The palace this morning seemed busier than usual.

According to the schedule, Prince Blythe Ellis Yun, the Crown Prince, was scheduled to arrive in the capital city at noon today, so some preparations had to be made in the palace.

"Although that's what they say, the difference is really huge. Is your brother really your father's biological son?" Aya sighed as she walked out of the residence behind Tiran and saw the maids coming and going in the courtyard.

His Majesty the King only prepared a sumptuous feast for Tiran's brother, which was no different from a normal family sitting down to eat together, just much grander. Although the cost of that table would not be cheap, it was not worth mentioning compared to the hundred thousand people who welcomed Tiran back to the capital city.

Tiran, who looked like she hadn't slept, yawned deeply. "I actually wanted to switch with my brother and have a meal together. Isn't that much better? Going through all this elaborate welcoming ceremony is so stupid."

"What time did you go to sleep last night?" Aya noticed Tiran swaying and on the verge of falling asleep and went over to support her.

"Ah... I can't remember. Maybe around three, four, five, or six in the morning?" Tiran leaned against Aya's body and immediately wrapped both her arms tightly around his neck, like a koala clinging to a tree.

"...Damn, isn't it only a little past seven now? Doesn't that basically mean you haven't slept? Miss, you're really something else. Do you have that much homework?" Aya almost lost his balance from being held around the neck, but he completely ignored that when he heard the time.

Tiran had been attending classes for three days already, and she had also been practicing cultivation for three nights. Initially, Aya had tried to stay up with her for one night - after all, his daily work was just following Tiran to her classes in the morning and afternoon, so he had plenty of time to catch up on sleep.

But he gave up after one day.

On the first night, after Aya put Princess-sama in bed, she tightly grabbed his hand, and when he couldn't break free, he had to sleep next to Tiran. As a result... he didn't sleep at all that night.

Princess-sama... your sleeping position is really unstable. Aya wouldn't mind if she was just using him as a pillow or something, because being held by a beautiful girl was quite enjoyable. But while Tiran was sleeping, she suddenly kicked Aya's vital region. In front of this immensely powerful Princess-sama, Aya was completely defenseless and almost turned into a genuine cross-dressing boss.

Since then, Aya completely gave up. Even though he felt sorry seeing Tiran sleeping on the desk in the morning, his own dragon body safety was more important.

"Hey, you have classes later. Can you really handle it like this?" Aya supported Tiran's shoulder with one hand and lightly patted her with the other.

"My brother is coming back today, so I don't have to attend classes. That's why I want to take this opportunity to go out and play." Tiran shook her head, trying to shake off some sleepiness, "So it's better for me to go back and sleep..."

"I think it would be better for you to go back and sleep..." Aya covered his face with both hands. When he finally let go, Tiran nearly fell into his arms, about to fall asleep again.

Staggering toward the main gate of the palace, there was suddenly the sound of hurried hooves outside the gate.

Aya hesitated. The sound seemed to be coming straight to the palace, and it didn't slow down at all. Damn, who is this person, so daring that they directly charged into the palace?

The same feeling was felt by the guards unit stationed outside the gate. The captain of the unit, Coste, was on the verge of collapse at this moment. What had happened to him recently? Why did he always encounter this kind of situation?

According to the strict rule, anyone who forcibly enters through the main gates should be killed without mercy, so the two archers in the unit did not hesitate to shoot a wave of arrows. However, they were all easily deflected by the person in front who was riding a horse and rushing across the long bridge, using a gorgeously styled long spear to summon a semi-transparent shield.

If it were just that, it would be fine. Although facing a opponent who could use magic was troublesome, with Coste, a sixth-level knight, present, that person would not be an invincible enemy against the valiant and skilled guards. Moreover, the opponent dared to charge into the palace alone, just seeking death. But...

When the person on the horse got closer and the face hidden under the cloak's hood became clearly visible, Coste almost fell to his knees.

"Prince... Crown... Crown Prince?!"

My goodness, that face, and the royal emblem hanging on his chest, it must be the Crown Prince who didn't run away!

Why has it come to this? Just a few days ago, he blocked Princess Tiran from entering the gate, and now he intercepted the Crown Prince. Why did he always have to deal with such unlucky situations?Prince Koster, who was doubting his life while holding his head, had already rushed past the long bridge in front of the palace with his cloak on, his long spear pointing forward. The doors of the palace swung open under the effect of magic.

Entering the palace courtyard almost unhindered, the prince stopped on a lawn, pulling on the reins. The horse under his crotch raised its front hooves and neighed, coming to a halt.

"Phew, finally here."

Taking a deep breath, the prince dismounted and casually discarded the cloak that had been stained with dust from the long journey onto the saddle. He planted his spear in the soil and looked around, brushing his wind-blown hair from his forehead.

"Yo, little sister!"

Completely disregarding the astonished maids passing by, the prince quickly noticed Tiran, who was being supported by Aya, and greeted her with a smile, running towards her.

The scene of him barging through the door seemed to have sobered Tiran up a bit, as she rubbed her eyes and stared at the young man in front of her. "Elder brother?"

Indeed, he looked like Tiran's older brother, at least his face was reminiscent of the king. Silver short hair, wearing a knight's attire that allowed for easy movement, but with gold-trimmed edges and the crest decoration on the cuffs and collar showing the owner's noble status.

However... shouldn't he have arrived only around noon?

It seemed that Aya and Tiran were confused, as the prince spread his hands. "I was eager to see Mom and Dad, so I left the caravan and came back first."

Because he was a bit impatient, he simply burst through the door and rushed in? Now Aya was sure that this guy was definitely Tiran's older brother - just as unreliable and whimsical as her. No wonder the king was in a dilemma about his successor. Seems like your kingdom is in quite a mess too?

"Oh, I see," Tiran nodded repeatedly to show her understanding.

"Why do you understand?" Aya was amazed. "Is this some kind of sympathy between unreliable people?"

Then he realized that what he said was a bit inappropriate. Because he had been with Tiran for a long time and Tiran herself was an easygoing person, she often made sarcastic remarks. But this time, there was a prince next to her... it was a bit impolite, and the head maid, who saw it, would probably explode again.

Feeling a bit uneasy, Aya glanced at the prince, but he didn't show any signs of displeasure. Instead, he looked at Aya with some admiration and curiosity, finally fixing his gaze on the long sword hanging from her waist. "Who is this handsome lady knight?"

"Aya. My name is Aya, and currently I am Princess Tiran's guardian knight," Aya pondered for a moment and decided to answer according to what Mimi had taught her.

"A very nice name, and it suits you well. Ah, how rude of me, I forgot to introduce myself. I am Blade Elise Yun, the Crown Prince of this country."

"Don't listen to this guy, he's just a personal servant," Tiran interrupted grumpily.

"A personal... servant?" Blade hesitated for a moment, then smiled bitterly. "Well, what's the difference, really? Your personal servants are all like Mimi, right?"

Uh, considering the terrifying combat power of the head maid, it seemed that there was no conflict between the roles of personal servants and guardian knights.

"Don't call her that, you rascal," Tiran was displeased. "I call her Mimi, what am I supposed to do if you call her sister?"

"Prince Blade! I am truly sorry, we didn't recognize you!" The duty squad leader, Coste, finally snapped out of his confusion and quickly knelt down behind Blade to apologize, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"It's alright, it's all within your duties. Breaking through the door was my fault," Blade seemed relieved, casually waved his hand to forgive Coste, then turned back to look at the maids who were still staring at them in surprise. "Everyone can just disperse, everything can continue as usual."

After the maids dispersed, Blade took a deep breath and pulled out the long spear stuck in the ground. He waved to Tiran and walked towards the palace along the stone steps. "I'll go see Dad first, let's talk later in the evening, and don't forget my invitation."