However, no matter how indignant Faust was, he was powerless. The situation was even reversed; he was controlled by the master of the story world.
For now, he couldn't so crudely break character, so he had no choice but to endure.
The prince's mind raced, considering the appropriate reaction for this moment. Should he deny it in a panic? Tacitly accept it with shyness? Or…
He looked up, his face perfectly mixing confusion and vexation, his clear red-brown eyes trying to meet Yusewood’s gaze:
“I… I don’t know either. I just feel like, royal sister, you seem more…”
He seemed unable to find the right words, his cheeks flushing crimson, finally mumbling softly and indistinctly:
“…more beautiful.”
After speaking, he immediately buried his head even lower, perfectly portraying a teenager overwhelmed by puberty.
“…………”
The dining table was silent for a few seconds.
Faust could feel that cool gaze still lingering on him, carrying a warm sensation.
Then, he heard an extremely faint exhalation, almost like an illusion? Like a sigh, or some kind of… contented hum?
“Is that so?”
Yusewood’s voice finally sounded again, still steady, but Faust inexplicably felt that the silver-haired girl was emitting a subtle chuckle.
“Thank you for the compliment, but you are also very handsome, Faust.”
“In the future, when you grow up, this face will captivate countless people.”
The silver-haired girl gently stroked the boy’s cheek in her arms and said:
“It is the face of a general for whom people would willingly die, the countenance of a mentor whom sages would vie to visit, and the visage of a monarch destined for widespread adoration.”
The girl’s sage-blue eyes misted over, obscuring their clear gaze:
“But for now, you only need to be adorable. Preferably, never grow up.”
As Yusewood’s words fell, a heavy sensation, making Faust afraid to breathe, washed over him.
A few breaths later, this heavy feeling dissipated, and the silver-haired princess let out a light laugh:
“What a pity, how could there be a child who never grows up? Even if I did have the ability, I wouldn’t do that. You must grow up healthy and happy.”
Yusewood tidied the boy’s soft hair, her voice pausing, as if finally realizing she held a pubescent boy in her arms.
It was impossible not to realize, because the Supreme Bone was already incredibly rebellious.
Since Faust in the “story” had lost all his power, he truly lacked the ability to elbow the Supreme Bone into submission.
The silver-haired princess first let out a small gasp, her sage-blue eyes scrutinizing the outline that didn't match a boy’s physique.
“You’ve matured physically before truly becoming a towering man.”
“Don’t be shy, this is normal. Does it feel uncomfortable? I’ll help you.”
Yusewood released her embrace of the boy, her hands moving downwards.
“Hiss—”
Faust gasped, the young and delicate boy trembling slightly.
Yusewood bit the tip of the boy’s ear, playfully teasing it while whispering softly:
“My dear Faust, do you know? What you just said, that’s sweet talk, complimenting a girl’s beauty and such. This kind of thing… you are not allowed to say to anyone else in the future, only to me. Otherwise, you’ll become an utter scoundrel.”
“Do you hear me? If you fall and become a man full of vulgarity and filth, royal sister will be very sad. At that time, I will certainly no longer hold you like this, nor caress you gently.”
“You are my heaven-sent gift, a present that can ignite the fire of my life in this boring existence. So, don’t leave.”
If Faust were truly an immature little boy, treated this way by a stunningly beautiful, noble, aloof, yet gentle older sister, he would probably have been utterly enchanted and become a plaything in her hands long ago.
Royal sister, to be this outrageous, you’re quite something yourself.
Although this was merely the story’s setup, Faust had good reason to suspect that these were Yusewood’s true inner thoughts.
The prince vaguely remembered that his relationship with Yusewood was quite good when he was young, but it seemed that after Faust let loose and decided to enrich his path of the sovereign monarch with… certain experiences, the silver-haired princess’s attitude gradually worsened.
Faust had initially thought this was a normal adult sense of distance, until he talked to Yusewood and confided in her last time, and the Qingxi prince realized he wasn’t actually disliked.
And now, Faust could make a professional judgment: his royal sister Yusewood, with her cool and noble exterior, was in fact an inner pervert, a hopelessly doting brother complex!
Talk about a gap-moe personality.
“Look at me, how clumsy, making a mess everywhere and wasting so much time. Let’s stop here for the morning.”
The silver-haired girl licked her slender fingers clean, resuming her otherworldly fairy-like demeanor:
“Come to my room this afternoon; I still have spells to teach you.”
Faust then realized he also had the identity of a “disciple,” and Yusewood would impart knowledge of the warlock path to him.
So, breakfast ended in a subtle and enchanting atmosphere.
In the afternoon, Yusewood’s study.
Sunlight filtered through the wooden window, cutting intricate patterns of light and shadow across the desk covered with thick parchment.
The air was filled with the peculiar aroma of aged books, ink, and some crisp plant.
On the wooden shelves against the wall, various precise crystal instruments, subtly glowing mineral specimens, and bound, heavy tomes were neatly arranged.
And on the rooftop terrace, there was a small star-gazing platform.
Rather than a study, this place was more like a miniature warlock’s workshop.
Faust inspected the room, confirming that its prototype was also Yusewood’s real-world bedchamber.
He sat upright in a high-backed chair before the desk, a massive book spread open in front of him.
The pages were yellowed, their edges worn from frequent turning, covered with dense ancient runes, geometric figures, and magic flow diagrams marked with colors.
Yusewood stood beside him, her silver-gray long hair pulled back, a few strands falling along her neck.
She leaned slightly, one hand resting on the edge of the desk, the fingertips of her other hand gently touching a complex pattern composed of a group of shimmering runes on the page.
“Pay attention here, Faust.”
Her voice was clear and steady, devoid of the morning’s intimacy, replaced by a pure, mentor-like focus:
“【Triple Restraint】—this is neither an offensive nor a defensive spell, but a hybrid one. It is often used as the core of large, continuous magic arrays, or to provide a basic framework for certain extremely unstable devices. The key to understanding it is…”
Her fingertip moved slowly along the magic flow lines, her movements light and precise.
Faust tried to concentrate, following her explanation, his gaze scanning the dazzling pattern.
He could feel that as Yusewood spoke, the cold lines and runes seemed to come alive, slowly constructing a concrete model in his mind.
This exhilarating learning efficiency far surpassed any previous solo study of magical tomes.
Am I a genius?
【Uh-uh-uh, it’s just a story setting, don’t overthink it. You’re currently a highly gifted apprentice, so it’s natural for you to grasp things easily.】
【However, what she’s teaching is indeed genuine ancient magic. You should remember this; it will be very beneficial.】
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