The storms brewing in the outside world did not affect Faust and Selena within 【Mountain Father】.
In fact, neither of them had any idea what was happening, let alone that they had been designated as targets for subjugation by the Midwinter Kingdom and a grail knight order.
The prince and princess were enjoying a rare, pleasant time within this wonder of the frost-walkers.
Inside the warm and comfortable villa, the frost-walkers would replenish all kinds of living necessities. All they had to do was continuously practice the elegy.
Every evening, when the titans finished their day-to-day work, they would gather outside the villa to solemnly listen to the Elegy of the Sacred Deity that soothed the machine spirits.
Although the titans didn't say it out loud, they were actually becoming addicted to it. Selena knew that they had finally accepted her.
With the loyalty and protection of the entire frost-walker tribe, what was there to worry about? The kingdom's legions were no match for the frost-walkers; she could finally rest easy.
As for the matter of the curse... she would wait a few months to see if Faust's confident promise was nothing but empty talk.
As she became more familiar with the Elegy of the Sacred Deity, Selena gradually stopped focusing her attention on it and shifted her gaze toward Faust.
The black-haired girl wouldn't admit that she seemed to have fallen in love with Faust at first sight, even if it was the truth.
Originally, their first meeting had a destiny-like beauty to it, but Faust's cold words had shattered that beauty, making the girl feel quite embarrassed.
The Midwinter princess didn't want to admit her failure or weakness. Her competitive spirit flared up; even though she really wanted to be more intimate with Faust, that request could not be made by her.
She had to make Faust beg.
Love was like a battlefield; the first to show weakness would be the loser.
It just so happened they were staying in a villa inside 【Mountain Father】, a lone man and woman in one room—it would be strange if nothing happened, right?
Especially being alone with the most beautiful princess in the world... ha, being able to maintain one's sanity should be difficult enough.
In Snow White's expectation, Faust, becoming increasingly infatuated with her, would soon lose his composure.
When his primal instincts took over and he tried to pounce on her, that would be the moment Selena would catch his weakness and demand whatever she wanted.
The confident Midwinter princess waited... and yet... one day, two days, three days passed, and Faust remained completely unmoved.
It wasn't that they were like strangers. In fact, during this time, their relationship could be said to be heating up day by day.
They would discuss music, culture, philosophy, art, and poetry... they analyzed the structure of the Elegy of the Sacred Deity and observed the activities of the frost-walkers...
But Faust simply wouldn't say those kinds of provocative things.
However, if anyone said Faust was some kind of ascetic with no desires, it would have made Selena laugh.
Because the Qingxi prince's gaze was not a gentlemanly one at all. On the contrary, it was a completely predatory look, as if he wanted to swallow her whole.
And when Snow White cryptically mentioned this, Faust simply blinked innocently:
"My apologies. Because your beauty is truly stunning, and I am, after all, a physically and mentally healthy man in his prime. This is unavoidable, isn't it? Otherwise, wouldn't it imply your beauty isn't enough to move me?"
These words were extremely pleasing to Selena, but before she could nod, Faust continued with a hand over his chest in a bow:
"But please rest assured, as your guardian knight, I will never make any impolite or transgressive moves. Unless... Princess, you require me to do so?"
Fine, fine, fine!
So that was his purpose for saying he wanted to be her knight back then! This move—a tactical retreat for a future advance—was truly calculated!
Selena immediately understood the meaning behind Faust's previous actions and laughed out of sheer annoyance.
Not only that, the princess felt that her own willpower was being tested instead.
Every morning when Faust practiced his 【martial saint】 training, he would take off his shirt.
It had to be said that the perfection of Faust's physical form was all-encompassing. His supernatural charisma that surpassed human limits was not just reflected in his handsome face, which looked like a celestial being from myth, or his unique temperament like a dream lover.
The prince's physique was also top-tier.
His upper body, devoid of any scars or blemishes, had a very healthy glow. One couldn't tell when he was dressed, but with his clothes off, the muscle lines Faust had trained for twenty years were elegant and natural. They weren't exaggerated monstrous muscles, but were extremely refined, with every muscle contour exactly where it should be.
Especially when he took a break, closing his eyes to gulp down water while the clear water trickled down his muscle lines, he possessed a shocking aesthetic beauty reminiscent of an ancient sculpture.
Selena's gaze constantly swept over Faust's firm eight-pack abs. It was a body that could be described as a work of art. Although there were countless people with strong physiques among the occult nobles, such an exceptionally handsome man was truly rare to see.
The princess knew that peeking was unladylike behavior, but her eyes seemed glued to Faust, and her silver eyes gradually lost their clarity.
Only when Faust finished his training and returned to the villa did Selena hurriedly look away.
This couldn't go on!
Whenever Snow White thought of those heart-pounding scenes, she would pat her beautiful cheeks vigorously.
Is he seducing me, or am I seducing him?!
The Midwinter princess decided to temporarily set aside her pointless reserve and engage in a more daring seductive act. At the very least, it should be "tit for tat."
So, after finishing another day of the machine-spirit-soothing concert, Selena went into the bathroom for a shower and requested Faust to stand guard at the door.
When the shower ended, the Midwinter princess stepped out of the bathroom wrapped in a bath towel. The flush on her face had not yet faded, and her wet, long black hair draped languidly behind her. Her slender, fair legs were stretched and tensed slightly beneath the towel.
Skin like ice and bones like jade, a lotus rising from the water—there were no other words to describe it.
Seeing Faust actually sitting by the fireplace, her face flushed even deeper:
"Well? Are you staring blankly? I allow you to praise my god-given body, just as you praise my face."
"Do you need me to critique it? Then, pardon my intrusion."
Faust's gaze roved over the girl, and after a long moment, he said:
"It feels like you're flat-chested..."
"Flat... flat-chested?"
Selena's silver eyes widened in shock. She never expected to hear such words from a man.
While she indeed wasn't as mature and full as her mother, as a Snow White of the same bloodline who had just reached adulthood, she could definitely not be called green.
She pressed her hand to her chest and said in disbelief:
"What are you saying? My body is an absolutely flawless work of art, the best interpretation of feminine beauty! I allow you to reconsider that!"
If it were before he transmigrated, the Prince of Qingxi would indeed have admitted that Snow White's figure was undeniably endowed. Unfortunately, he was a man who had seen it all, so he could only express his regret:
"Isn't a D-cup just flat-chested?"
"Faust..."
The black-haired girl's eyelids lowered slightly as she asked in a cold voice:
"What turned you into this?"
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