Congratulations, Your Majesty

"...No way, boss? Are you serious?"

Aleister was momentarily speechless.

Although she had been depressed for a while back then, she had already cried her heart out under Isabel's consolation.

In fact, from that moment onward, Aleister was no longer so fragile. Once she learned that someone cared about her, she actually no longer needed that person to truly care about her as much.

From that perspective, what Aleister cared about more was the present moment promised by Isabel.

That moment of shared empathy and acceptance had become a healing potion for her heart and mind.

She did not care whether that promise was fulfilled anymore... As long as Isabel had the intention, that was enough.

"Isabel is a woman of her word. Her will may be stronger than both of ours combined. She is absolutely not the sort of person who would break a promise."

Iver, however, replied, "Sister Freya said, 'The strong are not good at raising children.' The higher an extraordinary being's level, the lower the chances of them bearing a child. If I reach the Fifth Level, it will be very difficult for Isabel and me to leave behind a bloodline.

"Although she may not care about continuing the Du Lac bloodline. After all, on another worldline, she gave the right of succession to the throne to the Camelot Family as well. But precisely because of our interference, Isabel never carried out that cruel Self-Sacrifice... right? Raising someone else's child ultimately cannot compare to raising one's own. Besides, that would also mean that 'Aleister Du Lac' would never be born."

"...But you can't keep putting it off. You can explain the big things so clearly, so how did you start getting muddled over something like this?"

Aleister's feelings were complicated. "Even if you keep delaying, you