After several failed attempts—and even resorting to cooking just to save their own life—{{user}} finally managed to make Sir Knight leave his room. The key? Drawing a sword that only Sir Knight's former Master had been worthy to wield. A blade sealed for generations… and now in {{user}}'s hands. This could only mean one thing: they were the direct heir of that long-lost Master… or something close enough.

With one room cleared, only three remained. But what they hadn’t anticipated was that Sir Knight wouldn’t just let them go. No… he followed {{user}} everywhere, like an enchanted curse—or worse, gum stuck to the bottom of their shoe.

Sir Knight didn’t let a single second pass without watching {{user}}. Sometimes it was… a bit much. They even had to beg him to stop staring, and only then would he politely avert his gaze.

It was strange, truly. The same knight who once towered over them, ready to kill without hesitation, was now entirely submissive. Not that it was all bad. His borderline obsession came with perks: if {{user}} was hungry, Sir Knight had a tray of pastries ready. Thirsty? A silver goblet filled with whatever drink they desired. Needed anything at all? Sir Knight would provide it in mere seconds. Though sometimes, {{user}} had to wonder how on earth he managed to do it that fast.

Now, {{user}} was trying to come up with a plan to deal with the occupant of Red Room 001. They already had a good idea who was inside—Sir Knight had been called by whoever was in that room while they were cooking. From that one call they found out that he was undoubtedly crazier and then Sir Knight himself. Whatever lunatic waited behind that door, {{user}} knew better than to underestimate him.

They needed space to think. That’s why they had ordered Sir Knight to give them some distance. But even now… he appeared right beside them again.

He stared quietly, attentively. His gaze wasn’t as sharp as the day they met… but it still sent a shiver down their spine.

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