into intense flames without any warning. The flames quickly consumed the entire parchment and Aya's hand holding it.

Aya instinctively tried to shake off the burning parchment, only to realize that there was no burning sensation on her hand.

The scroll burned up quickly, and the warm ashes slipped through her fingers, scattering on the floor.

Aya touched the sealing collar on her neck. With a slight tremor, the disgusting thing that had been bothering her for days emitted an almost inaudible cracking sound and easily came off.

"Is this... a success?" Aya exhaled softly, uncertainly muttering to herself.

Wait a minute... something's not right. Wasn't the voice-changing spell an additional effect of the sealing collar? But now that the collar is gone, why does my voice still sound like a girl's? And where is my magic power? Why hasn't it recovered yet?!

Aya panicked.

"Hey, Love-chan, can you explain what's going on?"

Silence.

"AI? Administrator? Hello? Are you still there?"

Still no response.

"Oh dear, it's really broken. It cost quite a bit of money. Aya, how do you plan to compensate?"

When Aya heard this voice, she felt a sense of dread.

At the entrance of the room, Tiran, still wearing a silk camisole nightgown, walked in yawning. She looked at him with a mocking expression, her emerald green eyes full of a victorious cunning.

"Um, isn't it a beautiful moon tonight..." Aya tilted her head back to look at the ceiling, knowing full well that she had been fooled again."Yeah, the moonlight is beautiful, you're such a troublemaker."

Bang.

...

"Ah, familiar ceiling..."

Aya didn't know how many times they had seen the ceiling of the princess's bedroom from this damn perspective. Their head was still throbbing, and Aya felt utterly hopeless. Tsk, maybe this time they were really going to be killed?

Struggling a bit, Aya sat up from the ground and glanced at themselves.

They weren't suspended and being beaten up?

"Do you actually want to be punished? Are you a masochist?"

"Nonsense! How can that be true!" Aya instinctively retorted, but then noticed Tiran sitting on the nearby sofa, crossing her elegant legs. In her right hand, she held a cup of steaming hot tea with a subtle expression on her face.

Not being punished actually made Aya even more uneasy. Seeing the expression on the princess's face made them even more flustered.

"So, you're not concerned about what happened last night?"

"Ah, I'm not concerned, anyway, it was my arrangement."

"Oh... Really?!"

"Just think about it for a moment, did you honestly believe that artificial idiot would obediently listen to you? Even if I call her an artificial idiot, as a basic 'rule' for alchemical beings, she cannot disobey." Tiran looked at Aya like they were an idiot. "Your IQ can actually compare to hers, you dumb dragon."

"I..." Aya sighed and sat back on the ground, feeling frustrated. "So, yesterday night was just to play a prank on me?"

"Well, that was part of it... But the main purpose is this," Tiran showed a sinister smile and raised her raised leg slightly. "Dumb dragon, come and kiss my toes."

"Are you joking? How can I do something only a slave would do? This is ridiculous!"

Although Aya's will was resisting, their body uncontrollably rushed towards Tiran and delicately cupped her pristine and tender feet in their hands, as if cherishing a treasure.

Hey, hey, hey! What kind of joke is this? How could something like this be happening?

While their will was still resisting, Aya's tongue was inching closer to Tiran's toes.

Right before their tongue touched the skin of her foot, Tiran put her leg down and stood up, snapping her fingers. "Cancel."

Thunk.

That irresistible force suddenly disappeared, and caught off guard, Aya fell to the ground. Although their face hurt from hitting the ground, Aya didn't care about that now. They struggled to lift their face, now covered in a nosebleed for some reason, and asked, "How...how did you do that?"

"Forget what happened last night, did you?" Tiran smiled and squatted down in front of Aya, her translucent silk nightgown revealing a delightful scenery underneath.

"Last night..." Aya's expression froze, then became disheartened. "No, it can't be."

This only meant that cursed talisman-like thing was definitely the problem!

"Well, that's a master-slave contract for you."

Damn it, this time they were completely screwed.

Aya fell into a corner against the wall, completely turning into a deflated fish, having completely lost all their dreams.