I drunkenly took advantage of the New Top Scholar. The next day, I waved a hand and offered him compensation.
To my surprise, he turned around and grabbed a rope, intent on hanging himself. I hurriedly promised him gold, shops, and a grand mansion.
He let go of the rope only to try and bash his head against the wall. I held him tight, refusing to let go. “A rank three position in two years, and entry into the Grand Secretariat in three!”
He silently drew a blade. I was completely out of options. “Could it be… you want This Princess to take responsibility?”
He sheathed the knife, lowered his eyes, and whispered, “…That would suffice.”