Regarding the compensation for the supplies, Delua and Hefei went back and forth for nearly two hours. During this time, Tiran and Aya were just bystanders, using the excuse of going to the restroom to leave the room almost ten times. By the end, even the guard outside the door looked at them with a horrified expression.

"Well then, let's tentatively settle on this number. I believe those big shots will also accept it. Please rest in the place we have prepared for a while, and we will inform Her Highness and Miss Delua once we have made a final decision."

After the negotiation ended, Hefei seemed a bit exhausted. After tidying up several lists on the desk that had been revised multiple times, she nodded to Delua and the others sitting across the long table. The guard outside the door then opened the door.

In the last ten minutes, Aya, who had been staring at the magical lamps on the ceiling the whole time, suddenly felt her shoulder getting heavy. When she turned her head, she found that the princess had already fallen asleep on her shoulder, with a few strands of silver hair falling on her eyelids. Aya was slightly stunned by her peaceful sleeping face.

Then her eyes twitched twice.

"Hey, don't fall asleep. I mean, she's a princess after all. Even if it's not a formal meeting, can she really fall asleep?!" Aya cried out helplessly, gently shaking Tiran with her free hand.

"Mmm... huh? Is it over already?" Tiran opened her eyes slightly and rubbed them. She stood up and stretched, saying, "Hmm... I slept pretty well."

Delua suddenly felt that Brad might be more suitable to inherit the throne than this unreliable princess.

"Well, don't look at me like that. Although it looks like I'm sleeping, I'm actually just resting my eyes. I remember everything you talked about!" Tiran gave a thumbs up.

Who would believe that! Aya almost blurted it out.

"Why are you making that expression? Don't you believe me?" Tiran noticed Aya and Delua's strange looks.

"Of course, I don't believe... " Aya waved her hand, but then Tiran lightly tapped her head.

"Can't you have a little faith in your own master?" Tiran snorted, then looked at Delua. "The result is not bad, right? A 500-person armed force, meeting the standards of the Sains regular army, equipped with magic guns and magic cannons, and even comes with a supply of magic crystals at cost price... It's higher than what Dad expected, right? The initial offer of 2,000 was a good bargaining tactic."

"Yes..." Delua was also slightly surprised. She didn't expect Tiran to remember it so clearly.

The initial quantity she proposed was indeed an outrageous demand, but there was only room for negotiation if she set the starting price high. The War King estimated a quantity of 100 to 300... With this number of magical troops, they would already be a sharp weapon on the battlefield of melee combat.

After leaving the meeting room, they were quickly led by a dedicated receptionist to the exit of the research institution on the ground floor, a tall building with dozens of floors.

In the spacious lobby on the first floor, numerous researchers from different institutions were coming and going, carrying stacks of research materials under their arms or holding them with both hands, using various magical elevators to go upstairs or enter the core area underground. There were also a few janitors pushing cleaning carts.

And beside the doors, there were large transparent glass curtain walls, and the floor was made of smooth marble that could reflect images... It was almost no different from a high-end office building on Earth.

"This... feels a bit too familiar, doesn't it?" Tiran marveled to herself. If it weren't for Aya and Delua standing beside her, as well as the faintly engraved magic array patterns on the floor, she would have thought she had unknowingly traveled back in time.

"What are you staring at?" Aya reached out and waved her hand in front of Tiran's eyes, then slapped her lightly when she didn't respond.

Under one of the pillars in the lobby, there was a group of people who stood out from the environment, dressed in a way that didn't match the surroundings. They were the shadow knights who had arrived early... They looked like a group of cosplayers who had wandered into a modern office building.

This contrast was a bit awkward. Even Aya, who had been to the underground trading convention once, felt a bit embarrassed. On the other hand, the shadow knights stood still like sculptures, completely ignoring the strange looks from the passing researchers.

"Your Highness." Shuma noticed Tiran, who had come up on the dedicated elevator, and took two steps forward to bow.

"Please follow me," the person in charge of reception said, leading a group of people from the rear exit of the Magic City Rail to the platform and boarding a special train to another building.

The style of the building was also modern, but it was slightly shorter than the research institute's building, and the environment became much quieter after being far away from the city center.

"This is a place specifically for receiving guests from various countries. The top floor has been cleared for all of you until you leave, it belongs to all of you from Milanía."

After leading them to the lobby, the guide took out several plaques made of soft alloy from his pocket and handed them to Tiran. "Your luggage has been placed in the storage room on the top floor. There are no restrictions for outsiders within the city. If you want to visit the research institute, you can take the rail to the previous headquarters building and use the pass. You can freely visit everywhere except for the classified areas."

After explaining the instructions for accommodation, the guide hurriedly boarded the next rail.

"That guy, Seans, really doesn't pay attention to etiquette at all," Delua muttered discontentedly.

Tiran didn't comment. As a time traveler, she actually quite liked it. Moreover, looking at the exterior walls and interior decoration of this building... it gave her a feeling of staying in a high-end hotel on Earth.

As for Meimei Long, she didn't have any concept of etiquette to begin with, so she didn't care at all. She just found this city, built with magic technology, very fascinating.

The elevator, powered by magic instead of electricity, was no different from a sightseeing elevator. They arrived at the top floor smoothly. Seeing the orderly arranged room doors, Princess Tiran couldn't help but exclaim again: "Dear Mother Earth, I miss you so much!"

It turned out to be a modern high-end hotel! Not to mention the decoration style, even the room structure was exactly the same. Tiran began to suspect whether there were other time travelers among the "big shots" behind this country, just like her.

The rooms were spacious. This floor had more than twenty empty rooms, enough to accommodate everyone in the delegation. However, under Shuma's strong request, Tiran was asked to stay in the middle room, while the remaining Shadow Knights were assigned to the rooms on both sides.

Tiran had no choice but to accept it. Well, she actually didn't mind. Although the possibility of being attacked in such a place was extremely low, even if she was attacked, there weren't many people who could defeat the Silver War Maiden.

Pushing open the wooden door, Tiran cheered and ran to the side where the wall was completely made of transparent glass. She raised her arms and looked out at the city scenery that was fully visible. Then she jumped back onto the bed and happily rolled around: "Aya Aya! Look, it's so amazing here... uh?"

The cheers slowly stopped, probably realizing the current situation.

The excited smile on Princess Tiran's face froze. She tightly pressed her lips together, and the previously snow-white skin on her neck, exposed outside her collar, suddenly turned red. In the next second, she grabbed the pillow placed on the bedside and threw it towards Aya, who was foolishly smiling by the door.

The square pillow spun rapidly and the soft pillow hit Aya's face with the effect of a cannonball. Fortunately, it was just a pillow, and the core was still soft, so it only caused an impact.

Aya held the pillow with one hand and touched her nose with the other. Was it fortunate or unfortunate? It was worth it to be hit once just to see the excited side of Princess Tiran, this little girl.

The master and servant stared at each other like this for a while, without saying a word.

Tiran felt a bit embarrassed because she was seen in such a state, but she realized that it was mainly because she couldn't control herself when she saw a scenery that was very similar to her previous life. So she sat up from the bed, shrugged her shoulders, and apologized in a low voice:

"Sorry, I got a little too excited."

Princess Tiran murmured softly.

Hey, finally there's a day when you apologize. Aya laughed unkindly and nodded repeatedly, "Mmhm, it's good that you know you were wrong. But when you apologize, remember to show your chest. But considering that you don't have one at all, so... *splat*!"

The next second, she was hit in the face by the second square pillow.

"You bastard! Don't get too cocky!" Princess Tiran waved her fist in dissatisfaction.