Guranxiu Elisyun is a legendary name in the Kingdom of Milania.

He was the 31st king of the kingdom and led the Forbidden Army of the royal city to consecutive victories in the rebellion 18 years ago, defeating the rebel army that was ten times larger and eliminating the problems accumulated in the kingdom for centuries, rejuvenating the weakened kingdom.

This great achievement directly made him the second most important figure among the kings of the past generations, second only to the founding monarch, and also earned him the glorious title of "War God King".

Those who have heard of this legend have the impression that the king is tall and majestic, with a commanding presence. Aya also thought so... until this moment.

"This stalker is the king? Don't be ridiculous." Aya scoffed, shrugged her shoulders, and stepped on the guy's face with her boot heel twice. "You're trying to deceive me, aren't you? You definitely want to deceive me!"

...

After a while, in a secluded palace in the royal palace.

"So this guy is really the king!"

Aya widened her eyes and stared at the "stalker" who was sitting on the throne, wearing a crown. Her mind was trembling. No, this doesn't make sense. Why did it turn out like this?! The guy on the throne looks very young, and judging from his appearance alone, he looks like a contemporary of Godefroy. But Tiran always referred to the king as an old man!

"I am indeed the king. Can't you see how much I resemble little Tiran?"

Indeed, they look very similar, both with silver hair and blue eyes, especially their faces, which are like carved from the same mold, except that the king's face appears more determined than Tiran's, and he is indeed a handsome man... if there weren't shoe prints on his face.

Aya still didn't give up and turned her head, pitifully placing her last hope on Tiran.

Tiran spread her hands. "Although I don't want to admit it, he is indeed my father."

...What should I do if I accidentally beat up the king when I first meet him in the palace? I'm online, quite anxious.

"You... you participated in the war 18 years ago, right? How can you be so young?!"

"Well, that's right. But 18 years ago, I was only 16 years old, and now I'm only 34. Plus, I look young myself, so there shouldn't be a problem, right?" King Sama pinched his chin and deliberated.

This is a big problem! If you say you're Tiran's brother, I'm afraid many people will believe it!

Aya fell into silence for a while, thinking about how to deal with the current situation. Hmm, at times like this, the best thing to do is to admit defeat...

"Your Majesty, please forgive me! I really didn't mean to kick you in the face!"

The king showed considerable tolerance and coughed twice, waving his hand. "It's alright, considering you didn't do it on purpose. Let's just pretend nothing happened." After all, he was also discovered while secretly trailing his own daughter, so it was normal for her to kick him without recognizing him.

"Hey, old man." Tiran pulled Aya, who was bowing and apologizing, back to her side, with a sarcastic smile on her face. "Never mind Aya's matter, shouldn't you explain all those reports flying around and the welcoming procession from the city gate to the palace?"

Aya's actions almost made her forget her original purpose.

Guranxiu's expression stiffened, and his eyes wandered around. "Ah... well, um, I put a lot of thought into it, Daddy. How is it? Isn't it great?"

"It's not great at all!" Tiran was so angry that she almost wanted to throw the maid in her hand out and smash this idiot. "You did it on purpose, didn't you! You knew I hated this kind of thing!"

"Uh, we have to adapt, don't we? After all, as a member of the royal family, we will always encounter similar situations in the future..."

"Tell me the truth!"

Seeing signs of Tiran's anger, Guranxiu dared not make up stories anymore. He sighed heavily, leaned against the back of the throne, and with a bit of distress, propped his head up. "Because I had no other choice."

"No other choice?" Tiran was stunned for a moment.

"Your coming-of-age ceremony and Blade's have passed for several years. The things that should have been decided long ago have been delayed by me until now. So, at the New Year celebration, I will announce the next heir to the throne."

"Oh. So what does that have to do with you making all these gimmicks?" Tiran glared at her own father.

"Of course, it's related. Your old man, me, has the title of 'War God King.' When the next heir to the throne returns to the capital city, there should be some achievements, right? It just so happens that you killed a dragon, so we should take advantage of it and cause a stir.""Wait a minute..." Tiran tapped her forehead. "Are you saying that you want to appoint me as the next heir to the throne?"

"Yeah," Guran replied without hesitation.

"No, get lost," she rejected outright.

"...Sorry, could you say that again?" Guran asked.

"No, get lost."

"Why?" Guran's expression fell. "This is the throne we're talking about, the throne! Why wouldn't you want such a good thing? Just give the command and the whole kingdom will be yours!"

"Don't pretend. You just want to retire early and travel, don't you?" Tiran looked at him disdainfully. "Besides, dealing with affairs all day long in the palace, having boring discussions with those noble ministers, it's too much trouble."

"Don't you just stay at home all day in the castle..." Aya muttered under her breath before Tiran silently stomped her foot on Aya's back.

Ah, it seemed like she heard bones cracking.

"Anyway," Tiran wondered, "why not let big brother do it? He's the most suitable heir to the throne, right? He's been observing and learning from you, the old man, handling all sorts of affairs since childhood. He's much more capable than me, the princess who only knows how to fight."

"Because..." Guran's expression suddenly turned serious.

"Because?" Tiran saw the seriousness on the old man's face and wondered if there was a reason he had to do this.

"Because that guy is a boy! How could he compare to my adorable daughter! In the end, it's my final wish for a girl to inherit the throne!" Guran proudly raised his thumb.

"Go to hell, you perverted bastard!"

Tiran felt like a complete fool for holding any hope for this guy. Her silver hair flowed without wind, and she drew frigid air to form a crystalline ice sword in her hand, which she threw towards the king.

The king instinctively bent down to avoid the ice sword. When he looked up, he saw the ice sword had pierced through the back of the throne chair above his head. He immediately broke out in a cold sweat, "Hey, hey! I'm your father! Are you trying to kill me?"

"You'll become a perverted father sooner or later! In order to preserve my future and the glorious image of the Hero King in the hearts of the people, you better let me finish you off!"

...

Ten minutes later, the king sat back on his throne, gasping for breath, while Tiran leaned against a pillar next to her, catching her breath.

Aya stood silently on the side, expressionless, watching this pair who looked like siblings. Just now, he witnessed firsthand the power of the military god king, Milenia. Not that the two fought, but Tiran chased Guran around the hall with her sword for a full ten minutes.

Well, being able to escape from the clutches of Her Highness Princess for ten minutes without being killed was quite impressive in a certain sense. Truly befitting the title of the military god king who had made a name for himself on the battlefield.

Realizing that she couldn't hit her father, Tiran clicked her tongue and turned her water-formed ice sword back into moisture, dissipating it in the air. She walked to a chair by the side of the hall and sat down, crossing her legs. "Just to clarify, I absolutely won't inherit the throne. If you don't want big brother to come either, old man, you'd better hurry up and have another child while you're still young."

"You won't reconsider?" Guran felt frustrated after running around the hall at full speed, thinking that young people these days had no interest in such things. If everyone thought like his daughter, there wouldn't have been so many power struggles and usurpations of the throne throughout history.

"I've considered it very clearly, and the answer is still no."

"Alright, alright," seeing that there was no getting through to his daughter, Guran temporarily gave up the idea. "Let's not talk about the heir for now. There's still a month until the celebration. Do you know what you need to do during this month?"

Tiran was taken aback. "What?"

"Etiquette training!" Guran rubbed his forehead. "Do you have any idea how deficient your manners are? Compared to your usual habits, not just nobles, even some wealthy merchant girls are better than you. You must attend the New Year celebration's banquet and the royal members' speeches. You absolutely cannot make a fool of yourself!"

Aya silently gave a thumbs-up in his mind. Indeed, when it came to etiquette... he had never seen a princess who was so unlike a princess. Take her sleeping position, for example. He usually slept on the floor in Tiran's room at night, and whenever he woke up, he could see Princess Tiran in various ridiculous sleeping positions hugging pillows. If there were cameras, he could probably sell the photos for a good price."Oh, what's the point of learning that stuff?" Tiran muttered irritably as he ruffled his silver hair.

"Everything else is negotiable, except for this." Guranxiu's expression was serious. "For the next month, you will have to undergo etiquette studies and training from 8 to 11 in the morning and 2:30 to 5 in the afternoon. I've already found a court etiquette instructor for you, and you are not allowed to refuse."

"Yes, yes..." Tiran lazily replied. Whatever, he could just skip the etiquette class.

"And don't even think about skipping or playing pranks on the teacher. Once the etiquette instructor reports any related information to me, I will immediately have the things you've hidden in the castle burned down." Guranxiu sneered.

"What, what!" Tiran was shocked. How did this old man know about his secret room?

"Don't underestimate your dad. It's just a secret room. Do you think the court Magic Masters who set up the enchantments wouldn't tell me?"

Aya thought to herself, damn, this father-daughter duo is absolutely toxic!