When Aya woke up from her dream, she felt that the world in her eyes was a bit different.

How was it different... upside down?

"That jerk!" Aya exerted force to fold her body, which was half hanging on the floor, and felt dizzy. "Damn, did I get kicked down again? I clearly promised to let me sleep on the bed in the future!"

As usual, Aya peeled off the unknown time the little loli with animal ears stuck to her body and put her aside. She got out of bed, put on her coat, and walked to the other side of the bed, silently reciting one, two, three in her mind.

However, before her hand reached the cover, Tiran, who had been sleeping peacefully, suddenly opened her eyes. Her emerald green eyes stared at Aya with a playful hint, "Good morning, what do you want to do?"

"Good, good morning." Aya awkwardly backed up two steps, her hands behind her, staring at Tiran with some tension, fearing that she would come up with a punch in the next moment.

"Okay, don't be so nervous. I won't argue with you if I'm in a good mood today." Tiran brushed away the tousled hair in front of her forehead, sat up lazily, and stretched.

After breakfast, Tiran didn't go back to her room as usual to tinker with the treasures bought from the trade fair. Instead, she sneaked out with Aya and climbed to the top of the tower where they hid during the blind date banquet that night.

"I say, why did you come here so early in the morning? Aren't you tired?" Aya leaned against the railing and gasped for breath.

"Dragon wouldn't get tired from climbing a few flights of stairs." Tiran glanced disdainfully at Aya and also leaned against the railing, looking down at the panoramic view of the city without speaking.

"Speaking of which, I didn't notice before, but now it seems that the streets outside are a bit different."

Today is December 31st, which means that tomorrow is Milanía's grandest festival, New Year's Day. Even in the palace, there are many maids busy decorating various festive decorations. Even the sturdy and ancient palace gate has been painted a new color.

As for the streets, they are even more lively. Looking down from above, there are people moving everywhere. The New Year celebration of Gusteberd, as the grandest festival in Milanía, not only brings the local residents out to celebrate, but also attracts many tourists from other places and even other countries.

"There are so many people, isn't the New Year celebration tomorrow?" Aya asked.

"It's tomorrow, but tonight there will be a pre-festival ceremony with many street vendors. The businesses on the commercial street will also organize many activities, and there will be street performances by some bands and idol groups." Tiran's expression was eager, like a child who had found a beloved toy.

"Are you planning to...?"

"Aya, let's go out and have fun tonight." Tiran looked at Aya expectantly.

"Can I refuse?!" Aya remembered the incident when Maid Chief Mimi went berserk when she secretly followed Tiran to play before.

Running away without permission was already forbidden by Mimi, and coupled with the fact that she didn't respond to her request when she played the king's game yesterday... If she was caught, she might be killed on the spot.

"Don't worry, don't worry. This time, I have the permission of my old man, and he will explain it to Mimi. We just need to dress up a little to ensure that we won't be recognized!" Tiran reassured with a firm pat on her chest.

...

That night, in the king's study.

"Your Majesty! Can you explain what this letter is about?!" Princess Mia's personal maid, Miss Mimi, rushed into the king's study, her flowing pink shoulder-length hair like a dancing flame.

The palace guards guarding the door recognized this young lady and naturally did not dare to stop her.

"Cough, cough..." Granzon was startled by the sudden intrusion of the maid chief. He choked on his tea halfway and kept coughing.

Mimi held a piece of paper in her hand... or it couldn't even be called a letter, just a note.

"Mimi, I went out to play with Aya. This is approved by Dad. Oh, take good care of Jiujiu."

After a simple and sloppy sentence, there was a small cartoon image of Princess Mia.

"It's true, I approved it." Granzon finally caught his breath and smiled casually, "Tiran is not a child anymore, don't worry about her. Besides, it's already New Year's. Let her have a good time."

"Um..." Mimi gritted her teeth.

Of course, she understood what His Majesty the King said, but the main problem was... she felt unfair in her heart! Why was that stupid dragon Aya allowed to accompany His Highness to play? Ah, although she was also happy to stay with the adorable chirping birds, but His Highness...

"I understand, I apologize." Mimi finally reluctantly bowed and left the study.

Seeing the door closing with a creak, the King also relaxed and leaned back in his chair. He stroked his chin, his emerald green eyes revealing a hint of longing, "Hmm... should I also consider relaxing? The pre-New Year's Eve celebration tonight seems quite lively."

"On this point, Your Majesty should temporarily give up." A cold female voice came from outside the door.

"Wow! Why do you all like to scare people like this?!" Granzon raised his head and glared at Diluo, who had just entered through the door.

"I'm just here to remind Your Majesty that you haven't memorized the New Year's speech that will be addressed to the residents of the capital city and even broadcasted to all citizens of the kingdom. The ceremony's program, costumes, and final details have not been perfected. It would be better for you to stay honestly in the palace."

"Can't we find Brad..." The King asked hesitantly. Ah, ah, it would be great if he could have his son replace him for the New Year's speech.

"That won't work."

...

"This outfit..." Walking on the bustling street, Aya looked down at the white uniform on her body, with a hesitant expression.

"This is a very normal outfit, you know."

"Of course, I know it's normal." Aya glanced at Tiran sideways. How could it not be normal? If it wasn't normal, Tiran wouldn't be dressed exactly the same as him.

If she remembered correctly, this uniform seemed to be the uniform of the Royal Knight Academy. Aya had already given up complaining about still having to cross-dress. He had long given up hope of getting a normal outfit from Tiran, but to design a short-sleeved shirt with a short jacket, a short skirt above the knees, and black stockings was really that guy's taste for the bizarre!

Even though Aya's physique as a trainee knight was much stronger than ordinary people, and he didn't need to worry about catching a cold, he still had to be concerned about the possibility of encountering updrafts anytime and anywhere! Was this really designed for students to wear?

As if reading what was on Aya's mind, Tiran shrugged, "Don't glare at me, I have nothing to do with this outfit. The redesign of the Royal Knight Academy's uniform after its reopening is all my old man's doing."

"..."

"By the way, if you don't like black stockings, there's also white stockings to choose from." Tiran held up a finger.

"Get lost! Who wants to choose? Besides, I think wearing this outfit makes me even more eye-catching. What if a student from the Knight Academy recognizes me?"

Sure enough, passersby would instinctively cast their glances when they passed by. One reason was that it was rare to see two such high-quality beauties, and the other reason was the uniform of the Royal Knight Academy.

The Royal Knight Academy, founded by the royal family and established with the support of the four noble pillars, was a combat academy that trained high-ranking knights for the kingdom. There, both commoners and nobles were treated equally. As long as they worked hard and graduated successfully, they would immediately become talents welcomed by the royal family, the church, various forces, and even other countries. The outstanding students would even receive olive branches from various forces before graduation.

As students of this top academy in almost the entire Milanía, wherever they went, they would naturally attract people's attention, so Tiran and Aya were being blatantly observed.

"Hey? Is the uniform of the Royal Knight Academy also so eye-catching? I thought they were low-profile and only made two sets for us on purpose. As for running into students... the capital city is so big, there will probably be one million people on the streets tonight, our luck can't be that bad, right?"

"As a princess, you should care more about your own country!" If it wasn't for fear of exposing Tiran's identity, Aya really wanted to shout this out.

In the end, Aya didn't shout it out, he sighed, "Aren't you also a knight? Didn't you attend the Knight Academy?"

"No, my old man said that my strength was much higher than the average students there, so they wouldn't have a chance if I joined. So he strongly opposed it."

"Much stronger?" Aya was taken aback, "What is the standard of the students there?"

"On average, a mid-level knight? Probably around fourth or fifth level," Tiran tried to recall, "The top ten of the grade called the 'Ten Knights' have combat capabilities close to high-level knights. Oh, right, Georg was the top graduate of the knight academy."

"What about you? I still don't know your strength," Aya asked. He had been pondering Tiran's abilities for a long time, feeling that they were frighteningly strong.

Just forget about dealing with that self-proclaimed Sword Saint, Seno. It was terrifying how effortlessly he defeated a group of mercenaries with combat abilities comparable to high-level knights. Only those legendary-level heroes could accomplish such a feat.

"As for me? Honestly, I don't even know the specifics myself. I could easily defeat a level nine, but I'm certain I wouldn't stand a chance against a legendary-level," Tiran replied.

"Certain?" Aya was puzzled. Even if the person who defeated a dragon with just one sword strike wasn't on par with a legendary-level, why would Tiran say he was certain he couldn't win?

"Because..."

Before Tiran could finish his sentence, a sudden voice interrupted:

"Are you both students from our academy?"

A few steps away stood a young man wearing the knight academy uniform, hesitating as he asked.