Soon, only the faint, inaudible breathing of the group echoed within the bedchamber.
But just as everyone was immersed in such a warm atmosphere, the torn page beneath Faust's pillow began to flicker and shimmer, drawing them into a dream world that could not be perceived by the naked eye.
"So, it turns out it was me sleeping with them, and I thought it was them sleeping with me."
After Mephistopheles described the situation in reality in detail, Faust let out a sigh of relief, though it was unclear whether he felt a sense of release or profound disappointment.
"In other words, they will also enter this dream world?"
【Although I only guided you, they are so close that it is hard to say whether a dream connection will occur, drawing them all into the most stable dream. The principles behind this... are difficult to explain in a short time. I will explain it in more detail once you truly need to delve into the dream world.】
Faust nodded: "Then, if they enter this world written by Royal Sister, will they be squeezed out by the master of the story?"
【Heh heh, Faust, why ask when you already know the answer?】
Mephistopheles said:
【The fate-star of a witch is supreme, transcending all other fate-stars. The essence of this dream is still a script of destiny, and as long as it is a script of destiny, if it dares to contain a witch, it must be prepared to have its protagonist position usurped and become a subset of the 'witches' feast'.】
"Ha, I understand."
Yusewood, this is the stage of a script of destiny; the one who should get out is you, the compiler!
Faust almost felt pity for his royal sister's plight.
But on second thought, Yusewood usually treated him with cold disdain, yet in secret, she used Faust as a prototype to write the most Yusewood-style fantasy nurture-type erotic stories.
Royal Sister, you aren't so clean yourself!
Since that is the case, then don't blame your younger brother. I really must let you learn a lesson.
...
Before the first bird call of the morning, Yusewood rose early.
Sleep was not a necessity for her; high-level warlocks were long accustomed to using brief meditation to replace long rest.
The silver-gray haired princess cooked breakfast, brewed a pot of black tea, and rested her flawless cheek on her hand, looking out the window.
Faust had also risen long ago and was performing physical training in the courtyard. The warm sunlight spilled onto the boy's cheeks, adding a touch of holiness to his adorable face.
Another bright morning.
No longer listening to the complicated, trivial clamor, and no longer having disputes that disturbed the heart.
All she could see in her eyes was the boy's endearing figure, living a life of two in a paradise, amidst the morning light and mist.
This was the slow life she wanted!
An indescribable sense of happiness sprouted in her heart. Yusewood sipped her black tea with an expressionless face, enjoying the tranquility of this moment.
"Pat—"
At that moment, the door outside the mansion was pushed open. In the silver-gray haired princess's vision, Faust suddenly dropped his training sword and ran toward the gate with pleasant surprise.
"Viviana Sister?!"
"Faust!"
Yusewood stood up abruptly and teleported to the entrance of the mansion.
She saw a maiden with pure, pale-golden long hair picking Faust up.
She raised an extremely exquisite and soft face, with light-colored long eyelashes covering her slightly lowered eyelids. Her dark purple eyes were crystal clear, gorgeous, and profound.
Her dress was outlined with brilliant gold and pure white lines, maintaining a simple yet luxurious tone. The black inner collar was pushed up by her towering fullness, leaving not a single wrinkle.
The corset wrapped around her slender waist, while her round, long, and impossibly straight legs were wrapped in over-the-knee stockings.
Even as proud as Yusewood, she had to admit that the other woman's beauty was not inferior to her own.
And this face... it seemed she had seen it somewhere before?
After hugging the unfamiliar big sister, Faust smiled at the silver-gray haired girl:
"Ah, Yuse Sister, let me introduce you. This is Viviana, and she is also my sister."
"This... when did this happen?"
When Yusewood found Faust, the latter was indeed a few years old, at an age where he could remember things. It wouldn't be strange for him to have real family, but why had she never heard Faust mention it?
"Did I not mention her to you before?"
The handsome boy showed a puzzled expression, tilted his head and said:
"I should have. You have seen this sister before, too."
Yusewood was confused by Faust's words.
Had... had she seen her?
It seemed she really had; otherwise, she wouldn't feel so familiar.
The silver-gray haired princess had entered the script in a state of complete immersion, and her thinking was also influenced by the setting of the story. Soon, some memories that should not have existed appeared in her mind.
Like a supplement to the story, a sudden insertion of an episode regarding "Viviana" gradually emerged.
The other woman was indeed Faust's sister, just like her. She was also a heroine who retired after the great war and recognized Faust as her adopted brother.
Before the silver-gray haired princess could sort out her thoughts, the pale-golden haired maiden bowed elegantly:
"Thank you for taking care of Faust during my absence."
Yusewood endured her discomfort, knitted her delicate brows, and said:
"Why are you thanking me... Faust is my brother too."
Viviana continued to smile: "Since Faust is here, I also intend to intrude for a while. Is that alright?"
"Then... you are welcome."
Yusewood moved the tea table to the lawn in the courtyard and invited Viviana to sit down together.
Even if she was reluctant in her heart, the silver-gray haired girl did not allow herself to show any impoliteness on the surface.
A moment later, the mansion's door was knocked on again.
Faust hurried over to welcome them.
This time, appearing outside the door was a girl with black hair and silver eyes, possessing breathtaking beauty.
"It seems I have not missed this gathering."
"Selena Sister?!"
"Yuse Sister, do you remember? This is also my sister, and she is a princess, too!"
"Wel... welcome."
After that, it was the silver-white haired wolf-maiden, who flipped lightly over the courtyard wall, holding a bright red rose in her mouth, which she tucked into Faust's chest.
"Alkin Sister is here too!"
What... what is happening?
As more and more people sat around the round table, Yusewood finally could not endure it anymore. The silver-gray haired princess trembled and grabbed Faust's shoulders:
"Faust, exactly how many sisters do you have?!"
Good question; I would also like to ask myself how many sisters I have.
For a powerful and cold fairy-type big sister, there is Yusewood;
For a proud and noble lady-type big sister, there is Selena;
For a gentle and all-affirming teacher-type big sister, there is Viviana;
For a carefree and wild bard-type big sister, there is Alkin;
My heavens, this story world is simply a world of elder sisters, and the quality is too good! As the only little boy among them, Faust has fallen straight into the pit.
Seeing that Royal Sister could hardly maintain her elegance and composure in the dream, Faust said calmly:
"There are only this many for now."
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