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

"Didn't you insist on living with Filbert a few days ago? Why do you want to go solo now?"

Alvin took off his glasses, picked up the lens cloth beside him and gently wiped the lenses.

The back of the snow-white head was facing him, and there was a hint of resentment in the tone.

"I was invited by His Majesty, and I simply want back what was promised to me."

"The king will not go back on his word, will he?"

Alvin pinched his brows and let out a low laugh from his throat.

He had heard the noise over there a long time ago. He had said that his bed was not bigger than his, and Philbert was no longer a child.

"Otherwise, the Grand Master can personally urge us. I've already urged you anyway."

Saya's lips were pressed into a line and her brows were tightly furrowed.

He turned around and walked in front of Alvin, looking down at the man who was sitting on the stool with a clear conscience.

"I'm not saying this, but your palace really doesn't have a single empty room? It has to be built on-site for people to live in!"

Elwin waved his hand helplessly, "Of course there are empty rooms, but it would be inconvenient for the Imperial Master to stay in the concubine's residence."

"Besides, the construction of the palace was allocated long ago. Even before the prince separated from his mother, he lived in the palace of his own mother."

"...What if there's an emergency and guests need to stay overnight?"

Elwin looked at him amusedly. "Of course, whoever invited them gets to stay. We don't mind small details here."

"Besides, each palace doesn't have only one room. I also invited the Imperial Master, but since you refused, I can only follow your wishes."

For the first time, Saya felt that this person was very annoying and gritted his teeth.

"You...you clearly said I wanted to sleep with you."

Alvin's eyes dimmed, and he stood up, supporting himself on the table with both hands.

He looked at the handsome boy in front of him and whispered in his ear.

"Why, the Imperial Master can sleep with Philbert but not with me?"

Saya tilted her head, her eyes not showing much emotion, "What is the relationship between you and me?"

The expression on Alvin's face froze, and his heart seemed to be stabbed.

Yes, why should he compare with him?

Everyone was the same, he was used to it not being the same.

Alvin's arms gradually lost strength and he sat down with a cold look in his eyes.

The chill in the air lasted for a while, and finally it was Alvin who spoke first.

"There are a few empty rooms next to my study. If you don't mind, you can stay here temporarily."

Saya hesitated for a moment, but before leaving, she took out a candy from her pocket and put it on the table.

He said calmly, "I was a bit harsh just now. At least we still have... a relationship between the ruler and his subjects."

There was a knock on the door, and the servant came down to report that Prince Philbert wanted to see him.

As soon as Saya heard the name, he immediately ran away, leaving behind only one reply: "Going away, Your Majesty."

No one knew how far he had run, but Alvin was still staring at the colorful candies on the table, as if it was an obsession that he could not get rid of.

He muttered softly, "It's just a trick to appease children."

On the other side, after Saya ran out, he almost bumped into Philbert who had just come in.

He was so scared that he immediately turned into a fox and dived into the grass.

The man suddenly paused, and Saya pulled the grass tightly, and finally the little ancestor went in.

Saya patted his chest and shook off the leaves on his head in embarrassment.

Why did Saya's attitude towards Philbert become so tortuous?

The story goes back a few days ago...