If you want to eat, you'll just have to wait!
Mephistopheles might have been showing its true feelings; after all, without a believer's sacrifice, a fairy truly cannot take anything from a mortal.
Perhaps during Mephistopheles's days as a celestial being, it was used to grand feasts, but without its divine authority, Mephistopheles's name was likely unknown to the masses, let alone its sacrificial banquets.
If Mephistopheles had asked nicely or acted cute, Faust would have certainly granted such a small request, but unfortunately, Mephisto had to be annoying, so Faust could only pretend he didn't hear.
Seeing Faust get up early to sneak a snack, Selena pressed a slender finger against her flawless cheek and said:
"Are you hungry? I suppose that makes sense, given that last night you really... overexerted yourself."
The princess hesitated, a crimson flush inadvertently creeping onto her pale cheeks again.
Faust certainly knew why.
The prince regent, bolstered by Great Thunder, was far too terrifying; he was practically grinding the law of conservation of mass into the dirt.
Animation volume?! What nonsense! Why use such a term to insult the wielder of Great Thunder!
Bring me the bottled water! Ten liters at a time! People would think I couldn't afford it otherwise!
Faust asked, "So, how would you rate it? Was it enough to satisfy my princess?"
Hearing this, Selena fell into her memories, her eyes narrowing slightly as she spoke:
"Hmph... to say it wasn't a magnificent experience would be a blatant lie. Yes, I am indeed quite satisfied."
The beautiful girl with long black hair toyed with her locks, then brought them to her nose for a light sniff, smiling:
"I originally intended to mark you with my scent, but it turned out to be the opposite, didn't it? Heh, whatever, it's more or less the same."
He had finally managed to satisfy this extremely picky Midwinter princess, but before Faust could celebrate, he saw Selena purse her lips and stroke his cheek.
"However, regarding the recovery afterward, even though the same effort was applied, it took Lola thirteen minutes to filter through the excess energy, while it only took me ten. Isn't that a bit unfair?"
Wait, are you seriously keeping track of things down to the minute?
Faust was truly impressed by Selena; this Snow White was not at all as easy to handle as Viviana. Even if she had temporarily submitted, she always thought of ways to get the upper hand.
But he had to admit, the prince regent quite enjoyed this process of pitting his wits against hers.
"That... might just be a difference in variables. After all, Lola is more mature than you, so I suppose the capacity for storage is slightly different..."
Faust initially tried to explain seriously, but as he met the playful gaze in the black-haired girl's beautiful eyes, he knew she wasn't looking for an explanation. She wanted him to use action to make up for the deficit and treat everyone equally.
Hold on, just a few hours ago, her consciousness was a blur, her mind was hazy, and her mouth was full of nonsense, yet how long had it been before she dared to challenge him again?
I have the great thunder mark (incomplete), but what about you? Are you some kind of monster?!
Faust felt once more just how much a witch was an existence that defied common sense. If he didn't have the blessing of mystery traits, he doubted any man could survive the love of a witch with any energy left to be unfaithful.
To ensure that a witch found happiness, the system actually made them this demanding?
What a despicable method! Yet he had to admit it was remarkably effective.
Just as Faust was feeling troubled, a knock came at the door.
"Knock, knock—"
Then came Viviana's question:
"Your Highness, is it convenient for us to enter?"
"Please, come in," Faust said with a sigh of relief. It wasn't that he was afraid of Selena, but he didn't want to spend more time on this. There was serious business to attend to today, especially the need for an open and honest talk with the witches.
The door opened and Viviana walked in. Behind the pale-blonde girl followed Her Majesty the Queen in a black gauze dress.
Seeing this, Faust said with surprise, "Lola came too? That's perfect, we can discuss things together."
"Ugh—"
The moment Lola saw Faust, she froze in her tracks. A look of dread appeared on her exquisite, beautiful face, and she unconsciously bit her red lip.
Her delicate body, tightly wrapped in one-piece black tights, trembled slightly as if she had seen a natural predator. A high warlock, the dignified Queen of Midwinter, was actually shrinking back, not daring to step forward.
Selena sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed, supporting her cheek with one hand. Seeing this, she laughed:
"Look at that. A certain reckless beast has frightened Her Majesty the Queen so much that she's been left with quite the psychological shadow."
"No... it's not a bad memory," Lola spoke up to refute. She pressed her hand firmly against her flat stomach, as if feeling a twitching phantom pain.
The Queen of Midwinter's beautiful eyes cautiously sized up Faust:
"I just... I just need a little time to adapt to this child's..."
Seeing that he had thoroughly overwhelmed the high warlock, Faust could only shake his head with a wry smile.
How was he supposed to know Lola would be such a weakling!
To be honest, Faust had thought Selena would be the weakest in last night's battle. After all, Viviana was a given; she had been defeated by the prince for three months with the records to prove it.
Lola's mature, cold, and seductive aura was also quite formidable, while only Selena was a relatively inexperienced young girl. She seemed like the type who talked big but would fold instantly when things got real.
But in reality, the most mature-looking one was the one who performed the most poorly.
So battle-sweet weaklings really do exist! I thought that was just a joke!
Faust gestured for the two who had just entered to sit down, then said solemnly:
"Everyone, I believe I have already proven my heart and my capabilities through my actions. Do any of you still have doubts regarding this?"
"............"
The girls looked at each other and nodded in silence without any objection. Even Selena only frowned slightly.
There was no helping it; after witnessing Faust's Great Thunder, no female would dare, or even have the right, to claim she could monopolize this man.
Seeing this, Faust let out a greatly relieved sigh, knowing he had succeeded.
By using an absolutely overwhelming, nearly monstrous capability, Faust had used brute force to shatter the absolute possessiveness imposed on the witches by the witches' feast, significantly diminishing their desire for exclusivity.
Of course, this method definitely wouldn't root out the romantic battlefield between the witches entirely. After all, a witch's love was not that shallow; beyond the physical, the union of souls was also of paramount importance.
Jealousy would likely still occur, but the situation probably wouldn't be too intense. As for how to balance the relationships between the witches... he could only take it one step at a time.
For now, Faust intended to look toward the future.
"Now then, we can discuss serious business. First, regarding the matter of uniting the crowns of the Qingxi Kingdom and the Midwinter Kingdom—what method should we use to proceed?"
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