"Are you referring to that dream about the older sister?"
When it came to the most profound and puzzling dreams they had experienced recently, the women could only think of the "sister dream."
Viviana asked curiously, "Did His Highness create that? What kind of spell or relic could achieve something so magical?"
"It was not me, but the ability of my royal sister."
"That much was obvious."
The content of the dream was far too explicit; one only needed a slight guess to understand it.
Faust cleared his throat and said:
"Therefore, I can ask my sister to customize dreams. Within those dreams, the perception of time will be elongated. One night of deep sleep will be worth a full month of companionship."
It really was!
The women reminisced about their experiences in the dream. Although they were essentially erotic dreams, if one substituted the people from reality into them, was that not a form of genuine interaction?
Moreover, liberated from the gravity of reality, a free soul could construct even more magnificent fantasies!
They were moved.
Just as the maidens were becoming excited, Faust poured a bucket of cold water over them:
"However, my royal sister’s energy is limited; she cannot weave dreams continuously. Therefore, this opportunity to make a wish must be granted with caution. But do not worry, everyone will have a chance to make a wish!"
"!!!"
The young women were not fools. Even though Faust spoke in high-sounding terms, the subtext of his words could not have been more obvious.
Although Faust did not say it outright, it was clear that the more a lover achieved, the more she would be favored and rewarded by him.
Faced with such undisguised, clever plotting, Selena immediately crossed her arms and sneered, but she had no intention of mocking the man aloud. Instead, she observed the others present with her silver eyes.
Setting aside Mama Lola for the moment, she could not be considered a true 【witch】 in the first place, and her personality was too soft and gentle to participate in the competition.
But as for the others, Viviana’s eyelids drooped slightly, her magnificent purple eyes gazing at Faust’s profile in silence.
"Ah, this is just as it should be."
Irithea laughed, leaning back until she lay on the table.
The gamble had paid off.
Seeing this, Faust breathed a sigh of relief, the heavy stone in his chest finally dropping.
The witches had long wanted to outdo one another. Faust had previously been trying to smooth things over, which had indeed maintained a surface-level harmony.
After all, the young women did not want to make things difficult for Faust; they were all truly excellent girls. However, this had led everyone to enter a state of early retirement, which was not good.
The witches only wanted the trophy they desired in their hearts. Previously, that prize had been Faust himself, but now, Faust had slightly shifted his strategy, replacing the reward with "dream wishes" to cleverly incite competition.
As for whether things would get out of hand... Faust did not think that would happen. While it was true that they were romantic rivals, they were also genuine friends. Since no one truly held the thought of monopolizing Faust, even if they competed, it should be a healthy competition... probably.
This could also be considered... a bit of romantic flair.
...
In the southern territory of the empire, at the most magnificent governor’s capital, night had fallen.
In an open docking area on the outskirts of the city, tens of thousands of people stood in perfect formation. They were the empire’s military officers, imperial guards, attendants, and clerks, all gathered here to welcome the triumphant return of a noble monarch.
The Imperial Governor of the South, currently the most powerful figure in the empire outside of the Second Empire: Artedinis.
"Hummm—"
The airship arrived right on time. When that massive object, which resembled a mountain, descended slowly, the low, resounding roar seemed to pierce through everyone’s eardrums.
The fierce wind whipped up by the docking airship forced the waiting crowd to lower their heads. Once the wind died down, they heard the sound of armored boots treading upon marble tiles.
"Clack, clack-clack-clack—"
The royal guards, holding banners and clad in battle armor, were the first to disembark from the warship, clearing a path with their heads held high and chests puffed out.
And the person they were escorting and surrounding was a young maiden.
The crowd looked toward her with fanatical worship, unable to help themselves as they shouted:
"Her Highness Artedinis!"
Her beige hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall, and her exquisite, beautiful face held a smile. Her indigo eyes were as beautiful as jewels, yet beneath her dignified and stern temperament, they were sharp enough that no one dared to meet her gaze.
The imperial princess wore a light, elegant, and professional military dress. Over a black undershirt, she wore a moon-white overcoat with lapels, decorated with golden embroidery at the edges and cuffs, appearing both luxurious and refined.
The military dress was perfectly filled out by her figure, while her lower body was clad in ultra-thin black silk that tightly wrapped her slender legs, outlining the absolute territory of her shapely, long thighs that invited endless reverie.
Facing the subjects who had come early to welcome her, Artedinis raised her hand slightly in response.
"Long live!"
Even such a simple gesture was enough to win a roar of cheers like a crashing tsunami.
"Royal Sister Artedinis! You have worked hard!"
The first to greet her was a maiden with light blue-green hair. Though called a maiden, her youthful appearance made her more of a large loli, though she tried to make herself appear more mature through her attire.
And judging by how she addressed the imperial princess, she was clearly also a member of the imperial family.
Generally speaking, all members of the Radiance royal family were enfeoffed as governors and stayed in their own territories, so theoretically, their kinship would be quite distant.
However, because there was no imperial throne to fight over among the royal family, and due to the sense of closeness from sharing the 【Radiant King】 path, the relationships within the imperial family were actually quite good. Even after the dragonfall incident caused a great split within the royal family, the feelings between them could not be called hatred.
"Eleanor, quiet."
Artedinis patted her royal sister’s head and laughed:
"Did you arrange all of this? I merely suppressed a few insubordinates; it is not worth such a celebration."
Eleanor shook her head and said:
"Of course it is worth it! Royal Sister, if you had not swept away the rebellious scum and evil cultists of the empire, I truly do not know how many would be declaring themselves emperors or kings in this vast dynasty."
"Heh."
Artedinis brushed aside her beige hair and remained noncommittal, returning to her palace amidst the constant chattering of the blue-haired maiden.
"Are there any dispatches?"
Artedinis strolled along the long corridor, asking lazily.
A courtier immediately presented a briefing: "Yes, the Sanctuary monastic order has sent a secret letter. Please, Your Highness, take a look."
The imperial princess pinched the letter between two fingers and gave it a light flick. The flames burned away the seal, revealing the encrypted content inside.
Those around them immediately withdrew, leaving only the two imperial princesses.
"Oh, have they found another brave one candidate?"
Artedinis finished reading the content of the secret letter. Most of it was an introduction to Faust’s situation, requesting that Her Highness collaborate with him.
"Wait, it’s a man."
Eleanor glanced at it and curled her lips:
"This prince... hmm, aside from being good-looking, I can’t tell yet how he resembles a brave one, even if he were disguising himself, it wouldn’t work!"
Artedinis laughed lightly:
"To be able to resolve two thorny curses in succession, one cannot call him mediocre. However, whether he is truly interesting or not—that will only be known once I have seen him with my own eyes."
"I will hold onto a shred of expectation. I hope the people at the Sanctuary have better judgment."
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