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

It is a statue covered with thin gold foil all over its body. It looks a bit like a smaller version of Alvin, with green gems inlaid in its eyes, and a ruby ​​inlaid on the hilt of his sword, shining brightly.

"This is... the Happy Prince."

Saya recognized the prototype of this gift almost instantly, but this statue was smaller and more exquisite than the one above the city.

"I think my brother loves his people just as deeply as that prince does."

"During those three battles outside the borders, even though the old king had already ordered his troops to withdraw and signed the territorial cession agreement, my brother still risked being charged with treason and swore to fight the enemy to the death. His army was probably camped in those ceded territories at the time."

"How could a soldier just watch helplessly as the territory and people he protects are handed over to others? I think what my brother did was right."

A mouthful of blood seemed to clog Alvin's throat. He turned his head and struggled to suppress his unstable voice.

“But too many people died.”

"Perhaps not so many soldiers would have died in that battle. If I had withdrawn, perhaps they could have returned home safely."

"But you succeeded."

Saya suddenly spoke at this moment, her deep blue eyes filled with a calming magic.

"The result of those three battles is that the people of those three cities that were originally destined to be ceded can now live with their heads held high."

"I know you've regretted your decision, because those who died were brothers who fought alongside you to defeat generals and capture flags. Many of them grew up with you."

Alvin closed his eyes tremblingly, "Stop talking."

"Since those three battles, you have been recognized by the people and have been designated as the crown prince under Queen El Firyuga, a position that is widely recognized."

"But you never wanted to return to the battlefield, even though you hated the intrigues and schemes in the palace. Since you became king, even if the border was in chaos, it was Youan who was responsible for handling the war."

"In that battle, more than just the soldiers died."

Alvin turned around suddenly and looked at the person in front of him, his eyes fixed on the deep blue eyes in front of him with a deep and inquiring gaze.

"you……"

Filbert raised his hand weakly, "I don't know what happened next. Do you want me to retreat?"

The two men turned their heads at the same time and met two fierce gazes. Philbert raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, okay, I'll clean up the dishes and won't run away." It's okay if I don't listen.

After this interlude, the atmosphere between the two of them became less fierce.

"Since I'm the national teacher of this country, I can't just sit there and do nothing but hold a nominal position. So I found out while I was taking the postgraduate entrance examination."

"Your reluctance to return isn't just due to a fear of returning home, but also because you were so reckless back then that you confiscated the people of several cities."

"Thirty thousand more dead men and horses made the defeat even more tragic than expected."

"There are only old people and babies left in those cities. I know what you are afraid of, Your Majesty."

"You're afraid to see their eyes, afraid to see the bodies scattered all over the ground, afraid that it's really because of your wrong decision that their families are torn apart."

"You're also afraid that gossip and rumors will hinder your future."

Elwin's eyes dimmed, and he looked at the man in front of him, a long low laugh escaping from his throat, a bitter smile on his lips.

"Yes, I am afraid of all this. I am selfish and careless, and I don't care about other people's lives. I not only don't want to lose the war, I don't want to lose myself."

"Do you know how many illegitimate princes the old king has? Thirty-two. I had no support from my mother's family, so I was the least important one. But thanks to General Watt's words that I was a good seedling, I, a prince, fought in the army for six years and left this place for six years."

"I ascended the throne of Crown Prince by stepping on the corpses of my brothers and subjects. Do you think I can report these extra 30,000 dead souls?"

"And Philbert, I'm not a good brother to you."

"You are Queen El Filyuga's only biological child. I was the one who sent you away, and I was also the one who brought you back."

"The royal family's bloodline is clearly divided between legitimate and illegitimate children. Even though I've been named Queen El Filyuga, there's still a distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children. I've already taken countless lives, and you wouldn't be a big deal."

He covered his eyes and squatted down, "Why should someone like me expect to be loved by the people?"

Philbert paused for a moment, then walked toward him, still clutching the statue.

A warm palm gave him strength from behind. "But you didn't let them down, did you?"

"If I remember correctly, you were the one who spoke to Director Hill, whom I had never met before, during the last move."

"I vaguely remember your voice. I remember it. That's why when we met in the forest, I felt that you were a good person."

"You said so much, but you didn't kill all of us."

Alvin raised his head and looked at Filbert in disbelief.

"Why... If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be displaced. You should be the most honorable person in this palace."

As if he had let out a breath, Philbert waved his hand indifferently, "What's the fun of being the most noble? If so, maybe I won't meet Saya!" The bright and innocent boy glanced at the man with cold eyebrows and eyes.

A slender, white hand stretched out in front of him, "He has forgiven you, so why don't you get up and listen to my opinion."

His eyes rested on the man's fingertips, and finally he stretched out his hand.

Maybe Alvin will never forget this moment even when he grows old, because - his feet were numb and his hands were not clenched tightly, so he fell to the ground with his butt.

Philbert stood aside and laughed, while Saya let out a low laugh.

Alvin turned his head, stopped holding Saya's hand, and stood up on his own.

The exposed tip of the ear was so red that blood could drip out.

"Ahem, the atmosphere is completely disrupted..."