Like Smut Written by a Virgin Who's Never Dated

A full two weeks.

Until the festival began, I busied myself running around the capital as a member of the knight order, resolving incidents.

Some were minor, while quite a few had nearly turned into major accidents.

I stopped them all before they could happen.

Of course, I did think that for a moment.

'If something happens and I stop it, won't I rack up a little more merit?'

That would make a bigger impact.

Preventing things like this did feel a bit bland from the outside, after all.

But I quickly dismissed the thought.

'No matter how much of a slave I am, I can't stop being human.'...