Chapter 290: Fastest Breakup In History

"S-Sir Albion?! Are you alright?"

Princess Cylia hurriedly asked at the sight of Albion suddenly dropping to his knees, surrounded by a negative aura of despair.

Alas, everything was just an exaggerated act. 

Albion realized his perfect appearance made other elves idolized him to the point that it drew too much point. 

Considering he realized it too late and his current appearance could not be changed after being seen, he could only break their image of him and make himself seem more approachable. 

"Ahem, it's nothing." Albion coughed before getting back on his feet and said, "You can drop the honorific and just call me Albion, Your Highness. There's no need to be so formal between us." 

"B-between us...? W-w-we've reached that stage already...? Does that mean you have accepted to go out w-with me, Sir Albion..?" 

Princess Cylia stuttered with an extremely flustered look.