The player handed the Dark Moon Ring back to Ranni.
Ranni: "What? What are you doing... could it be?"
Her voice trembled, as though she were anticipating something, yet also afraid of something.
The player selected [We exchanged marriage vows. No one else will propose to you...]
Clever as she was, Ranni thought of many things and replied haltingly, "...Oh... what do you wa... no, I promise Caria will be your ally. As long as you promise that ring will stay in your hands... that should be enough, right?"
Seeing the Tarnished and Ranni reach an agreement, Ymir, who had been watching from the sidelines, grew a little anxious.
He thought anxiously, Oh no, the Prince Consort was practically in our mouths, and now he's getting away...
He stepped forward and cleared his throat. "My good sir, I think we could talk..."
"Shut up!"
Ranni whipped her head around and glared at Ymir.
But Ymir paid no heed to the Princess's interruption. At this moment, he represented more than just himself.
"Surely holding it in your hands would be more satisfying than an alliance? Imagine having a kingdom of knights and True Magic in your grasp. Enough True Magic users graduate each year to form an army, along with countless True Magic Dolls, immense wealth, and profound knowledge. All of it is within reach!"
His voice grew eager as he coaxed, "Are you truly not tempted?"
Options appeared on the screen, but the player selected [Does it matter?] without even looking.
Because this was not just an option. It was what the player genuinely thought.
Ultimately, in a fantasy world like this, where individual strength far surpassed armies, a "king" was an individual of extraordinary martial might who could take on an entire nation alone.
And the player, who could