Faust lay down on his royal sister's lap as if it were the most natural thing in the world. The faint fragrance wafting toward him was refreshing and soul soothing. Yusewood seemed to possess a natural temperament that was cold as frost, as if she were a being who did not belong to the mortal world.
Looking at it this way, although the silver gray haired princess was undoubtedly the older sister type, if one wasn't too picky, she could also be categorized into the motherly tier.
“Mama.”
Faust thought it, and so he said it.
The silver gray haired princess was stunned for a moment upon hearing this. After a brief silence, she spoke with disdain:
“...What a pathetic man!”
She pressed her hand against Faust's thigh and said coldly, “You are clearly an insatiable man, yet you always show such a weak posture. If you only want affirmation and care, you should go find your Queen Mother right now.”
“Do you really think I will just follow your whims? Do you think I'll let your base and vulgar desires be satisfied?”
Despite her words, Faust knew that his royal sister was secretly delighted. Though the silver gray haired princess voiced her refusal, her hands were already in motion, mimicking Lola's way of comforting the prince.
She was the type to help herself while she worked.
“Huu...”
The prince of Qingxi took a sharp breath and then let out a comfortable sigh. He looked upward, his vision obscured by the taut, towering cushions of her chest. It was truly a magnificent sight.
But by tilting his head slightly, he could still see his royal sister's exquisite and cold face, which looked as though it were covered in frost, haughty and aloof.
Her smooth ponytail, tied with a large black bow, was draped across her pristine back, making the girl's figure look even more flawless.
If he hadn't personally felt the touch of her cold and tender little hands, it would be impossible to associate them with such a frigid beauty.
When dealing with Yusewood, it was impossible to discern her true thoughts from her expressions or words. The former prince had always tried to read her face, and as a result, he had spent years believing his royal sister hated him.
It was rare to find someone whose heart and mouth were as disconnected as this silver gray haired princess.
Seeing Faust dazed, Yusewood's hands suddenly tightened their grip as she scolded him softly:
“Stop daydreaming. Tell me about your experiences in the Empire. Why did Viviana and the others return with such urgency, completely abandoning their usual lazy attitudes?”
“And that floating ship you brought back... I doubt you bought that. There isn't a fool in this world who would trade away a divine era relic.”
Yusewood knew all too well how much Faust's lovers liked to cling to him. After all, she usually spent her time monitoring her brother.
Those love brained witches often made the princess of Qingxi feel envious... ahem, she meant, they filled her with disdain!
“A lot happened on this trip. I suppose you could say it was a bountiful harvest.”
Faust let out a long sigh. While being comforted by the aloof fairy sister, he carefully chose his words and recounted their experiences in Saint Vevia at the southern border of the Empire.
“...And then, we came back. As you can see, they are all desperate to obtain the power to contend with the Empire.”
After hearing the story, Yusewood said gloomily:
“It sounds like you've been entangled by another troublesome woman.”
“You can't blame me for this one, royal sister. I really didn't do anything wrong this time.”
Faust felt a bit wronged. If they were talking about the previous witches' feast, then the prince had indeed been the one actively searching, voluntarily participating, and intentionally pursuing them, fully acknowledging the charm of a witch.
But Artedinis was definitely not someone he had provoked. That exceptional woman, who possessed both the Overlord and Brave One fate stars, had already set her sights on him long before they even met.
She was the one who took the initiative to contact, befriend, and covet the prince of Qingxi. Artedinis had been driving the narrative the entire time. Faust had told her to stop, but the Imperial Princess kept going. She never stopped!
Yusewood raised her elegant eyebrows. She was already slightly dazed by the pheromones Faust was emitting, and she hummed softly:
“Is that so? Well, it's not surprising. Look at that pretty face of yours, and... this vulgar aura that wants to stain the pure and untarnished at every moment. Since you can deceive innocent girls without any burden, it's only natural for you to be targeted by a wicked woman. Hah, I suppose this is just karmic retribution.”
Faust replied, “Royal sister, I have to clarify. If I'm taken away, I'll definitely be used as an exclusive possession. That Imperial Princess won't let anyone else touch me. Even this level of intimacy would be a pipe dream for you.”
“Ugh...”
That would be terrible.
Yusewood suddenly realized she couldn't maintain her habitual mockery. This wasn't some romantic comedy where they were just fighting for affection; she didn't have the luxury of watching from the sidelines.
The silver gray haired princess frowned slightly:
“So? You don't seem worried. Have you thought of a way to deal with it? Or do you plan to just accept your fate?”
“Of course I have a way, but I still need your assistance, royal sister.”
Faust wasn't worried about being beaten into submission by Artedinis and taken back as star tier slave material.
What a joke. By completing the witches' feast to accumulate merit, along with Mephistopheles's assistance, he had grown this much in just two years. In another two years, he couldn't even imagine what level he would reach.
This was a fairy tale world, after all, not some cultivation world where the older you were, the stronger you became, requiring hundreds of years of training.
Talent decided more than half of it, and for the rest, as long as the atmosphere was right and the emotions were in place, one could reach the heavens in a single step.
So what if Artedinis was using cheats? It wasn't like he ever turned his off!
“My help?”
Faust said excitedly, “Of course. Just like this time, royal sister, we were completely successful.”
Turning to business, the silver gray haired princess stopped her hands and commented with great interest:
“Even after hearing those experiences from your own mouth, I still find it inconceivable. Why was the Reality Overwriting completed so easily and smoothly?”
When Yusewood had written the story at Faust's request, she hadn't actually held much hope.
How difficult was it to overwrite reality? Especially in the modern age where the power to warp reality had been relegated to the divine realm. Even trying to overwrite a harmless little story in reality had an abysmal success rate.
Otherwise, Yusewood wouldn't have just been weaving erotic dreams for her own amusement; she would have long ago used her notebook to turn Faust into a sister obsessed little heater.
But what Faust had written before involved the significant progress of multiple nobles and even scripts involving major powers like the Sanctuary and the Empire.
According to him, in order for Alkin to get what she wanted, a Brave One had actually been used as a stepping stone and killed! This was something Yusewood wouldn't have even dared to imagine.
She knew her limits. If she were to perform Reality Overwriting herself, involving anyone with a noble fate star would lead to failure.
Yet Faust was able to dominate the high stakes game. The silver gray haired princess had every reason to suspect that the prince had hired a pro gamer to play for him.
“Was it... the help given by the fairy?”
Faust thoroughly enjoyed Yusewood's surprised expression and couldn't help but chuckle:
“Haha, that's why I said there's much to be done! Royal sister, let's not waste time. Let's continue our writing and weaving!”
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