What should I do if the protagonist of every world I travel to is sick?

"Wake up, Saya."

Saya felt like he was being shaken, but he couldn't open his eyes. He had been using his spiritual power too frequently recently, which had led to a lack of spiritual power and he was unable to control himself.

"Can't you afford it? Then I'll take you back." The man lowered his eyelids, a lazy smile on his face.

In the afterglow of the moon, Alvin's face was obscured. He stood in front of the blue house, waiting quietly.

"Your Majesty, why are you so indecisive? Just take him away."

You An frowned, "It's so late, is the king still going to stand here and wait for it to wake up?"

Alvin half-lidded his eyes so he couldn't see the expression in his eyes. He gently stroked the little fox's white fur.

"Yuan, he's not a thing. You have to learn to respect him."

The tall and mighty man lowered his head and pursed his lips.

The thing in his arms moved, and Alvin lowered his head, his eyes meeting the deep blue.

The two looked at each other and smiled, "If you don't wake up soon, I will think you are deliberately playing a prank on me."

Saya shook off her hair, and her beautiful eyes were tired.

"A good citizen does not deceive his ruler."

Although he woke up early and could hear their conversation, his body was not under his control, so it didn't count as a lie.

"It's late at night, please excuse me, Your Majesty."

He jumped out of Alwin's arms and leaped onto the wall. He turned to look at the handsome young king, "Saya's status is determined by His Majesty. I came here by the king's invitation and have nothing to do with Prince Filbert."

"If there's anything I can do to help, Saya is willing to assist Your Majesty."

Alvin tilted his head back, watching the man competing with the moonlight for brilliance, a faint smile still on his lips.

"My pleasure."

He watched the fox disappear quickly before his eyes like white smoke.

He narrowed his eyes, and the smile on his lips gradually faded.

Everyone will admire and fear the power beyond ordinary people.

There was an extra weight on his shoulders, and he turned his head to see that the man was wearing armor and threw his cloak over him.

A faint laugh escaped from his throat, "Yuan, I'm really not cold."

His dark red hair seemed to be hidden in the darkness, and his cold and hard eyes showed his usual stubbornness.

"It's late at night and the wind will pick up."

Alvin walked back slowly, stretching his hands outward, his palms touching the incoming wind.

"What do you think, Saya?"

The man followed silently behind him, "Whatever your majesty thinks is fine."

The streetlight shone obliquely on Alvin's profile, and his expression was dark and unclear.

"So what does Youan think of my brother?"

Youan thought about it carefully and gave a relatively accurate answer, "His Highness Filbert... is quite cute, very nice to everyone around him, simple and cunning, and a naughty child."

Alvin glanced at him and said, "It's a long review. It seems that Youan likes it."

You An looked at him deeply, "He is your younger brother." Then he added, "Everyone around him likes the little prince."

Alvin withdrew his gaze and said, "Yeah, that kid is quite lovable."

You An let out a low laugh, "It's okay, Your Majesty deserves love too."

Elwin glanced over and said, "It seems that Youan has nothing to do. It is necessary for him to go abroad for training."

You An shook his head and waved his hands helplessly, "Look, everyone I recruited is in pain."

Alvin was so angry that he laughed, and his brows gradually relaxed.

"To be honest, sometimes I envy that kid." He looked up at the endless darkness.

"Even though he just arrived in a new environment, he was able to quickly integrate with the people in the palace."

"I haven't done anything, haven't put in any effort, yet I'm loved by everyone."

You An stared at him deeply, and seeing the man's drooping eyelashes, he spoke softly, "Your Majesty is loved by everyone."

"It's different." He turned his head, a hint of stubbornness in his eyes, "If I weren't this identity..."

He stared at the person in front of him for a long time, and finally shook his head.

"Forget it, it's nothing."

He looked at the empty sky and continued walking forward. The person behind him opened his mouth, but it was still as silent as the night tonight.