The elf martial saint stopped her hamster-like eating habits halfway through the banquet and listened intently to Faust's narration.
When her apprentice directed a smug inquiry her way, Mystoria fell silent.
She had to admit that Faust's record was so extravagant it was almost exaggerated.
Defeating a grail knight wasn't difficult—Mystoria had no problem taking on two at once—but the key was that Faust was too young.
In the history of the White Court martial saints, had there ever been a record of someone at such a low rank defeating a renowned hero like a 【grail knight】?
Seeing the elf lady at a loss for words, Faust smiled.
"In that case, haven't I far surpassed the practitioners of the elflands?!"
Seeing a mere human prince getting so carried away, Mystoria instinctively retorted.
"I feel you pale in comparison to... Her Highness Irithea."
"Hmm?"
The elf lady stroked her long flaxen hair and spoke.
"Among the many practitioners of the White Court, seniors who defeat the strong while being weak like you are indeed rare, but Her Highness Irithea is an exception. At your age, she was already able to independently subjugate the fiends in the Great Forest Sea, winning over all the White Court martial saints. In the thousands of years of the Zhexuan Kingdom's history, no one has ever possessed such sweeping talent."
"And those are but her minor achievements. The pilgrimage Her Highness undertook unified the previously divided royal courts under a single banner!"
Mystoria's golden pupils sparkled, revealing unabashed admiration.
"Ah... Her Highness Irithea, she is the Pearl of Zhexuan, the eternal Dawn Maiden. If not for... if not for the Day of Prophecy, Her Highness should have become the Morning Star of Zhexuan..."
As the elf lady reached the end, her golden pupils suddenly dimmed, and her tone grew heavy until she fell silent.
Irithea... Is she the elf princess of the Zhexuan Kingdom?
It was the first time Faust had heard the name. After all, the degree of isolation in the elflands was far greater than that of the Midwinter Kingdom.
If he had hesitated upon hearing it for the first time, by now, Faust was almost certain that the elf princess was also a 【witch】. As for the specific blueprint, it was likely 《Sleeping Beauty》.
Interesting. A sleeping elf princess?
No wonder Mystoria had asked him what true love was before; she intended to use true love's kiss to awaken her highness.
【Faust, you aren't planning to set your sights on the Zhexuan Kingdom next, are you?】
As if sensing Faust's thoughts, Mephistopheles spoke up.
"Why not?"
Faust replied to his contract fairy, "I think that Dawn Maiden should also be a 【witch】, and I happen to have a taste for 【witches】. My most urgent goal now is to collect 【witches】; everything else must take a back seat."
A certain 【witches' feast】 was waiting for him to attend. What reason was there to shrink back?
"Moreover, didn't you take over my fate in advance? If we don't complete it, won't we just drop dead?"
【It is precisely for that reason that you need to be solemn. The disaster that occurred in the Zhexuan Kingdom is not something you can handle at present. Even if you are at the witches' feast, you might not die, but how can you ensure a perfect conclusion?】
Is it that high-difficulty?
Faust was surprised. This was the first time Mephistopheles had explicitly suggested he avoid something.
Since the fairy had said so, Faust had no choice but to follow the advice and temporarily suppress his impulse.
The others at the banquet also tactfully refrained from continuing the topic, instead asking Faust:
"And then? You established such merits, which is why you were made a co-ruler? The Midwinter people are quite generous; the royal family is willing to share power with you."
Faust waved his hand. "Oh, that. It has nothing to do with what merits I established. The reason I could become a co-ruler still lies in the marriage contract."
The old king laughed and leaned back. "Child, your proposal was successful? Indeed, what princess could refuse my handsome boy?"
"However, simply entering a marriage contract with a princess of Midwinter shouldn't be enough to become a co-ruler, right? Did the Queen of Midwinter have no objections?"
"About that, it's actually not just the princess..."
Faust cleared his throat and said softly, "The ones I am in love with are the entire Midwinter royal family, including the princess and... the Queen."
As his voice fell, everyone at the banquet fell silent.
Viviana, as one of the parties involved, was the calmest, simply continuing to serve food onto the prince's plate.
The old king sat dumbfounded, unable to process this information.
Yusewood's gaze grew colder, her sage-blue eyes glaring fiercely at Faust.
"Disgusting..."
The silver-gray-haired princess actually stood up and left the table, as if breathing the same air as Faust would defile her.
"..."
"Good lord, you slept with all of them?"
Count Roselin was the first to break the eerie atmosphere. He slapped his thigh hard, then stroked his lion-like golden beard and smiled at the king.
"I told you Faust was the man for the job! Look at that. He said he was going to marry a princess, and he ended up taking the Queen too. He's really making us Qingxi people proud!"
The old king took a moment to calm his heart, looking at his foster son with a complex gaze.
"Faust, it seems I'll have to call you His Majesty the King of Midwinter from now on?"
"Father, you are mistaken!"
Faust righteously refused, reiterating his theory of "being a Midwinter person in Midwinter and a Qingxi person in Qingxi" to his friends and family.
As for the effect, his father didn't have much of an objection. He simply stroked his beard and asked:
"So, you'll be running off to Midwinter frequently from now on?"
Faust nodded. "That's the plan. I intend to handle matters over there first. I came back this time to bring some trusted troops from our country."
"By the way, I also need to set up a teleportation circle so that traveling back and forth will be much more convenient. I'll need my royal sister's help with..."
The prince noticed that Yusewood had already left and was suddenly stuck between laughter and tears.
"This matter is quite urgent..."
The old king waved his hand. "Yuse is just being difficult with you. She's probably jealous... Go talk to her later."
Since the banquet was coming to an end anyway, Faust took his leave first and headed to the Qingxi princess's room.
Arriving outside the princess's bedroom, Faust found the door slightly ajar. He stepped forward and knocked.
"Royal sister, are you there?"
"..."
There was no response, so Faust cautiously entered the room. His royal sister was indeed not inside.
The Prince of Qingxi planned to wait for a moment and sat down at the desk. Then, he naturally discovered a notebook placed before him.
The elegant handwriting was instantly recognizable as Yusewood's.
The prince thought it was some kind of spell notes, but the dense text was not the mathematical spell models he expected.
"Hmm? Is this... a story? A story written by my royal sister?"
Faust curiously flipped through the notebook:
【Once there was a wicked and arrogant prince, whose only ambition was to conquer all the countries in the world and strike fear into everyone at the mention of his name. He set out with fire, sword, and thunder.】
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