Darling, dear?

Did I mishear? Galanin blinked and looked dazedly at the young girl knight he had just met and Princess Tylan in her arms.

He pinched his own face to make sure he wasn't dreaming. So, Princess Tylan chose a girl to dance the first dance with her?! And that endearing term, even though it was not said loudly, everyone around could hear it clearly. Could it be that the princess actually likes girls?!

Looking back at the people around him, they all wore shocked and stunned expressions. Even the elders who didn't care much about the matter were staring dumbfoundedly. An old man with white hair even sprayed the sip of wine he had in his mouth out of his nostrils.

"Hey, I mean," Aya held Tylan slightly awkwardly, feeling the attention of the people around them, panicking, and opening a communication channel through their contract, "Are these people's reactions... alright?"

"That's not my concern," Tylan replied through the communication channel, forcefully holding Aya's hand and pulling her closer to him, calmly blinking, "Come on, let's start our first dance."

Just as Tylan led Aya to the center of the dance floor, the prelude to the dance played in the hall.

Upon hearing the prelude, Aya suddenly realized an issue and urgently said, "Wait, wait a minute, there's something else."

"What?"

"Forget to tell you, uh, I... don't really know how to dance." Aya said somewhat embarrassedly, leaning close to Tylan's ear, looking just like a typical couple's whispering.

"What do you mean you don't really know how to dance? You must know a little bit, right?" Tylan asked in disbelief with wide eyes and a low voice.

"Sorry... I don't know at all." Aya also felt helpless. He was a Dragon after all, how could he have learned human court dances?

"Tch, you... never mind, let me lead, just relax and follow my moves."

The result of their first dance was not very good. Tylan himself wasn't good at dancing, and he had only learned a little bit because the king forced him. Now he had to lead Aya, who had never even had contact with court dances, and the outcome was far from presentable.

Fortunately, everyone present looked like they had been petrified, completely stunned. After all, the impact of this fact was quite significant, and it took a while for them to recover. No one cared how well they danced for their first dance.

The first dance was just a symbol. After casually bluffing through a couple moves, the two quickly left the venue through a side door, leaving behind a room full of perplexed faces.

It wasn't until then that the guests at the venue slowly regained their senses.

"Whoa! Pinch me, I must be dreaming! My goddess actually likes girls?!"

"Don't stop me, I want to jump off a building!"

"Of course, I'll choose to forgive her!" One of the shocked admirers was going insane.

"This really happened? It's... amazing!" Hey, this person is already mentally disturbed, right? Or maybe he was a pervert in the first place! Police! Police!

The scene exploded in an instant. Honestly, if Aya had appeared as a male, he would have been immediately beaten to death by enraged admirers the moment he held Tylan's hand.

But it was completely different if he was a girl.

...

"Yo~ hooray! Success!"

At the top of a tower in the palace, Princess Tylan cheered, holding a bottle of champagne she had just obtained from who knows where.

The view from here was very good, overlooking the entire palace and the surrounding city. Of course, the banquet hall where the dinner was held was also in sight. Looking down now, the lights in the hall were still on, but judging from the commotion, it seemed like chaos had ensued.

"I feel like I've lost some dignity..." Aya grumbled as he leaned on the windowsill, lowering his eyelids to look at the night view.

"Well, we can always regain our dignity later. What's there to regret?" Tylan pulled out the cork from the bottle, pouted, and said.

"But--"

"If you're worried about not being able to find a partner in the future, this princess wouldn't mind considering actually marrying you, after all, you have a pretty face~" Taking advantage of Aya's lack of vigilance, Tylan suddenly reached out and brazenly caressed her cheek, smiling happily, "I give this touch full marks."

"Who... who asked you to marry her?!" Aya blushed and took a few steps back to dodge, but Tiran had already swiftly grabbed her before she could escape.

"Seriously, aren't you worried about the consequences at all?" Aya asked, calming down a bit.

"Not worried at all." Tiran raised his right thumb confidently, indicating that everything was fine. He held a bottle of champagne in his left hand and took a sip.

Is that so? Well, everyone knows the personality of this princess, especially the king who knows her even better. After some time, they should understand that Tiran is just stalling for time. After all, they can't host such a banquet again in the short term, and as long as they delay until the New Year celebration, Tiran can slip back to Beacon City. By then, the king wouldn't be able to force her back to the capital for marriage, right?

Hmm, although it seems absurd, the princess is actually quite cunning.

"What's wrong with girls liking girls? How does gender difference affect love? My dad will definitely understand, so there's no problem." Tiran patted his chest confidently.

...Seriously, I was such a fool to have any expectations for her.

"Hey, I remember you firmly rejecting the idea of being with her when we were in Barifuria, right?" Aya had a perplexed expression.

It's because she was always trying to make a move on me... I prefer to be the one on top, and besides—"Tiran's cheeks turned slightly flushed, perhaps due to the alcohol—"besides, I'm a member of the Flat Chest Party and the Big Breast Cult, so Aphu is absolutely not an option."

...Ah, I can tell that you are definitely a member of the Flat Chest Party, otherwise how could you... Aya covered her face, unsure how to react.

"And also, elementary school students are the best. Every time I see their undeveloped and innocent bodies, I can't help but..."

"Stop it! What are you even saying?! Stay away from my sister from now on! I might really call the police!" Aya shouted loudly, only to find that Tiran had already fallen asleep, sitting on the steps behind them, hugging his knees.

Ugh, I forgot that he can't handle alcohol at all. I hope what he just said was all nonsense, otherwise Aya might consider keeping Tiran away from her sister. Ah... Now Tiran is being called 'Daddy' by her sister, and if it really evolves into a Ghost Father plot, it would be a sin.

And it's even a yuri version! Why do I feel a little excited for no reason?

...

"Your Excellency, there's big news!"

Heinrich, who had finally finished a day's work, sat at the dining table preparing to enjoy his midnight snack when the restaurant door was slammed open by Johannes.

...I could forgive him for blowing up the basement while I was eating last time, but now he's here again. Let me eat in peace for once, or I might die!

A vein on Heinrich's forehead twitched, but since Johannes said it was big news, maybe it really was something worth paying attention to. So the Bishop suppressed his impulse to explode, put down his bowl, and prepared to listen to Johannes.

"The White Knight on tonight's blind date banquet at the palace actually chose a female knight as her first dance partner! I heard people guessing about it before, but I never expected the White Knight to actually like girls..."

Johannes suddenly felt a chill in the air and realized that the Bishop's expression wasn't friendly.

"Uhm, Your Excellency, why is your face turning blue? And why are you rolling up your sleeves... and why are you taking out your sword?"

...

Compared to the church forces, who were treating this major news as gossip, the people in the palace were genuinely shocked.

Especially the King.

"Although I knew she wouldn't be obedient, this move is really ruthless..." Gullanciu slouched over his desk like a dead fish, with Crown Prince Blade sitting in front of him.

"Sis is really going all out this time. If those suitors don't give up, they'll only be hurting themselves." Blade tried to maintain his composure but ended up with a distorted expression from suppressing his laughter.

"How is she going to inherit the throne like this..." The King had a headache and got up, walking towards the door, ready to clean up his daughter's mess.

Speaking of which, Dad, have you never considered letting me inherit the throne?" Blade pointed at himself, smiling wryly.

"Well, it's not impossible..."

Granzo yawned and waved his hand behind him as he walked out of the study. "If you weren't so stubborn, kid."