\'So, apparently, it is certain that dangerous drugs are circulating among the students of that girls\' academy.\' Dakinira reports her findings to Sylvia and Bronto. The mission to infiltrate the academy began with a tip-off that students from the academy were involved in the dangerous drug trade that is nowadays prevalent in the backstreets of the city. The backstreets were investigated by Dakinira and her mother, the dark elf Arselin. However, Arzelin is not a bandit, so it is difficult to investigate completely behind the scenes. They had to get in head-on, fair and square, in the backstreets. It\'s like a decoy, a diversion. The unknown prank of turning all the liquor in the bar into water could also have been a diversion. \'The girls\' academy is the drug supplier? Hmmm. \'I don\'t think the girls\' academy is that good at potions. They\'re all ladies from aristocratic families and big merchant families there.\' Sylvia, an associate imam at the Academy of the Wise, twists her head. She has the skills of a sage as a sorcerer, and her knowledge of pharmacy and magic potions is considerable. In this kingdom, the pinnacle of magic and various studies is still the Academy of the Wise. The academy literally focuses on the education of upper-class ladies. The young people are confined in such a cramped place, you never know what they might do. There might be some who have been perverted. Besides, you never know what\'s going on from the outside.\" Bronto contradicts Sylvia. \'Then it\'s impossible for Bronto to sneak in dressed as a woman. ...... \'A young man dressed as a woman in a prison cell for young women only, wouldn\'t he normally be discovered? I have a guess about that: ....... If we go in together, we might be able to support each other. He\'s just arrived.\" Dakinira is the first to hear the footsteps and replies. A girl wearing partial armour over a maid\'s uniform enters the room. \'Good day to you. Her Royal Highness Sylvia.\' She bows to Silvia, the owner of the room in form only. And there, looking around the room. \'A despicable man. You take pleasure in dressing up as a woman. You are only beautiful on the outside. You can\'t judge a subhuman\'s vile character by his outward appearance. \' He looks at Bronto, who was dressed as a woman to discuss the mission. \'You, with your beautiful face and your splendid dressing that even a woman would admire, you try to trick people, \'Not so I, or rather Her Majesty the Queen, or rather God forbid!\' As soon as he enters, the maid-knight launches into a string of words of either admiration or contempt. These days, it is Elzabeta, the maid who continues a smiling, schoolgirl-like, pastry-making friendship with Bronto\'s friend Gordon the Orc warrior. \'Hey, maid. We\'re talking business. Take your knighting elsewhere.\' Bronto chides her in a sober tone. \'What? You\'re rude! I may look like this, but I am officially a Dame. My magic, my sword and my knowledge are as good as any adventurer\'s!