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Yusewood was exquisite and beautiful, her otherworldly face cold as frost, her sage-blue eyes hiding an anger she couldn't mask.

Faust was bewildered by the silver-gray-haired princess's inexplicable rage and rubbed his head.

"Royal sister... what is the meaning of this? Should you not be proud of my achievements?"

Yusewood lowered her eyes and spoke in a bone-chilling voice.

"What did you say before you left? That it was only to pursue true love, yet now... you have conquered the Midwinter Kingdom and brought it under your rule."

"Is this what you meant by pursuing true love? In the end... you still haven't let go of your lust for power and ambition."

The Qingxi princess's clear, cold eyes were full of sorrow, as if her brother had committed an absolutely intolerable act of shame.

This caused Faust to feel an inexplicable surge of guilt.

Although he had no idea what he had done wrong—wasn't conquering the Midwinter Kingdom a good thing?

Which of my royal sister's sore spots did I hit? Or is Yusewood just looking for an excuse to scold me?

Faust thought for a moment and explained.

"Royal sister, you misunderstand. The reason things turned out this way was purely due to the pressure of the situation. I had no intention of participating in the conflict; I only grasped my sword to protect the one I love."

Yusewood clearly didn't believe him.

"Pressure of the situation... If that is true, then why did I hear that you have become the co-ruler of Midwinter? Can simply pursuing love make a nation be handed over to you?"

"On what basis? Because you are handsome enough? Their royal family can't live without you, so they had to hand over the country with both hands?"

They really can! You don't understand the power of 【Great Thunder】!

Faust tried his best to stifle a laugh.

"These are the paid contents."

"Hahaha, Yuse, don't be too hard on your brother. I think Faust did quite well!"

Just as the prince was facing off with his sister, a boisterous and excited voice came from inside the palace, and Count Roselin was seen pushing the old king out.

The old king looked radiant; his aged face had gained a bit of a rosy hue, and he sized up his returning foster son with bright, piercing eyes, nodding repeatedly.

"Good! Good! Well done! We only heard two days ago that you became the co-ruler of Midwinter. Incredible, simply incredible. As expected of you, child."

Even the King of Qingxi, who had high expectations for this foster son "blessed by the fairies," never expected that the prince would go out for a few months of training and return with a title equivalent to a king.

He didn't doubt that Faust could lead the Qingxi Kingdom to greatness, but wasn't this a bit too fast?

That's not how the rise of a heroic king is supposed to go!

You should first travel through various kingdoms, performing heroic deeds and punishing evil, gradually accumulating fame, then subjugate various magical beasts and monstrous beasts, gather adventurers, and form a knight order.

Then, through repeated trials, you would interact with princes and nobles, increasing their favor. Finally, because of a sudden crisis, you would lead your team to rescue a friend or lover, thwarting the enemy's schemes amidst open and hidden dangers, or slaying the fiends that threaten the kingdom.

From then on, you would be invited into the inner circles, blessed by the Lady of the Lake or the fairies, and with such achievements and glory, you would either found your own kingdom or be recruited by a royal family to marry a princess and reach the pinnacle of life.

How did he manage to enter the inner circles and establish such legendary merits on his first trip abroad?

I don't accept this! My teeth are almost shattered from jealousy!

What? He's my son? Then it's fine.

The King of Qingxi's mood shifted roughly like that, his face beaming with a rare expression of kindness.

"Don't just stand there. We've prepared a banquet for you to welcome you home. Tell this old man in detail about your journey."

Faust glanced at Yusewood; the silver-gray-haired princess stopped speaking once the king appeared.

"Alright, let's talk while we eat."

The evening banquet in the palace was sumptuously prepared, with a long table set in the brilliantly lit banquet hall.

Softly baked bread, corn chowder, squab stuffed with spices, whole roasted lamb, steak drizzled with black pepper sauce... The dishes of the Qingxi court were not unusual; they were like the daily dinners of commoners. Neither Faust nor the old king pursued material luxury.

【Hmm... it feels average, Faust. Remember to sacrifice a lamb to me later, the whitest and plumpest one.】

Hearing Mephistopheles demand an offering so naturally, Faust smiled in his heart.

"Of course, but I have to finish on it first before I sacrifice it to you."

【If blaspheming a god is your only pleasure, then please, suit yourself.】

While Faust and Mephistopheles engaged in their usual abstract conversation, Viviana, Yusewood, the old king, Count Roselin, and other occult nobles of the Qingxi Kingdom took their seats.

Mystoria also appeared from out of nowhere and joined them. When the elf martial saint sat down at the long table, Faust clearly saw his foster father and Count Roselin straighten their backs, becoming as alert as elementary school students seeing their headmaster.

The elf lady wasn't polite at all, pulling the desserts on the table toward her. While stuffing her cheeks until they were bulging, she watched Faust with her golden pupils.

"Faust, how did you do it? I mean... defeating a grail knight."

Mystoria's question echoed the thoughts of everyone present.

Due to Midwinter's isolation and the corrections made by the wheel of destiny, even though Midwinter had been turned into a mess, the neighboring countries knew very little. By the time news reached the Qingxi Kingdom, they only knew of Faust's achievements.

Lifting the dragon's curse, defeating a grail knight... If it hadn't been confirmed repeatedly, it would be truly hard to believe Faust could accomplish this; it was practically ignoring the basic laws of the world.

Faust picked up a golden cup filled with mead and smiled.

"Since Teacher Mystoria asks, I wouldn't dare refuse. It's the perfect chance to let you know what kind of results the student you taught has achieved. I will never tarnish the name of a martial saint of the White Court!"

Then, at the banquet, Faust recounted his journey to Midwinter in detail.

Naturally, he had to add some flair and artistic embellishment, leaving out the embarrassing parts and omitting as much interaction with Snow White as possible.

Faust knew what his family was interested in, so he focused on his own valor, describing his battle with the grail knight as a series of narrow escapes and earth-shattering moments.

Despite the fact that he and the Great Titan had "combined for eighty-one points," putting the facts aside, just ask yourself—wasn't he strong?

In any case, the old king and Count Roselin were already gasping in surprise. Before becoming king, the old king was just a legendary adventurer and held considerable awe for the existence of a grail knight. It could be said that drinking the water of the holy grail was the ultimate wish of all adventurers.

But in the blink of an eye, his foster son was using a grail knight as a stepping stone. The intense contrast left the king with mixed feelings.

There was pride and joy, but also a sense of sighing and shame.

The old king and his close friend looked at each other, shaking their heads with a bitter smile.

"Sigh, it really is a world for the young now. I have to admit I'm old."

Gaining his foster father's approval was expected. Although it was a bit disrespectful to say, the old king was indeed quite a background character, one of those generic kings mass-produced in the script of fate.

Compared to his foster father, Faust was more looking forward to the reaction of the elf martial saint.

"Teacher Mi, how is it? Are you satisfied with my martial arts?"