Faust's image had always been the perfect embodiment of a Prince Charming. If anyone could rival the Prince in terms of pure aesthetics, no one had yet matched him in terms of masculine charm—and perhaps no one ever would.
After all, not everyone had a fairy to provide them with a cheat. By equipping the 【great thunder mark (incomplete)】, he had already become the most masculine of men.
In truth, even Faust himself was unaware that his entire body was now unconsciously emitting an intoxicatingly rich aroma of pheromones.
He didn't even need to lift a finger; if someone was weak enough, just a whiff of his scent would be enough to send them over the edge.
I doubt even an eroge would dare use such a bold setting!
Previously, Faust had privately complained that witches like Viviana and Selena were far too repressed, as every intimate and warm moment between lovers would inevitably turn into a romp in the sheets. What kind of witches are you? You're ruining me, I swear.
But he couldn't really blame the girls. Faust was an existence that invited sin, and he had to take half the blame himself.
At this moment, Stella was completely captivated by the Prince. The female Hunter licked her lips, her gaze so burning it felt as if it could scorch his skin.
"This man... who is this man?! My champion, you have been feasting far too well. I wondered why you suddenly vanished last night; it turns out you found the ultimate trophy!"
The kin of the wolf slammed her hands on the table, staring at the white-haired wolf-eared girl with heavy breath.
"You fled during the mass hunt last night and contributed nothing to the pack. What right do you have to be the first to pick the spoils and monopolize such handsome, star-tier slave material!"
Wait, wait, wait. Star-tier slave material? What the hell are you saying?
Faust suspected he had misheard, but when he looked at the other hunters and saw the beast-eared girls staring at him as if they wanted to devour him whole, he knew he hadn't.
No one seemed surprised; it was as if this were perfectly natural.
Hiss—this kingdom of yours is something else. It feels like the collapse of etiquette and morals, with beasts preying on the people.
One had to understand that in this fairy tale world, most nations like the Qingxi Kingdom and the Midwinter Kingdom had already abolished the formal slave trade. Even the servants of nobles were mostly in a contractual employment relationship.
"Viewing the subjects of the kingdom as private property and slaves, and possessing and demanding from them without concealment."
Alkin crossed her arms, leaning back against the chaise longue as she gave a contemptuous smile.
"I am curious how you can carry out such acts so shamelessly."
"Shameless?"
Stella laughed and shrugged.
"We protect the subjects of the kingdom and enjoy the tribute we deserve. What is wrong with that?"
"Guided by the Moon Deity, our pack emerged from the wilderness into this kingdom and has already deciphered how to construct human civilization."
"What is called civilization is essentially the establishment of a hierarchical order for the sake of sustainable exploitation. Therefore, as the only organization capable of protecting the kingdom during the night of the hunt, and as the Fenrir family who holds supreme violence, it is only natural that we rule over the kingdom's subjects."
Damn, you guys actually learned the real thing!
Hearing Stella's blunt and somewhat twisted speech, Faust almost nodded and said, That's actually true.
But as soon as the thought arose, he shook it from his mind.
Hell no! I am a warrior of love and beauty. I am diametrically opposed to this kind of non-positive, crooked ideology!
"These are the rules established by Grandmother. If you are dissatisfied, you can go confront Grandmother yourself."
At the mention of "Grandmother," Alkin lightly stroked her snow-white, pretty chin and said softly, "Even if it's Grandmother, she isn't necessarily right. The construction of civilization should not be like this. The civilization in my heart... shouldn't be like this."
Hearing such rebellious words, Stella clicked her tongue.
"You really are a lone wolf... so recalcitrant. The place for you should be the wilderness."
"Perhaps. If I truly cannot tolerate the pack, I will consider the wilderness."
The Hunter girl curled her lips into a slight smile.
"Also, take your hands off. Even according to your crooked logic, you have no right to touch him. Faust is not from the Fog Moon Kingdom; he is a foreigner."
"A foreigner?"
Stella froze. She sized Faust up and shook her head with regret, grabbing her own trembling arm.
"To think he's a foreigner..."
Though she was shaking with excitement and wanted to pounce on Faust and kiss him wildly, the female Hunter had to suppress her impulses.
It seemed that rules were more important than instinct here.
She took a deep breath, looked at Faust, licked her lips, and said, "Foreigners come to the Fog Moon Kingdom for nothing more than the divine gifts of the deity. Only by performing meritorious deeds during the night of the hunt can one receive a reward. And as for who in the entire Fog Moon Kingdom is most capable of seizing glory and blessings, it is none other than the Fenrir family!"
Stella extended an olive branch to Faust. "Come, join our family. The sisters will be very satis—I mean, the family will not refuse to help a foreigner receive the gifts of the Great Moon."
It's too late to fake it now! Looking at you lot, I'm afraid I'd be eaten alive.
Well... although that's unlikely to happen to a prince like me.
Faust calmly finished the last of his coffee and said, "Who said I came here to seek blessings?"
"Hmm?"
Now, not only Stella and the others, but even the white-haired beast-eared girl widened her lake-blue eyes, deeply surprised by Faust's answer.
During the century that the Fog Moon Kingdom had been locked down, foreigners appeared from time to time, and without exception, they were all seeking fortuitous encounters. The greatest miracle of this kingdom was the night of the hunt under the blood moon.
Faust gave a slight smile and said, "I do indeed travel for adventure, but it is not to seek power—at least, not entirely. It is to pursue... beautiful encounters."
The Prince counted on his fingers as he spoke words that were considered absolute "political correctness" in the fairy tale world.
"Power? Wealth? Glory? None of those things matter. Only sincere love is worth looking forward to. Aside from beautiful and lovely girls, nothing can move my heart, nor does anything have the right to drive me to act."
Faust looked directly at Alkin as he said this. Under the Prince's gaze, the white-haired girl's wolf ears twitched.
She didn't know if this counted as some kind of hint from the man, but her heart felt as if it were being tickled by a honey-dipped feather.
It was very pleasant.
The electric eye contact between the two made Stella shudder.
"You aren't going to perform some 'love and romance' nonsense in front of us, are you? How utterly absurd!"
"Love? It's nothing more than an excuse used to sugarcoat impulses and desires. When you meet someone you're attracted to, what else is there to say besides breeding?"
The female Hunter pointed at Alkin and sneered, "Even this lone wolf is probably thinking about how to make you her own! Cut the damn act!"
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