The random characters in the dating sim world are a bit bad.

After all, I, Leon von Bartofarth, am the kingdom's greatest, youngest, and most loyal knight!

They should be secretly happy that they've been saved.

Lyon's inner thoughts were incredibly intense, but facing the king's scrutiny and Milenu, who seemed calm but whose eyes were fixed on him, he still sat there looking extremely grief-stricken.

If there were wasabi at this moment, Leon would not hesitate to refuse to use it, and would instead reach out and dab some saliva on his hand to pretend it was a tear stain.

"Cough cough."

The king coughed lightly, handed the report to Milenu beside him, and looked at Lyon with a hint of displeasure in his eyes.

That report's demand for compensation is outrageous!

"His Majesty!"

Lyon's trembling voice, choked with sobs, prevented the king from uttering the words he wanted to say.

"Phew! Baron Bartofarth, I've read all of your report and the reports submitted by Chris and the others. I still have two questions about these points."

"Your Majesty, may I ask?"

Lyon's expression was serious, but his gaze was fixed on Milenu, who was carefully reading his report and trying to suppress the smirk on her face.

[How can she be so irresistibly cute! Milen, waaaaah~]

I feel like teasing this older sister who likes to act cute a little~

"Ahem. Bartofart, firstly, regarding your defeat of the Black Knight of the Duchy of Vanos, since you didn't submit the relevant evidence, we'll leave it at that. Do you have any questions?"

The king spoke expressionlessly.

"no problem."

The greatsword, the only evidence of the Black Knight, was sent to the base by Leon to be melted down, since it would take time to recreate the metal synthesis experiments. The metal on it is now likely part of the Arc Reactor.

The king frowned as he watched Lyon agree so readily.

Aren't you going to put up a fight? If you put up a fight, I can say a few words to you, right?

"Ahem. The second thing is about those familiars or lost items you mentioned. We may need to assess the corresponding compensation, and we will notify you of the follow-up later."

"Okay, Your Majesty."

After a slightly disappointed sigh, Lyon accepted the king's suggestion, and his whole body relaxed considerably.

Things have taken another step forward.

"Then, you may leave now."

The king, seeing that Lyon offered no resistance, simply nodded in satisfaction.

Lyon then left the palace without any hesitation, without any reluctance or lingering attachment.

"Your Majesty, what is your opinion on the compensation offered by Baron Bartofalt?"

Mylene looked at Lyon's departing figure with some reluctance, but did not show it much, instead asking the king questions.

"I have my doubts about the compensation mentioned in Bartofart's report. No matter how you look at it, that conflict couldn't possibly have cost fifty thousand gold coins."

The king shook his head, then turned and left.

Looking at her husband, who nominally defines acts of war as conflicts.

Milenu sighed, looking slightly disappointed.

[Lyon is very honest and doesn't lie. So the figure of 50,000 gold coins is definitely correct. It's just that he thinks it's fake, and most importantly, he's defining the conflict.]

"This is so annoying."

Looking at the work being tossed to her, Milenu felt a pang of disgust.

She used to be full of enthusiasm for this kind of work, but now she feels a sense of disgust, perhaps because the Leon she admires is not trusted by others.

"Leon~, I can't help you this time..."

She gracefully climbed onto the table, her beautiful face displaying a charming hint of worry.

Vivi, who was outside the door, saw this scene with Milen and consciously closed the door.

[The princess must not be seen in this state by anyone else!]

…………

Inside the academy.

Lyon was gnawing on a delicious chicken leg with both hands, completely oblivious to the beautiful scenery before him and the temptations around him.

At this moment, Curaris and Angelica were sitting opposite Leon, while Olivia sat beside him, her small hands occasionally refilling the tea that Leon had finished drinking, her smooth, jade-like legs clad in white over-the-knee socks.

The absolute territory, tinged with red by the Mosuo style, is incredibly alluring.

Lyon, who had just gone to the palace to give a report early that morning, was starving and had no idea what to do.

After all, eating is the most important thing in the world.

"Leon~, eat slowly."

Angelica took a tissue and gently wiped Leon's mouth, which was covered in grease, while Kuraris continued to feed him, looking rather unaccustomed to it.

“Anjie, you three have no idea. I was truly speechless. We had to give a report at six in the morning. We waited for about an hour outside the palace before the report even started, and during the entire process, we weren't given anything to eat, not even a sip of water…”

Lyon expressed his dissatisfaction with having to go to the palace to report early in the morning, looking resentful.

The three women listened quietly, their lips curving into happy smiles as they looked at Leon with loving eyes.

"The kingdom's formal meetings are usually followed by banquets. Lyon, this time it must be because things happened rather suddenly, plus the fact that you beat up someone's son, that's why."

Angelica wiped all the grease off Leon's mouth and said with a smile on her face.

"And you can eat while waiting outside the palace. But Leon, you didn't bring any food, so..."

"Ah! You, Kuraris, you're not on my side. You deserve to be punished..."

Leon stood up and used a "Hungry Tiger Pounces" attack on Kuraris, controlling her and immediately beginning the punishment.

The demon's claws reached out once more, and a struggle and battle began on the pristine plain.

It relentlessly assaulted the girl's reason until it completely controlled her before stopping.

"Leon~, you filthy scoundrel~"

With a dazed look in her eyes, Kuraris watched Leon, who only knew how to cause trouble but dared not go any further, and then closed her eyes, leaning against his reassuring embrace.

Angelica and Olivia looked at the scene before them with complete indifference, their faces revealing a sense of habit.

After all, Leon is always like this whenever the four of them are together.

The first time you might feel shy and jealous, but after the second or third time, you'll get used to it and enjoy it naturally.

"Leon, so you're saying you have to go to the palace again in a few days, right?"

After putting the blanket back, Olivia came over. Her fair and holy face looked at Leon, who looked dejected, with pure and harmless eyes.

"Yes. I'll be going to the palace in a few days, and it should be Milian and me then..."

The sound stopped abruptly, and Leon turned his head away, looking at the seemingly harmless Olivia with some fear.

Gudong!

"Um, could you be a little gentler..."

"Dame-yo~, Leon-san~"

Olivia winked playfully, and then a horrific tragedy unfolded.

"Shout!!!"

[Olivia used to be so innocent, what happened to her now? Be gentle there! You can't do that there!]

…………

Inside the palace, in Milendu's office, outside the corridor.

Da da da!

The sound is crisp and powerful, impossible to ignore, drawing your gaze involuntarily.

Captain Vivi, who was guarding the door, frowned slightly after shifting her gaze to the person who had arrived, because it was Leon von Bartofalt, whom she did not particularly like.

The kingdom's youngest knight, Leon, was dressed in a black knight's uniform, wearing shiny black leather shoes, and had a decorated sword hanging at his waist.

He exuded a knightly aura, and Vivi's eyes widened in surprise.

"This guy……"

The heartfelt praise stopped abruptly before it was finished, because of Leon's uninhibited words.

"Ouch. Didn't those three know to go easy on me? It still hurts a lot."

Lyon placed his hand on his waist and gently massaged it, completely ignoring the astonished looks from Vivi and the guard.

"Captain, the Baron's contrast is too great."

"Ahem. I've already told you not to think too highly of him."

The captain of the guards, Vivi, coughed, then turned around, opened the door, and went inside to report.

"Your Highness, Baron Bartofarth has arrived."

"Oh? Lyon? I see. Let him in."

Upon hearing that it was Lyon who had come, Milenu seemed slightly flustered, but she quickly regained her composure and continued working on the documents on the table with her head down.

Vivi sighed inwardly as she looked at Milenu.

Honestly, are those ministers just sitting around doing nothing? They have to make the Queen handle such a trivial matter as Baron Bartofalt's military achievements—it's just some compensation, isn't it?

While inwardly grumbling, Vivi walked out of the office and told Leon that he could go in.

"Thank you very much."

Lyon thanked him, closed the door, and walked over.

When her gaze fell upon Milenu, who was intently working on her documents, she paused for a moment, then consciously walked to the sofa, sat down, picked up some open books, and began to read.

What's wrong with Lyon? Why isn't he coming?

Mylene glanced at Lyon furtively, and upon seeing his slightly childish yet resolute and earnest profile, she immediately lowered her head, her face flushed as she looked at the documents in front of her.

But his mind had already flown off somewhere the moment Lyon walked in, and his efficiency in processing documents was less than one-tenth of what it usually was.

On the sofa, Lyon smiled as he looked at the neat handwriting on the book in his hand.

"Milian's handwriting is as beautiful and gentle as she is."

!!!

How could Leon do this? His writing wasn't even that good, it was rather petty...

Her complexion became even rosier, and at this moment, Milenu's mind was no longer on the documents on the table. Her alluring eyes secretly began to scrutinize Lyon.

[Lyon... he's reading so intently. I remember it's about the history of the kingdom. Shouldn't this kind of book be pretty dry for young people like them?]

[A young man? Lyon is only 17 years old, isn't he...?]

Thinking of Lyon's age, Mylene's eyes immediately dimmed, filled with sorrow and regret.

Lyon is only seventeen this year, and I'm already... thirty-one...

Overwhelmed with sadness, Milen pouted and slumped onto the table, gazing out the window at the greenery.

Is an age gap of more than ten years really acceptable?

On the sofa, Leon was completely unaware of Milenu's inner thoughts, and was only focused on the highlighted points.

There's a saying in China: "If you want to understand your enemy, you must first understand its history and its culture."

The academy has virtually no knowledge of the history of the Kingdom of Holfald; the students mainly learn about it through storytelling.

"So the Kingdom of Holfate wasn't like this before? It really makes one marvel at its genius."

Looking at the policies highlighted in the book with neat handwriting, Lyon smiled, put the book down, and looked at Milenne.

"Shouldn't it be all done by now?"

"This is……"

Before her, Milenu slumped over the table, her eyes hesitantly gazing out the window, her profile revealing a hint of sorrow.