Princess, I Can't Bear to See You Sad

[The princess's bedroom door is wide open, and you can even see a corner of the room from the outside; the scent of fine wine lingers in the air.]

[Driven by your evil thoughts, you enter Princess Morgan's bedroom.]

[You see her, drunk, lying on a gold silk quilt embroidered with noble patterns, a few drops of wine still lingering on her pale pink lips.]

[You are stunned, as you have never seen Morgan like this before; in your memory, she has always been unapproachable.]

[You come before her and make a life-changing decision.]

Although what echoed in Ian's mind was just words,he could feel himself continuously receiving the memories brought by these actions.

The luxurious wool carpet of the princess's bedroom;the scent of fine wine in the air;and Morgan, lying on the bed, breathing heavily—everything was so real.

Exhausting all possible words to think.

All that remained was the word "great."

Yes, it was indescribable.

If the woman he met in Chaldea was a 60/100

then Morgan before him was a 100/100; Ian didn't believe anyone in the world could ignore her

[You feel that this is likely related to the grand banquet.]

[You decide to risk asking.]

"Princess, have you encountered any troubling matters? If you could tell me, perhaps there might be a solution."

Hearing this, Morgan raised her head.At the prime of her youth, she looked at the ignorant knight before her and suddenly sneered.

"Are you trying to atone for your transgression?"

"Princess, I do have that intention," Ian answered truthfully. "But I am more concerned about why you are so sad."

"None of your business."Morgan replied coldly.

"Foolish knight, don't overstep your bounds. You should be grateful to the great King Uther and that damned wine for allowing you to stand here."

"But Princess, I am not overstepping my bounds." Ian touched the cross longsword on his waist.

"This is the duty of a loyal knight to you, Princess."

The simulation continued.

[After hearing your words of loyalty, Morgan fell silent for a long time.]

[She was touched by your words and seemed to want to say more, but in the end, she decided to remain silent.]

[She had some reservations.]

[You waited for a long time and realized you couldn't just sit idly by.]

[You decided to encourage her, to make her reveal her true feelings in her drunken state.]

[You succeeded.]

[She is now going to ask you a question that will determine your fate.]

"I'm asking you," Princess Morgan said, looking at Ian with lingering reservations.

"You said earlier that as a knight, you are loyal to me, right?"

"Yes, Princess," Ian replied without hesitation. "To obey you and fight for you is the greatest honor a knight like me can attain."

These practiced words of oath resonated with Ian, as if he knew them innately.

This was an accompanying memory—after all, in this simulation, he was already a knight with many lifetimes of experience.

He could say these words of loyalty without hesitation.

"Then..." Morgan looked around. 

The large room was now occupied only by her, drunk, and this ignorant knight.

Moonlight fell from the glass windows, shattering into a rainbow of light on the floor.Clouds drifted past.The room was plunged into darkness.

Morgan's voice rang out: "What if, at some point in the future, I no longer possess Britain, and another king sits on the throne?"

"Will you still swear loyalty to me?"

Ian didn't expect Morgan to say such a thing at this moment and was stunned, unable to answer immediately.

The clouds dispersed.

Morgan's face was once again illuminated by the moonlight—but it was a face on the verge of collapse.

"As expected, everything is just a false illusion... I have never possessed anything.

The princess's voice was sad and sorrowful.

[Because of your moment of hesitation, Morgan fell into endless sorrow.]

[You realized you had made a grave mistake and wanted to make amends, but it was all in vain.]

[Morgan began to fall into extreme self-doubt, nearing madness.]

[You didn't know why she had become like this after attending the banquet, but you knew you couldn't let it continue. You tried to find a way to temporarily relieve her pain.]

Looking at Morgan, who was sometimes sneering and sometimes sobbing,

Ian knew he couldn't just stand by—her sorrow stemmed from his hesitation, so he had to end it.

With a few clangs,

the knight's armor fell to the ground, making crisp sounds.

"Foolish knight, what are you doing?!"

Though she was nearing madness, Morgan still retained a minimal level of rationality.

But Ian didn't stop.

He took a deep breath, like a soldier going into battle.

"Princess, I can't bear to see you sad."

"Even though I might be executed by you afterward, I still hope to do my best to resolve the sorrow in your heart."