The young women could accept that Faust’s body was not their exclusive possession and could happily share him, but that did not mean they could accept being treated with favoritism.
Faust had been trying his best to keep the balance, but to a group of witches who calculated exactly how many minutes they had spent with him, he was still walking a tightrope.
Even though 【witches】, as heroines in fairy tales, are the embodiment of truth, goodness, and beauty, it was impossible for a catfight to actually break out, as that would be far too unsightly.
However, I say that being driven mad by love and destroying the world can also be a manifestation of truth, goodness, and beauty—does anyone understand that?
"Ahem, I know you are all anxious, but please, do not be so hasty."
Faust stood up to mediate: "Please, hear me out."
"I am not angry, you know."
Irithea sat on the table, leaning on one hand while picking up a grape with the other, nibbling it at the corner of her lips as she smiled:
"I am merely speaking of the matter at hand, and I do not dislike anyone... or rather, I quite like everyone here. At the very least, there is no one vulgar or boring by Faust’s side. If I must fight to compete for a lover, I would find that quite interesting as well."
Please, just say a little less!
Faust suddenly felt that it was not a good thing for Irithea’s personality to be so similar to his own; she was far too honest and could detonate a major crisis at any moment.
"Neither am I, my Prince."
Viviana placed a hand over her heart and said softly to Faust:
"There are simply some things upon which I cannot yield. I am not acting out of jealousy; I pray you understand."
Faust believed the pale-gold-haired maiden. As a fanatical admirer of the Prince, Viviana had consistently instilled the notion into the other witches that "Prince Faust is just bold; he does whatever he wants, and he will strike down whoever he pleases."
And it had actually achieved significant results!
At the very beginning, Selena would still mock the relationship between Faust and his maids, but later on, that mockery transformed into pride.
Why pride? This reaction made Faust feel strange as well; he had asked about it while carrying Lola Mama in the palace bathhouse.
Under the incoherent explanation of the Queen of Midwinter, the Prince of Qingxi finally understood.
It turned out that in the narrative concept spread by Viviana, the Prince’s greed was a good thing, especially regarding those maids or noblewomen who were fragile under the 【Great Thunder】—it was a submissive posture that was truly laughable.
And only they were capable of standing toe-to-toe with Faust, competing on the same stage.
Did this not prove that they were the only women truly worthy of Faust? It was destiny! Their compatibility was excellent!
Such a reason... it was a bit hard to grasp, but if it could satisfy the twisted competitive desire of the 【witches】, Faust felt it was excellent.
In short, Viviana has virtue indeed!
Faust pressed his hands on the table, took a deep breath, and said:
"Everyone present here is my most intimate companion, and we share feelings that transcend love..."
Mystoria raised her hand to interrupt: "Am I included as well?"
Faust hesitated for a moment, then raised a hand: "Not yet, for the time being. Teacher Mystoria, please excuse yourself."
The Prince truly respects his teachers!
"Oh."
And so, the elf martial saint left the room quietly. Seeing this, another person in the room crossed her arms and said coolly:
"It seems I must excuse myself as well. As it happens, the task you entrusted to me is nearing its completion. Come to my bedchamber when the time comes."
"Then I shall see you out."
Faust walked to Yusewood’s side and whispered into her ear:
"However, royal sister, do you truly believe you can remain an outsider?"
Faust placed a hand on the maiden’s shoulder, his hot breath hitting her earlobe, causing the princess’s delicate ears to turn visibly red and hot:
"That will not do. Even if you say you want to leave me now, I will never let go. I am sorry, royal sister; I may not be able to become the noble and pure hero you wish for, but I am certainly greedy enough that not even death shall separate us."
To be fair, this sweet talk from the Prince of Qingxi was very well-received by Yusewood, to the point where the silver-gray-haired princess could not help but let out a soft hum.
But immediately, noticing the subtle gazes of the others, she became reserved again and said with feigned indifference:
"You! Faust, do not push your luck!"
In reality, Yusewood’s act was entirely superfluous; the others would not think Faust and she were innocent just because of it.
Is there any beautiful girl by Faust’s side who has ever managed to remain unscathed? No such thing exists.
Besides, the way Yusewood looked at the Prince could not be hidden at all.
"What kind of eating style is that?"
After the princess left, Irithea asked directly: "She clearly likes him so much in her heart, yet she must show a look of disgust on the surface."
"It is similar to the feast you are brewing now; this is called a contrast."
Faust thought for a moment, leaned closer to Irithea, and whispered by her twitching wolf ears:
"The more one shows disgust and contempt on the surface, the more one exerts pressure on the genuine affection within. It is contradictory, and thus, it suppresses everything to the extreme. The effect is far stronger than your simple suppression of instincts. You should learn from royal sister’s eating style!"
The silver-haired maiden suddenly realized, her lake-blue eyes filled with admiration as she bowed and saluted:
"So that is how it is. There is such a delicious way to eat! Before meeting you all, I was simply living like a savage!"
"May I ask, can we begin discussing business now?"
The black-haired beauty spoke up, interrupting the engrossing conversation between Faust and Irithea.
"Ahem... this is also part of the business."
Faust turned his head, coughed twice, and then surveyed his surroundings:
"Everyone present is my beloved. Although I have said this to each of you, I wish to reiterate it now..."
"I never intended for you to exist merely as my vassals. All of you may share in everything I possess, yet it seems each of you only views me as the most precious thing of all."
"What else would there be?"
Selena waved her hand: "Aside from you yourself, Faust, is there anything else in this world that we must strive for?"
Viviana nodded deeply: "That is exactly it."
As expected, for the 【witches】 whose romantic brains were fully engaged, living shamelessly and happily with their Prince Charming was the greatest happiness, and there was no need to strive for anything else.
But what Faust wanted was to fully develop the subjective initiative of the 【witches】.
I really must spur you all on.
Faust beat his chest and sighed:
"I also wish to stay with everyone and never be apart, but the burden on my shoulders is simply too heavy, and I must press on while carrying it."
"In that case, I am truly spread too thin. I intend to focus on military matters moving forward; therefore, I have come up with a brand-new reward system."
Faust paused, revealing a subtle smile:
"I wonder if you all remember the dream you had before?"
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