Clang clang clang...

The cold wind, carrying snowflakes, blew against the worn-out wooden window, repeatedly hitting the window frame and making a sound. Sighing, Xiao Mo tightened her coat and hurried to the bedside, tiptoeing to forcefully close the window. However, the wind continued to seep through the gaps.

"Can't you use some coins from the money you spend on peripherals to fix this house?" Tiran, holding a steaming cup of coffee by the counter, stared silently at Xiao Mo, who was struggling to latch the window shut.

"Hmph, as a rich girl like you, of course, you don't understand the life of us poor people."

In the end, it still wasn't high enough, so Xiao Mo had to bring a chair and stand on it to finally close the window. "By the way, why did you, the princess, find time to come to my small shop during this tense period?"

"I'm also curious. With Brad causing such a big commotion, you still have the leisure to come here for coffee?" The red-haired lady in lightweight winter clothing took a sip of her coffee and showed a curious expression. "Uncle Granzon and my father are currently assembling an army to attack the capital. Shouldn't you be there too?"

"That's something for my dad to worry about." Tiran pursed her lips, "Besides, I am currently in a state of being hunted. I have no interest in dealing with that side, okay?"

"Hunted? So, you really didn't win against that Angel?" Xiao Mo and Bariarifev both showed surprised expressions.

"Yes..." Tiran also cared quite a bit about being defeated by Angel, but it was still a fact, so she admitted it straightforwardly.

On the day of the New Year celebration, Angel descended upon the capital, and the whole city was aware of the commotion. The Hesse family, where Bariarifev belonged to, had long received detailed information about the coup. As for Xiao Mo, who was an informant, she also had a general understanding of the situation.

However, hearing is not the same as seeing with one's own eyes. Both of them hadn't witnessed the battle and couldn't be sure of Angel's strength. However, they were well aware of Tiran's power, so they had been skeptical of the news.

Now that even Tiran admitted it, it was terrifying. How strong could Angel possibly be?

"But if you're being chased, logically, you shouldn't have the time to chat with us." Bariarifev didn't quite understand Tiran's logic.

"Nonsense. It took me half a day to run from the capital to here. I almost ran out of breath. I need to rest, right? Moreover, if Angel wanted to catch up, it would take quite some time to reestablish the sensing imprint."

"It was me who almost ran out of breath, right?" Aya protested. After their fight with Angel, Tiran lost her ability to move due to the massive energy consumption. She flew from the capital to the Hesse family's territory on Tiran's dragon body.

"The Temple Church really summoned something incredible." Xiao Mo exhaled relief for her slightly cold hands. "Before, they usually summoned holy spirits or Angel's phantoms. This time, they even summoned a blazing Angel... By the way, did the Temple Church in Milanía really declare independence?"

On the day the coup ended, Bishop Heinrich of the Gusteberd Cathedral announced through all official channels that the Temple Church in Milanía had declared its independence from the Holy City. This, together with the coup in Milanía, caused a huge wave.

"The Holy City initially intended to immediately send the Holy Knights Order to suppress it, but I heard Uncle Granzon directly rejected their request for entry." Bariarifev said, "Moreover, there are voices of opposition within the Church, so they dropped the matter."

There was intense debate within the Holy City about whether to send troops to suppress the situation. At the same time, the eleven corps outside Milanía's borders, except for the Iron Wall Shield, started a full mobilization for war. Milanía's borders were sealed, and the noble lords of various regions also dispatched private armies under the royal decree to participate in quelling the rebellion.

The mobilized private armies were even more active than the eleven corps of the central army, probably due to the proclamation Brad made after the coup.

"Is Brad serious?" Bariarifev asked with some skepticism. "Canceling nobility, royal power, creating a country with no privileged class whatsoever?""It seems so. My friend in the royal capital told me that Brad has opened the treasury of the palace and all the noble residences, distributing the wealth inside to the commoners. It makes me kind of want to pray for his success," Xiao Mo said, expressing envy.

This declaration directly undermines the status of all the nobles in the kingdom. No wonder those nobles who usually hesitate to send private troops during wars are so determined. They probably wish to eliminate Brad as soon as possible.

"I'm a bit worried about the prince," Aya stirred her coffee with a small spoon. "He's actually quite good at cooking."

"It's probably not going to escalate into a full-scale war anytime soon," Baryalif shook her head. "Brad's declaration still has influence among the commoners. Now, many of the commoners in the royal capital won't oppose him at least. Plus, with the elite Iron Wall Battalion in his hands, it won't be easy to take the city by force."

"And the neighboring countries are eyeing the situation, too. If the civil war escalates, Milanía is likely to fall into chaos again due to invasion from the neighboring countries," Tiran said. "Father is, after all, a responsible king. He won't let that happen. The most likely scenario is to maintain this standoff for now."

"But, good thinking, Brother," Tiran said, tilting her head.

Honestly, after hearing Heinrich describe Brad's idea, she had to look at this big brother in a different light. Making such a declaration to abolish the nobility in feudal times was definitely groundbreaking. If he went further and played the card of "confiscation of land from the rich," the lowest class of society would probably rise up...

Transforming the original nobles into leaders of peasant uprisings, it sounded quite exciting.

...

After leaving the territory of the Hesse family, the duo returned to the Giljast Castle.

The Golden Dragon's flying speed was almost the fastest in the world – ignoring the extraordinary creatures like Angel. After about half a day's journey, they arrived back at Giljast.

At this time, Mimi and Justice were still on the way, and the castle was still only guarded by the guards and maids who stayed behind when they left. However, due to the news of the coup in the royal capital, Beacon City's governor, Alex, had sent a part of the city guard to be stationed near the castle for security reasons.

The maids were quite surprised by the sudden return of the princess, but this princess always had a different way of thinking from ordinary people. Soon, the maids stopped paying attention and went back to their work.

"What are you doing?" Drying her wet hair with a dry towel, Aya glanced at Tiran who was writing at the table. "Writing a letter?"

"Yeah, for Justice and Mimi. Although it should be fine to leave the affairs of the castle to them, there are still some things that need to be explained. Oh, and Jujus..."

"With Mimi around, it should be fine for Jujus, right?" Aya shrugged. "Now, Miss Mimi's concern for Jujus has reached the point where she would kill anyone who dares to harm him and their whole family."

"That's true..." Tiran mumbled, then suddenly stopped writing.

"Are you done?"

"No, the Holy Seal has been triggered. That Angel should have sensed our location by now," Tiran made a painful expression. "I think it's about time we run."

Since it wasn't convenient to unfold their dragon bodies in the castle, they went to a hill a few kilometers away from the castle.

"Nobody should be able to see us here, right?" Aya touched her clothes – the clothes Tiran gave her were completely destroyed when she turned back into a dragon in the royal capital. The clothes she was wearing now had been transformed directly from the dragon scales.

A surge of dragon aura swept out, rustling the grass on the ground. Two huge membrane wings burst out of the back, fully extending and spanning nearly twenty meters, completely disproportionate to Aya's human figure.

Then, the two wings enveloped Aya's body, forming a giant cocoon. When they opened again, a pale white giant dragon was crawling on the hill. The gigantic body, fifteen meters in length, didn't appear bulky at all. Its curves were full of beauty, and the patches of white scales reflected a shining color, like top-grade white jade.

"Wow, so beautiful! It looks like the protagonist's mount! Shrimp... No, Dragon Shrimp... Oh, not right, Dragon Shrimp, let's go!" Tiran seemed quite excited as well. She leaped onto Aya's body and ran a few steps to sit down near the dragon's neck, lightly patting a nearby scale."Mount... " Aya was speechless for a moment. Well, she had already anticipated that this day would come when she was tricked by Tiran into signing the master-slave contract. But what on earth is a Pipi Lobster?

The dragon wings flapped, causing a strong gust of wind that pressed the grass and leaves on the ground. The wind lifted the massive body into the air.

This area was densely populated, so Aya intentionally broke through the clouds and flew into the high sky to avoid unnecessary trouble from passersby.

The cold wind at high altitude was biting. Even Tiran had to activate her Chi to barely withstand the cold. Thankfully, she had a sufficient Chi reserve, so releasing it to mitigate the cold and recovering it at this rate was not a big issue.

"Hey, I have a question for you," Aya's contract communication echoed in Tiran's mind.

"Ask away."

"You were so calm earlier, so I assume you have a good way to deal with that Angel, right?"

"Well, there must be a method," Tiran said firmly, but then hesitated for a while and sheepishly admitted, "But I haven't figured it out yet."

"Well, figure it out quickly then!"

"I've never been good at using my brain..." Tiran sighed. "I used to be able to cut through anything with just a sword, but this time it's different. Stupid dragon, do you have any ideas?"

After hearing this, Aya almost cursed out loud. How can you call me a stupid dragon and expect me to come up with a good solution?

"And one more thing, which direction should we fly?"

"Don't you know? I thought you had some ideas since you were flying so enthusiastically," Tiran looked around in surprise. Although they couldn't determine the exact direction in the clouds, they could at least judge from the wind's obvious direction. Wasn't they flying pretty fast?

"We are indeed flying fast, but I have been circling above the beacon..."

"Anyway, let's randomly choose a direction for now. That guy should have started from the capital to chase after us, so let's go in the opposite direction," Tiran pointed casually. "This way!"

"This way... seems to be towards the capital."

"..."