In the castle of the Midwinter royal capital, Selena and Viviana were busy fighting a fierce battle against the grail knights, but Faust, currently resting his head on Lola’s lap, had far more on his mind.
To ensure Lola felt happy, Faust followed the Queen’s every whim.
This mature, cold, and enchanting older sister in her one-piece black tights yearned for human connection; she deeply desired to grow closer to Selena.
However, after their childhood ended, the two Midwinter princesses had been forced to grow distant under the influence of their curse.
Now, the prince had become the perfect surrogate. In terms of allure, this man—exuding an indescribable, tempting charm—was even more captivating than Selena.
Thus, Faust was living the high life. During his stay at the castle, Lola would personally feed him every bite of his meals, fruit, and snacks.
At night, she would hold him while singing a lullaby, and during the day, they would sit hand-in-hand on the balcony, discussing their lives, poetry, music, art, and even history.
By evening, they could enjoy the sunset view of the River Valley.
According to Lola, these were all interactions she had once shared with Selena as a child; being able to relive them now was incredibly nostalgic.
Good lord, Selena lived like a queen! No wonder she usually acts like a tsundere with a mother complex. If it were me, I’d find it hard not to fall for this too.
It’s understandable—completely understandable.
In short, Faust didn't have to do or worry about anything. He could simply act spoiled in Lola's embrace with a clear conscience.
It wasn't that Faust wanted to act spoiled; he had simply judged that this would satisfy Lola the most. All his actions now were for the sake of her happiness, part of his grand plan for fate-defying blasphemy and world domination!
He absolutely wasn't doing this because he wanted to!
For instance, right now, on the bed in the Queen’s private chambers, Faust lay across the lush, rounded thighs of the long-straight black-haired beauty, letting the noble, elegant, and chillingly beautiful Lola soothe him.
Hm? You’re asking how she was soothing him?
One could only say that the maternal instinct was a treat to be savored; he was making the most of every moment. We won't go into further detail.
After all, Faust wasn't an actual baby. Not only was he far from innocent, but he was also a male incubus with a fatal attraction to any 【witch】, a walking personification of hormones.
Whether intentional or not, spending every moment together made it difficult not to fall into a suggestive, ambiguous atmosphere.
The roleplaying game they were currently engaged in added a layer of transgressive taboo to their interactions.
Faust found it hard to say, but Queen Lola was clearly addicted to it, unable to pull herself away.
The tall, voluptuous Queen of Midwinter, her beautiful face partially hidden by a crowned veil and flushed with a rosy hue, looked down at the greedy prince and whispered softly,
"Faust, Faust... does it feel good? Is this amount of pressure alright?"
"Hsss—"
Faust took a sharp breath but didn't answer. Instead, he let out a few soft grunts, responding to Lola’s question with even more intimate movements.
Even the fairy couldn't stand to watch this state of self-indulgent depravity anymore.
【Faust-baby, in your current state, you are truly perfectly suited for kindergarten. You love eating, sleeping, and playing; you love being held by a beautiful big sister; you even cry out for 'Mama' when you're excited, and you can actually understand human speech.】
Faust ignored Mephisto's sarcasm and shot back internally,
"What do you know? Even the wheel of destiny knows exactly what kind of parents I want!"
【To have absolutely no sense of shame as a son of man... I should have expected nothing less from you.】
It was hard to tell if Mephisto’s remark was born of genuine admiration.
Lola’s maternal healing session lasted for a long time before finally concluding, leaving the entire room filled with an intoxicating floral scent.
As her majesty gently wiped herself with a tissue, she looked at Faust with a gaze so tender it could melt steel.
"This is truly... such a heavy devotion. Faust, your devotion to me has manifested into physical proof."
The black-haired beauty lowered her head toward the Prince of Qingxi, her voice trembling with sincerity.
"Thank you. I am truly grateful..."
"It has been a very, very long time since I felt such happiness. Even if I were to die in the next moment, I would have no regrets."
Wait, why is she still on about that martyrdom complex? I’ve been calling her 'Mama' for days! Was it all for nothing?
"Don't say things like having no regrets!"
Seeing this, Faust turned serious. He knelt on the bed and gripped Lola’s shoulders.
"I told you, I came here to ensure 【Snow White】's happiness. That means making both you and Selena happy. Everything else is secondary."
In the 【witches' feast】, the only one whose safety was guaranteed was Selena, the 【Snow White】. As for the 'Queen'? She was optional—in the original 'script', the 'Queen' was even meant to be sacrificed.
Naturally, Faust wouldn't allow that to happen. He repeatedly emphasized that Lola was also 【Snow White】, though he wasn't sure if he could fool the wheel of destiny.
According to his deductions, Lola wasn't impossible to save, but as a 'bonus objective,' the Queen of Midwinter’s survival wasn't within the guaranteed scope of the 【witches' feast】. It would depend on Faust’s own efforts.
Even if the great hand of fate had decreed an ending, Faust wanted to leave as much of his own mark on the process as possible.
He locked eyes with Lola’s silver-gray pupils.
"Do you really think, after all the time we've spent together, that I’m some cold, heartless person who can just stand by and watch you play out some self-sacrificial drama?"
"It’s not happening. Let me tell you this, Lola—I don't care how poorly your brain is functioning! I won't allow you to die! I won't allow the woman I like to die, do you hear me?!"
The prince's domineering and unreasonable declaration made the Queen shrink back slightly. Though she was a high warlock who could easily control him with a wave of her hand, all the strength seemed to drain from her body under the gaze of those reddish-brown eyes, which burned like those of an angry lion.
After a long silence, Lola finally nodded.
"I understand... Faust."
Only after his outburst did Faust realize how bold his words had been. He quickly added,
"Sorry, I might have been a bit harsh. But that's what I meant. Think about it yourself. I’m going out to the balcony to get some air."
After the prince left, Lola finally removed her veil. Her stunningly beautiful and cold face was flushed deep red as she clutched her heart, which felt like it was about to leap out of her chest.
"That boy... how can he be so handsome..."
The black-haired beauty patted her cheeks, unable to cool the heat. She then hugged a pillow and rolled back and forth on the bed, letting out a light giggle that was completely uncharacteristic of her usual image.
Finally, she even summoned the magic mirror.
Lola swallowed hard and asked,
"Mirror, mirror, tell me, who is the fairest in all the land?"
This time, the obsidian-rimmed floor mirror didn't output garbled code. After a long silence, it spoke in a low, haunting voice.
"It is you... my respected Queen. It is you, who has received the prince's devotion. You are the fairest in all the land!"
Hm? This unexpected answer made Lola’s eyes light up. But before she could rejoice, the magic mirror let out a piercing, shrill scream.
"But you shouldn't be the fairest... You... you shouldn't!"
The mirror's voice distorted into the roar of a demonic dragon.
"How dare you find happiness!!"
CRASH—
The magic mirror suddenly exploded, turning into a streak of light that burst through the castle and shot straight into the heavens.
Immediately following that, an incredibly intense, vast, and profound 'presence' descended.
Everyone in the Midwinter royal capital realized it in an instant. Everything else paled in comparison; even the material world they perceived felt like nothing more than a fragile, illusory bubble.
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