The third time was the same, as was the fourth, the fifth, and indeed every subsequent time.
At first, I was able to use my own power, my status, and my father's tacit approval to resolve these issues... but soon, I discovered that these matters were endless, that the entire world was like this, filled with hardship, pain, and suffering.
I could solve it once, but I couldn't solve it every time. The Empire is not my toy. Power does not belong to me, the Prince, but to my father; I have no way to eradicate these issues.
I truly cannot bear to see people suffer. I do not genuinely sympathize or pity those ordinary folks... I don't even know them.
To be honest. A despicable remark.
It's just because I've lived too happily, so when I see something unpleasant, I feel uncomfortable and want to quickly make those unpleasant things disappear, so that I can be happy again.
It's like seeing a stain on a supposedly pure white wall and wanting to paint over it as soon as possible.
