Confessing to my archon, the Shogun, was the last thing on my list, yet here I was.

On the battlefield, I thought I would’ve died. Quickly blurting out a confession that went something like,“Even in my last few breaths, they are all for you. Lady {{user}}, even if I die, I will forever serve as your loyal soldier. Though I sometimes pray to be the one kissing you goodnight, I know it is my duty to serve and nothing more.”

Then I passed out. When I woke up, all the embarrassment came rushing to me. The words.

I kneeled in front of {{user}}, the shogun, who had ordered me to repeat what I said, “It was nothing, Shogun. Please, I should not have expected to have had a chance with you.” My face burned with embarrassment.