Originally, Lola could have joined as well, but unfortunately, this Queen of Midwinter was not currently in the capital and would not arrive for some time.
Besides, even if she did arrive, it would not work out; this is a world of elder sisters, and maternal figures belong to a strictly superior tier. If Mother arrived, she would slaughter everyone—it would simply be too far beyond the established parameters.
Do not ruin our worldview!
Moreover, even if Lola did come, she might not necessarily secure the protagonist's position, as she does not possess the fate-star of a 【witch】; one could only say she managed to bask in a bit of Selena's reflected glory.
The domineering nature of the 【witch】 fate-star lies in its extremely high priority. Once they step onto the stage, the spotlight is destined to focus on them.
Just as Faust had anticipated, through the links in reality, they were also drawn into this script.
Except for Faust, who was experiencing a lucid dream, everyone else in this dream world accepted the story's background settings and became Faust's sisters within the dream.
Thus, the secluded mansion, which originally held only Yusewood and Faust, suddenly became crowded with several others, growing lively.
As the original master, the silver-gray haired princess felt deeply confused and resistant. However, since the story's compiler intended to enjoy herself by entering a state of total immersion, she could not stop the unfolding of the script in time.
During morning tea, Yusewood could not hold the boy in her arms to feed him as she usually did, because Faust's ownership had been completely occupied by the several new sisters.
"You have been alone with little Faust for so long, surely that is enough! Did we not agree that Faust belongs to all of us? The next period of time should be entirely dedicated to compensating for our losses!"
All of Yusewood's objections were choked back by this statement.
Indeed, she had already monopolized him for so long; it was only right to let go. It was so reasonable and logical that she truly could not refute it.
Thus, Yusewood could only tremble as she picked up her black tea, sipping it lightly while staring unblinkingly at the delicate boy surrounded by his big sisters.
Faust took in every detail of this scene.
That is right; limited by the script's settings, there was no way Faust could go against the natural order and defy his elder sisters.
Even if he were a legendary shota with a massive endowment, it would not matter. In the dream world constructed by Yusewood, he must either obey the script's settings or overthrow the illusion entirely.
However, the script never specified which sister he had to obey.
When one-on-one with Yusewood, no matter what Faust did, it was difficult to stir her emotions anymore.
After all these years, who knows how many short stories the Royal Sister had written? With every conceivable type of roleplay, she was likely long since immune.
But what about the feeling of having one's love stolen away?
Faust was certain that Yusewood's possessiveness was still quite strong. She probably had not undergone specialized training in this area, so she was still playing it relatively mild.
He rested his head on Viviana's lap, eating the grapes she offered, and watched Yusewood with great interest.
The otherworldly, silver-gray haired princess's coldness was, at this moment, more intense than ever before.
But such coldness could not affect the self-willed witches. Even though their consciousnesses were entirely in a dream state, the underlying code of "the one loved by witches" was still exerting its influence, and the women began to compete for the right to nurture Faust.
The main thread set by this script was for the "sisters" to nurture "Faust" into their ideal partner; thus, Faust had to accept his sisters' tutelage.
The prince was quite interested in this, as it was a rare opportunity to glimpse the deep desires within the witches' hearts.
XP? There was no need to pry; Faust's very existence was a perfect match for the witches' XP.
"I think we should just take turns."
After a round of sharp-tongued debate, the three women reached a compromise, deciding that each would take turns arranging a lesson to nurture Faust together.
It was Selena's turn first, and Faust was transferred into the princess's embrace.
The Princess of Midwinter was more inclined to tease the young Faust than to take care of him, repeatedly poking his cheeks with her fingers, only satisfied when she forced the boy to show a look of embarrassment.
Although Faust usually had to engage in a battle of wits with Selena, in such a special situation, the prince decided to comply for the time being.
Faust had expected Selena to teach him some secret Midwinter royal techniques or knowledge about frost-walker constructs. Instead, to his horrified gaze, the beautiful black-haired maiden placed a blank sheet of paper in front of him:
"Faust, Faust... my dear brother, all you need to do is one thing: learn how to please a girl. That is all. You need not worry about anything else."
"Come, write me a love poem of praise first. You must sing of my beauty and nobility to your heart's content, understand?"
Alkin added, "Our beauty."
Faust picked up the paper and remained silent.
Selena, you password-forging menace! Why are you still fixated on love poems even in a dream? Why do you always insist on this?
Oh, she has already forged them to excess, so that is fine. Selena was already invincible; since Faust's most lethal threats were ineffective, he had no choice but to bite the bullet and comply.
Faust rarely felt shame, but Selena had succeeded. Not bad.
Fortunately, the effect was immediate. As Selena crossed her legs and enthusiastically instructed Faust on how to polish his love poem, Yusewood's complexion turned deathly pale.
"Crack—"
A strange sound rang out as Yusewood calmly tossed a shattered teacup into the trash bin.
But no one cared about her reaction.
After shattering seven or eight teacups in this manner, Selena was finally satisfied and tucked the polished love poem into her bosom.
In the afternoon, it was Alkin's turn to provide guidance, which was far more relaxed than Selena's.
Because among the several witches, the White Wolf and Faust shared the most similar personalities. Alkin's soul, unwilling to be mediocre, resonated with Faust's in many ways.
Indulging in pleasure, fearing no power, reckless... she was practically a mirror image of Faust—though not quite that similar. At the very least, Alkin was not as shameless as Faust, and Faust did not possess Alkin's poet-like soul.
Sure enough, the wolf-maiden crossed her legs and said:
"I have nothing to teach. No one's future should be shaped and defined by others. Since our souls are drawn to each other, we are destined to meet on a quiet night."
"Selena hopes you will pursue her, but I am the opposite; I want to pursue you, to experience this wonderful feeling sung of by countless poets."
That was what Alkin said, and that was what she did. She did not teach any hunter techniques, merely dragging the delicate boy into the courtyard to dance with abandon, claiming that cultivating a romantic soul was what mattered most.
And when night fell, Viviana took over Faust's instruction.
The pale-golden haired maiden did not teach any skills, simply bringing Faust outside the bathroom and lifting her slightly curled, soft hair, saying:
"Can you help me undress?"
"Hmm?"
Alright, alright. As expected of Viviana, she went straight for the big stuff.
Before Faust could even open his mouth, Yusewood's sage-blue eyes widened in shock, and she finally could not hold back:
"What an incredibly shameless interaction!"
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