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

"I say, this has become your obsession."

Saya looked at the slightly embarrassed guy in front of him and said, "You keep saying that it was because of them that they had to push you forward to this position."

"But you really don't want to sit here?"

Alvin lowered his head. He really had a keen eye for people's minds.

As if there was nothing left to hide, he spread his hands and smiled with relief, "Then didn't National Master Saya also think that I was suitable for this position, and therefore rejected El Filyujia?"

A smile crossed Elwin's face. "I didn't send anyone to eavesdrop on your conversation, but El Filyuja was making so much noise that it was hard for my men to miss it."

"But I'm asking if you want to sit here."

Saya's words, like his personality, always hit the bull's eye.

He pulled a smile from his lips...

"If you don't want to laugh, then don't laugh. Why do you always force yourself? You must be tired of pretending for so many years."

Alvin hit the nail on the head, and the corners of his mouth, which had been trying to rise, drooped completely.

"Who wouldn't want to sit in the supreme position? That way no one would ignore me anymore."

"I won't be looked down upon, and I won't die like a nobody without anyone knowing where I am."

His eyes darkened and his voice became smaller and smaller.

"What if they were willing, Elwin? Your brothers were willing to fight for your decision because they shared your vision. They wanted to carve out a path not only for them but also for themselves. As far as I know, there wasn't a prince or noble of higher status than you in the army at that time."

"Not only you, everyone wants to stand out in this opportunity, but you are lucky enough, luckier than them."

"And those 30,000 souls are willing to risk their lives to fight with you in this seemingly losing battle. Do they value their lives? It's because this is their home, and they don't want to see their families and their descendants living without backbone for generations to come."

"Alvin, no one will blame you, and no one will scold you. This is just your own obsession. You were simply trapped in that bloody battle, caught up in your own self-affirmation."

He placed his hand on Alvin's shoulder. "You always use their excuses to cover up for yourself to get the seat you want. But you said you did everything, but why didn't you do it thoroughly?"

"You repeatedly helped Al Filyuja cover up Filbert's whereabouts. You didn't even kill all the women, children, and elderly left behind by the 30,000 dead souls. This secret can be discovered by anyone who diligently searches for it."

He stared into his eyes for two seconds, with a half-smile, "Alvin, are you waiting for someone to expose your guilt?"

Alvin smiled faintly, with a glimmer of light in his eyes.

"Yes, I'm waiting for an opportunity, waiting for Queen El Filyuja to overthrow me with her own children. I'm waiting for all of this to come to fruition."

"After all, hiding all this by myself is too tiring. I have accomplished what I wanted to do, and the names of those 30,000 dead souls should be known to others."

"Are you willing?" Saya looked at him, her eyes drooping slightly.

Alvin looked at him seriously, a smile on his lips.

"Willingly."

Saya stared for several seconds, and finally laughed sarcastically.

"Alwin, you didn't want to tell the truth until the end. Didn't anyone tell you that the fox clan is famous for their ability to read minds?"

His cold eyes shot straight at him, "You are obviously unwilling to accept it."

"That's what you're thinking. Why should I give up all the great achievements I've made over the years? You think you've never let anyone down, even if it was just a pretense."

"It's just the orthodox bloodline. Isn't it the case that the capable person gets the upper hand when he sits in this position?"

His eyes narrowed slightly, "Am I right, Alvin?"

"Heh..." Alvin slowly lowered his eyes, and the broken light was hidden in his eyes.

He lowered his head, ready to see the guest off.

"But I think you're right."

Alvin raised his head and his pupils shrank sharply.

"you say."

Saya narrowed her eyes slightly, nodded quietly, and repeated it again.

"I think you're right."

"Only capable people can lead a country onto the path of prosperity. This has nothing to do with whether or not he is of royal blood or whether the distinction between legitimate and illegitimate children is clear."

"I've never denied that ambition is a bad thing, but you still choose to deceive us and yourself. Why? Because you haven't fully determined yourself in your heart."

Alvin's gaze froze, and Philbert beside him also stood there in a daze.

"Perhaps no one has ever told you, Alvin, that you are better than them all."

"You were only nine years old when you joined the army. While other children your age were still at home making a fuss and refusing to go to school, you had already carved out a new path for yourself, becoming the leader of the military who made decisions and commanded soldiers who were much older than you."

"And in those battles you faced as a teenager, you had the courage to disobey the king and had an independent view of the battle situation. If you weren't a good leader, would the people of several cities really be willing to fight and die with you? You were also determined to die at that time, right?"

"And the decisions you've made over the years have not only effectively stabilized the checks and balances between the nobles and the commoners, but have also successfully replaced half of the parliament with your fresh blood."

"Even if your current power were to compete with the old power that Queen El Filyuga has so carefully cultivated, it would still be far superior."

Saya coaxed, "So why are you willing to do this?"

"Because you are not a direct descendant?"

"So you deserved to die with them in that battle?"

"Or did you have evil intentions and move Filbert?"

Every word Saya said made Alvin take a step back, until the last word, when he looked at Filbert seriously.

"Filbert...if that's what you're thinking..."

Alvin seemed to have become more determined, and the look in his eyes no longer wavered.

"I am willing to compete with you fairly. This position belongs to the most capable person."

"I will not deprive you of your rights. I will give you time to build up your own power, and I will do my best to fight you!"

"If I lose, I will voluntarily write a letter of abdication and tell the world that your throne is yours by right."

Saya shook her head. "Wrong, wrong, must my mistakes be tied to defeat?"

"If you make a mistake, admit it bravely. Don't let a single stain obscure all the glory in your life. No one is perfect, and sometimes demanding perfection too much can lead to anxiety and loss."

His gaze turned to Filbert, "Did you hear that? Don't learn this from him."

Filbert nodded dumbly, "Oh."

The silly boy seemed to realize only now that Alwin was talking to him.

He poked and poked with two fingers... "Actually... I don't want to compete with you. I already thought you were great, but after listening to what Saya said just now, I feel even more that there is no comparison."

"I'm just as lazy as Saya. I don't want to worry about so many things. My own happiness is enough. Why should I care about the affairs of a country? Isn't this embarrassing for me..."

Saya rolled his eyes again and said, "Just be lazy, don't drag me into it." See, he said he raised a second-generation rich kid.

"So, brother, if you feel you have let me down, then manage this country well, so that none of us will ever be invaded by war, and never have to worry about food and clothing."

Alvin smiled, and the smile on his face became more genuine.

"I really have to work hard to meet your request."

All three laughed.