Even as I left, the system notification of Klaus’s dropping affection continued until, fortunately, it stopped just before reaching 500.
‘At this rate, I might really get hit by Klaus.’
Remembering Piya’s explanation about experiencing violent hatred when the affection falls below 500, I felt a chill.
‘Is there no other way but to subdue Klaus by force?’
Once I was sure I was far away from Klaus, I let out a deep sigh.
‘But Klaus is of a higher level than me. He’s unlikely to accept a duel…’
I pondered over a solution when suddenly…
‘Huh?’
I noticed a familiar name on the minimap.
‘Why is this person here?’
Meanwhile, Klaus was left deeply troubled.
‘Asked to become a knight…’
He mulled over Louibel’s sudden confession, walking aimlessly.
Louibel’s prior knowledge about him and this unexpected encounter in such a public place seemed suspicious.
Moreover, the idea of a knight’s vow…
‘Wait. Between lovers?’
Could it be that Louibel…
‘Likes me?’
Thump!
At that thought, his heart sank, and his affection on the status bar above his head dropped further.
‘But what about Prince Anselot…’
Klaus remembered the image of Louibel holding hands with Anselot, walking away. She was so tender and comfortable with Anselot, unlike how she was with him.
‘So, she’s romancing the prince while wanting to keep me by her side?’
The moment he entertained such impure thoughts, Klaus’s face twisted slightly.
‘That’s just… too wrong.’
A wave of discomfort surged through him.
Klaus attributed all these inexplicable feelings to Louibel’s inappropriate actions.
After all, there was no other way to understand it.
I returned to the carriage I had left standing.
Piya immediately poofed into a bird and flew to me.
Inside the carriage, Anselot glanced at me.
“Didn’t go well, I see.”
“The expensive ring I bought must’ve been defective.”
I turned to Piya, who was quietly sitting on my shoulder, and asked, “The system was supposed to increase the success rate of confessions, but the confession failed, and the affection level dropped too. Isn’t there a problem with the system?”
Piya indignantly chirped, “A problem? The system is perfect!”
“So why did it turn out like this?” I pressed.
After a moment’s hesitation, Piya raised her voice and exclaimed, “Because the initial success probability was only 0.03%!”
“What? That low?”
I was stunned. Five times 0.03% is only 0.15%… It would have been a miracle to succeed.
“You should have told me that earlier!”
Piya replied, “Piya wanted to, but directly intervening in main quests is against the rules.”
It seemed there were some restrictions, like not being able to disclose that Klaus was the quest’s target.
Piya then added, “But Piya can still offer advice!”
“Really?”
Piya suggested, “Since that guy is too attracted to you, Lady Louibel, becoming less attractive might make it easier to increase his affection.”
“What?”
Piya proposed, “Maybe if you take that balding potion you lent to that man…!”
“No! Absolutely not!” I vehemently refused.
“How could you suggest such a bird-brained idea!”
Piya protested, “But it was a thoughtful suggestion from Piya!”
“If you suggest that again, I’ll make you take the potion first!”
Piya covered her lovely green feathers with her wings, clicking her beak in dismay.
Anselot, who had been watching our squabble, casually stroked his chin and said, “There is actually a simple way to win over Klaus Winter.”
“The simplest way?”
Anselot replied, “I’m thinking about it. I know we need to win over Klaus Winter, but I dislike the idea of him being near you.”
“Why do you dislike Klaus so much?”
I couldn’t understand why he hated Klaus, who hadn’t been hit by a negative affection bomb like me.
“Is there a reason to dislike someone?”
I asked, tilting my head, but Anselot just nonchalantly responded.
“If you have a good idea, let me know. At this rate, I won’t be able to start the scenario, let alone defeat the dragon.”
Anselot pondered, then said, “If you insist, Lady Louibel…”
After some thought, he finally spoke, “Power.”
Anselot smirked, “Power has always been the greatest force since ancient times.”
Male lead reborn without memories — but he still falls for her.
The person he finds displeasing in this life turns out to be his cherished wife-master in previous life…
Xie Zhi and Fang Xianxing who had known each other for less than three days through a blind date sat in the same car in front of the civil affairs bureau. They had a disagreement and failed to get married.
Xie Zhi immediately took out his phone, slid through his contacts, and randomly selected the next marriage candidate.
The woman snatched his phone and hung up. Looking at his phone wallpaper, she awkwardly changed the subject: “An ancient painting, eh? It looks pretty good, it’s just that the person in the painting looks a bit like me.”
When he heard this, he sarcastically mocked her for being so delusional, completely unaware that, the person in front of him was the reincarnation of Wen Ru, the famous prime minister of Yuan Shun whom he most admired…
The female CEO who doesn’t want to get married with a divorce agreement in hand × The male archaeological researcher who will only get married if he’s sure he can get divorced
