Carissa's righteous declaration felt so familiar that the corner of Roland's mouth twitched, leaving him momentarily speechless.
But to everyone else, the significance of such self-sacrifice was entirely different.
Generally, when someone found a pretext to insert themselves into an ongoing conflict, their publicly stated reason was often an unreasonable demand deliberately made to prevent others from refusing their interference, rather than their true objective.
Just as Roland had said he wanted answers regarding Villian's sudden loss of her princess status, yet no one present truly believed that was his goal.
That was why Carissa's decision to take the opening he offered and replace the intended marriage partner herself, blocking Roland from using this excuse to influence Britain, seemed so decisive and noble.
"Your Highness, Carissa..."
Knight Leader's expression grew increasingly solemn, and even his body began to flicker faintly with a light that resonated with Curtana First in Carissa's hand.
Queen Elizard was likewise moved, but rather than relief, what she felt was mostly bewilderment.
Apart from a little genuine surprise, Roland showed no sign of disappointment.
"Becoming Britain's prince consort?" Roland stroked his chin and chuckled.
Carissa's loyalty to her country reaching such heights had indeed exceeded his expectations. It seemed he had been unfair to simply fit her into the mold of Saber from the Fourth Holy Grail War.
"Well, it's a departure from the original plan, but it makes no real difference. So Britain is willing to continue recognizing the old alliance and my status?"
"Hmm?"
Carissa knitted her delicate brows, but nodded nonetheless.
"Excellent. In that case, pursuing this any further would make me seem petty. Hand over the token of our engagement, and I'll leave immediately without interrupting your loving mother-daughter relationship."
Upon hearing Roland promise to leave, Carissa breathed a sigh of relief,