I'm in another world, and I start out transformed into Lancelot.

On the canvas, young Euphemia is chasing butterflies in the palace gardens, her smile so radiant it seems to illuminate the entire world.

Chapter 6 The Fairy's Compassion

The glass dome of the art museum shimmered with tiny sparkles in the afternoon sun. Nina Einstein stood in front of the ticket booth, adjusting her round-framed glasses.

She took half a day off today just to see the newly opened "Britanian Classical Art Exhibition".

"One student ticket, thank you," she whispered to the ticket seller, her fingers unconsciously rubbing the strap of her backpack.

Her long, dark green hair was tied into simple pigtails at the back of her head, swaying gently as she nodded.

Just as she was about to go through security, a commotion came from behind her.

Several guards in black uniforms had already walked past quickly, and a broken conversation came through the walkie-talkie: "His Excellency the Vice-Governor is about to leave the residence. Increase security at all exits..."

Nina suddenly stopped in her tracks. The Vice Governor... wasn't that Princess Euphemia? The terrifying night three months ago immediately flashed before her eyes.

When she was caught up in the hotel hostage incident, it was Princess Euphemia who held her hand the whole time and gently comforted her as she trembled.

"Um..." she mustered her courage and called out to a guard who was maintaining order, "Excuse me, is Princess Euphemia really here?"

The guard eyed her warily: "What do you want?"

"I...I just..." Nina's cheeks flushed slightly, "...wanted to thank His Highness in person..."

The guards exchanged glances, and one of them picked up a walkie-talkie and spoke. Nina stood there uneasily, watching more and more guards gather at the main entrance.

She just wanted to express her gratitude, but she didn't expect it to cause such a big reaction.

As Euphemia's convoy slowly drove out of the underground parking garage, Nina finally couldn't contain herself and jogged after it.

"Lady Euphemia! Please wait a moment!"

Her clear voice rang out distinctly in the art museum plaza. The next second, she was grabbed by the shoulders by two guards.

"Ah!" Nina exclaimed, her glasses nearly slipping off. She frantically adjusted them, scattering her notebooks and pens from her bag all over the floor.

"I just wanted to thank Her Highness Euphemia..." Her voice trembled with grievance, "...at the Imperial Hotel..."

Just then, the window of a black sedan slowly rolled down. Euphemia's surprised face appeared behind the window, her long pink hair shimmering softly in the sunlight.

"Nina?" Euphemia immediately recognized the girl she had met at the hotel. "Please let her go!"

Nina's eyes were still red when she was brought to the car. She stood awkwardly by the car door, her fingers twisting together.

"Your Highness...I just wanted to thank you for that day...at the hotel..."

Euphemia smiled gently, a smile that reminded Nina of the night His Highness had smiled at her in the same way.

"Would you like to get in the car and chat?" Euphemia gestured to the empty seat next to her. "I remember you really like art; we can talk about today's exhibition."

Nina's eyes widened in surprise, then she shook her head hastily, "No, no need! I just... I just wanted to say thank you in person..."

Her voice trailed off, "That night, it was your encouragement that made me less scared..."

Euphemia gently took Nina's trembling hand: "It's so good to see you again. But your clothes are dirty. Would you like to come back with me?"

Seeing Nina's smile, Euphemia suddenly felt that perhaps this was the most worthwhile moment for her as a "nominal deputy governor".

To be able to genuinely help others, even if it's just a small reunion.

The sound of water in the bathroom gradually subsided, and Nina stood awkwardly by the guest room door, her fingers unconsciously twisting the lace trim of her nightgown.

This pale purple silk nightgown is clearly Euphemia's personal clothing, with delicate royal crests embroidered on the cuffs, making it appear somewhat overly luxurious on her.

"Please, please have some tea..."

After the maid respectfully left the room, only the crackling sound of burning firewood in the fireplace remained in the living room.

Nina held her bone china teacup and stole a glance through the rising steam at Euphemia sitting opposite her.

With her uniform off, the princess's long pink hair flowed freely, and the moonlight shining through the French windows cast a silvery glow on her, making her look like a nymph goddess in a classical oil painting.

"At that time..." Nina's teacup clinked gently on the tray, "when Princess Euphemia saved me, I felt as if I had seen a goddess..."

Her voice grew softer, and her cheeks flushed. The scene in her memory was as vivid as yesterday: the hotel corridor filled with gunshots, Euphemia walking against the light.

Despite the bloodstains on the hem of his uniform skirt, he still resolutely reached out to her, and his long pink hair, which cascaded down at that moment, truly resembled the radiance described in mythology.

"Ah! I'm so sorry!" Nina suddenly put down her teacup as if she had just woken up.

"I should thank you for lending me the clothes!" She looked down and tugged at the overly long hem of her skirt, her glasses fogged up with steam.

Euphemia was amused by her reaction, and her silvery laughter startled the nightingale resting outside the window.

"Don't worry about it~" She got up to pour Nina some tea, the lily of the valley pattern on her nightgown faintly visible in the candlelight.

"I'm actually happy that these clothes have found suitable wearers."

As the firelight flickered in the fireplace, Nina noticed that Euphemia's fingertips were unconsciously rubbing her left arm as she spoke.

"And besides..." Euphemia turned to the window, the moonlight illuminating her delicate profile, "I'm not such a remarkable person after all."

Her voice suddenly took on a self-deprecating tone, "Compared to Princess Cornelia and the others, I'm utterly useless."

Nina looked up abruptly, her amber eyes wide behind her glasses. "How could this be!" she exclaimed, nearly knocking over her teacup.

"Your Highness is so gentle and brave! If it weren't for you at the hotel..."

Nina's knuckles were white from exerting too much force, and her dark green bangs hung down, obscuring her moist eyes.

"I am the one who has absolutely no redeeming qualities." Her voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth, with a slight tremor.

"They have nothing, their parents are just ordinary people...and they're not pretty..."

Euphemia noticed that the girl's nightgown was crumpled at the hem and her round-framed glasses were covered with a thin layer of mist.

This top student, who received a full scholarship in the physics department, was now huddled in the corner of the sofa like a primary school student who had failed an exam.

"No, that's not true." Euphemia couldn't help but chuckle, reaching out to adjust her slipping glasses. "You're very cute~"

"No way!" Nina suddenly looked up excitedly, her amber eyes behind her glasses flashing with a stubborn light.

"I'm utterly useless... I got the data wrong in last week's lab report, I spilled soup in the cafeteria the day before yesterday, and yesterday I even knocked over a rare book from the library..."

Her voice trailed off abruptly. Euphemia was staring at her with a strange look in her eyes.

That wasn't the princess's pity for the common people, but rather a deeper, almost empathetic emotion.

The moonlight was suddenly obscured by clouds, plunging the living room into a brief darkness. The shadows of the two girls sitting opposite each other intertwined on the wall.

The same slender shoulders, the same drooping necks, even the rhythm of their sighs were strangely synchronized.

—This is the shape of the soul that only the insecure can recognize.

Within the system space, the silver-haired girl's fingertips traced across the holographic projection. The image froze on two girls with bowed heads, light and shadow outlining their pale purple, melancholic silhouettes.

You really can't tell just by looking at them!

Her voice was as calm as a stagnant pool, yet her irises reflected a burning Tokyo, "These two girls who still harbor inferiority complexes..."

The footage suddenly fast-forwards to a ceremony—Euphemisma lies in a pool of blood, shot in the chest;

The scene then shifts to the laboratory, where Nina frantically adjusts a spherical device, her tears freezing on the metal casing of "Freya".

"One will die bearing a stain, the other will develop a world-destroying weapon for revenge."

Her slender fingers tapped lightly on the control panel, each touch sending up a crimson ripple. "What a... pathetic chain reaction."

When she uttered the word "chain reaction," her fingers suddenly paused. A strange throbbing sensation came from the body's chest, as if it had been pierced by something sharp.

Fragments of memories not belonging to this world flashed through her mind—the tolling bells of the fairy kingdom, the burning oak tree, and the woman who reached out her hand to her from the mud...

"Host?" The red orb circled her worriedly. "Your memory synchronization rate has increased again?"

The fairy knight closed her eyes briefly, forcibly suppressing the surging memories of the otherworld. Her slender fingers continued tapping on the control panel.

Each touch sent ripples of crimson light through the air: "That's precisely why we must change this tragic ending!"

The projected image switched again, showing the scene after tonight's battle ended: moonlight streamed through the skylight, and Suzaku was kneeling on one knee in front of Euphemia, their shadows overlapping on the metal floor.

"But what follows is a crucial scene for the Knight Princess~" the light orb's voice was mischievous, "Host, are you going to intervene and stop this?"

The fairy knight suddenly chuckled, her long silver hair moving without wind. She stood up, her lake-like armor shimmering in the data stream:

"Of course." Her voice carried an undeniable authority. "Children like you, what are you talking about love!"

She raised her hand to summon the system console, her slender fingers flying across the virtual keyboard: "Everyone, get to work!"

As she operated the system, the projected images began to reassemble—Euphemisma stood on the parliamentary podium, with reform flags fluttering behind her;

Nina is in the laboratory, in front of the new energy device that has been awarded.

The fairy knight watched all this with satisfaction, a faint smile playing on his lips: "This is the ending I wanted to see."

She turned to look at the endless starry sky, her left hand unconsciously resting on her chest. "Those who can change the world are always driven by ambition."

Chapter 7 Lancelot Help Lancelot

The moonlight, like water, spilled onto the long corridors of the governor's mansion. Euphemia's military boots clattered on the marble floor.

Her conversation with Nina was still echoing in her mind—that self-conscious yet strong girl made her even more determined not to be a puppet princess.

“I’m Lancelot too?” A cool voice suddenly rang out.

Euphemia stopped abruptly. In front of her, the moonlight rippled like water, and particles of lake-blue light condensed and took shape in the air.

The fairy knight gracefully knelt on one knee, a confident curve appearing on her red lips.

"Let me go see what that Knightmare, which also bears this name, is capable of?"

Euphemia instantly understood the other party's intention. Looking into the fairy knight's amber eyes, the certainty in them made her nod involuntarily.

"Then please give the order in your name, my Master."

The moment the metal mask closed, Euphemia took a deep breath. She raised her arm, and the Command Seals gleamed eerily in the moonlight.

"In the name of Euphemia Le Britannia, I hereby order you! Suzaku, I entrust this to you! Please bring this stubborn fellow back!"

The first Command Seal vanished, transforming into dazzling starlight. The fairy knight's figure gradually became transparent within the soaring pillar of lake-blue light, leaving only a smiling reply:

“Yes, my Lord.”

Euphemia didn't stop. She pushed open the gilded door, where her brother, Prince Xiuzenair, was sipping red tea by the French windows, as if he had expected her arrival.

"Brother Xiuzhenair! Please grant me permission for private communication!"

Her voice made the Second Prince pause slightly in his teacup. With a crisp sound as the silver spoon clinked against the bone china, Xiu Ze Nai turned around, his fox-like eyes narrowing into a dangerous arc.

“What a rare guest.” He slowly set down his teacup. “However, there’s fighting going on at the front lines, so public channels are probably…”

"I want to use Lancelot's exclusive frequency band!" Euphemia walked directly to the control panel and her fingers flew across the keyboard.

She entered the Suzaku's machine identification code that she had secretly memorized this morning—that fool who always blames himself is probably forcing himself again now.

Xiu Zenaer watched his sister's actions meaningfully, then suddenly chuckled:

"It seems our vase princess has finally found something she wants to protect."

The moonlight over Tokyo Bay was obscured by the smoke of gunpowder, and Suzaku's breathing sounded particularly heavy in the confined cockpit.

Lancelot's energy alarm blared sharply, and the screen flashed red numbers showing a countdown of "02:58".

Five old-fashioned Glasgow rifles fanned out from behind, their chainsaw swords flashing dangerous arcs in the moonlight.

"Damn it..." Suzaku's fingertips tightened on the control stick, his knuckles turning white from the force.

Lancelot barely dodged the first enemy plane's thrust, but the second's chainsaw was already aimed at the cockpit. At this critical moment—

"Suzaku!"

Euphemia's voice flowed into the cockpit like a clear spring, sending a jolt through Suzaku. His emerald pupils contracted sharply, nearly causing the machine to lose its balance.

“Princess Euphemia?! Um… I’m…” His voice was broken by heavy breathing as his fingers flew across the control panel, typing evasion commands.

"Hang in there! Your help is on its way!"

"Eh?!"

Before he could finish speaking, a bright blue shooting star streaked across the night sky. The light seemed far away, but in an instant, it landed on Lancelot's shoulder armor.