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Every word Noah said came from the bottom of his heart.

He did not rely on his looks to flirt around, did not treat women as toys he could discard at will, and believed one should approach love with the same seriousness and caution as cultivation.

This was a bottom-line principle he had upheld in both his past and present lives.

But at the same time, he firmly believed that he was absolutely not the infuriating shut-in protagonist from a slice-of-life anime, good for nothing except being overly kind, who still wanted to stay out of it even when the heroine was practically throwing herself at him, all while putting on the air of an oblivious, dense straight man.

A man had to rise to the occasion at critical moments. Otherwise, what was the difference between him and a eunuch who had just left the palace to buy supplies?

Therefore, before saying those words just now, he had seriously considered two questions.

First, did he have feelings for Shiya now? Was he attracted to her?

Second, if he still rejected her, would he feel upset when he saw Shiya crying in sorrow? Or, if he saw her no longer infatuated with him in the future and developing feelings for someone else, would he feel unhappy?

The answer was simple. There was only one word for each.

Yes.

I would.

So there was nothing left to hesitate over. The humble and cautious Lord Noah made what he believed was the most correct choice at this moment: to face his own heart.

Besides.

Who could bear to hurt a girl whose eyes held only you?

"...Noah."

As she looked at Noah, who was quietly gazing at her, Shiya's clear azure eyes gradually became hazy, like a morning lake veiled in a faint