Faust was taken aback by those words, then he was overcome with joy. "What? You can grant me a blessing now?"
Was there an unexpected harvest?
The Prince of Qingxi steadied his nerves and asked, "Didn't you say that a fairy cannot recklessly interfere with reality?"
Previously, Faust had asked Mephistopheles to give him some kind of massive cheat, preferably by directly boosting his stats. With the mighty power of a fairy, it shouldn't have been difficult.
But the latter had expressed that it was beyond their power, revealing the inner workings of fairies to Faust.
As executors of fate, they had no physical form and could only drift outside the world as spirits. A fairy also had no authority to interfere with reality at will, unless the wheel of destiny permitted it.
【Anyone who has practiced a path is qualified to receive the gifts of fate. This is our primary duty as fairies. Besides this, there are other missions, but they are difficult for a son of man to understand, so I will not say more.】
【In short, because you completed the witches' feast, I have the authority to grant a certain degree of blessing.】
"So practicing a path has this kind of effect? Is this the so-called essence of a trial?"
Faust smiled and said, "In that case, Mephistopheles, how do you plan to bestow this blessing?"
A fairy's blessing wouldn't suddenly pour power into your head, making your occult cultivation surge, explode, or increase violently! Nor would they create a treasure out of thin air to gift you.
As the saying went, unless it was a "dragonfall," a fairy did not have the power to directly interfere with reality. Prophecies and revelations were one thing, but if it were actual treasure or power, it had to exist in reality before a fairy could divert it.
Even if there were a scenario like "an immortal strokes my head, bestowing longevity," there must first be such a worldly master who, under the guidance of a fairy, would proactively seek you out, say you share a destiny, and then shower you with gold without a second word.
Faust said optimistically, "My requirements aren't high. How about a Lady of the Lake? I want to be a grail knight."
He had read the legendary stories. The "Lady of the Lake" was practically the fairies' go-to errand girl. Whenever information or treasures needed to be delivered, a "Lady of the Lake" would appear, and their "elixirs" could mass-produce legendary warriors.
And if one could receive the ultimate reward and drink the water from the pure gold holy grail, they would become a grail knight revered by millions.
A body tempered a thousand times over could take a meteorite to the face, and the light cannon fired with a wave of a hand was enough to pierce the night. With a single breath, they could extend their life by a century, and they could fly or burrow into the earth—nothing was impossible.
There were countless legends about grail knights. Even Faust's expensive adoptive father was a fanatic of the grail knights, commissioning a statue of himself based on the requirements for a grail knight sculpture.
【...I do indeed have the power to command a Lady of the Lake, but the path you are practicing is not yet enough to descend such a gift. Furthermore, I do not believe the grail knight is a path that suits you.】
Mephistopheles hummed twice, seemingly mocking him.
【Grail knights who have sworn the Vow of Dedication lose the charm of being a son of man. They have no possibilities left. I do not wish for you to become like that, Faust.】
【Your character, which knows no taboos in order to satisfy your desires, is what is most charming. It fascinates me. That is how a son of man should be.】
"...Can you stop using the word charming? It's a bit disgusting."
Faust clicked his tongue. "I don't even know what you look like."
【We have no physical form, only a projection of spirit. Much like the son of man, do you wish to see my image?】
"I do, very much so."
To be honest, after communicating with Mephistopheles for so long, they were able to joke and play around with each other, but he didn't have a concrete mental image of Mephistopheles' appearance.
As for the voice... it could only be described as ethereal and clear, but it was impossible to tell if it belonged to a man, woman, young, or old.
【If Faust wants to see, then I...】
Wait, really? You're actually going to show me? Are we that close?
Just as Faust was filled with anticipation, the fairy's tone shifted:
【I refuse! I've become shy, so I won't.】
Feeling Faust's fluctuating emotions, Mephistopheles laughed happily. It seemed to thoroughly enjoy this kind of teasing interaction between friends.
However, after laughing enough, the fairy returned to the main topic and gave Faust a suggestion:
【Hmm... I think you need a teacher.】
"A teacher?"
【Your accumulation on the path of the sovereign monarch is actually quite good, but you are still too green in terms of experience. Like this, you won't be able to smoothly go out for training. An excellent teacher can pass on her experience of the path to you. This is quite obscure knowledge. Don't tell others; just enjoy it within a small circle.】
Faust nodded. He had indeed never heard of such a thing. Sharing path experience sounded like a fantasy; it felt like a hidden mechanic that only a fairy would know.
"Who do you plan to find as my teacher?"
【Shh... I intend to keep it as a surprise. Do not ask for now.】
"Always so mysterious. Well, I'll leave it to you then."
Faust was clever enough not to press further, indicating he would leave the arrangements entirely to Mephistopheles. He wasn't so arrogant as to think he could guide a fairy in this regard.
Ancient fairies were truly veterans who had seen more heroes than he had eaten grains of salt.
Afterward, Mephistopheles suddenly fell silent. Faust called out a few times but received no response.
It seemed they had indeed gone to handle the matter.
It was impossible to say Faust didn't care at all. Receiving a blessing for the first time in his life, the Prince of Qingxi was very curious about how a fairy would pull the strings of fate to bring him what he needed.
While thinking, Faust walked toward the other side of the kingdom.
That was Yusewood's chambers. Faust still had to inform his royal sister of the news. He didn't know if she would accept it; he had his doubts because after handling government affairs for three months, the silver-gray-haired princess's impatience was written all over her face.
If Yusewood refused, Faust would have to start cultivating his own cabinet.
The princess's chambers were quite desolate. Yusewood was a warlock who fit the stereotype perfectly, practicing occultism and always keeping to herself. Even the court warlock unit under her command rarely saw her.
However, as a fellow member of the royal family, Faust was able to reach Yusewood's room without obstruction. Just as he reached out to knock, the door in front of him slowly opened.
A clear, exquisite face that reminded one of solemn ice and snow appeared before him. The princess, dressed in a long gown, had her hands crossed in front of her abdomen in a dignified and elegant posture, yet it didn't feel forced at all.
The scandalous curves accentuated by the gauze dress made Faust unsure of where to look. Just as he was about to peer into the room, Yusewood took a direct step forward.
This movement brought the silver-gray-haired princess's chest, which was so ample it almost disrupted her elegant aura, nearly flush against the prince's chest. But Yusewood didn't seem to care; it seemed that preventing Faust from peering into her room was more important.
It was Faust who took a step back first, ending the incredibly ambiguous posture.
"Faust... why have you come? Don't tell me it was specifically to commit such a blasphemy. That would be truly beyond redemption."
The princess's sage-blue eyes gazed calmly at Faust, her expression carrying a hint of disgust.
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