Chapter 136 | Reincarnated as a Prince in a Twisted Fairy Tale World

【His power increased day by day; his name became a terror to all; success followed him in everything he did.】

【He amassed more wealth in his capital than anywhere else. He ordered the construction of many magnificent palaces, churches, and arcades. All who saw these splendid scenes said, "What a great prince!"】

【The prince looked at his gold and his majestic buildings and couldn't help but share the sentiment: "What a great prince! However, I must have more, much more! I will not allow any other power in the world to equal mine, let alone surpass it!"】

【Thus, he waged war against all neighboring countries and conquered them. When he rode through the streets in his chariot, he would put gold chains on the captive kings and tether them to his vehicle. At mealtime, he forced these kings to kneel at the feet of him and his courtiers, throwing breadcrumbs from the table for them to eat.】

【Now the prince ordered his statues to be erected in all squares and palaces, and even wished to place them before the altars of churches. But the priests said: "Your power is indeed great, but the power of the gods is much greater. We dare not do such a thing."】

【"Very well then," said the wicked prince, "I shall conquer the gods!"】

【Filled with pride and folly, he spent seven years building ingenious ships that could sail through the air, for he hoped to storm the fortresses of heaven. He recruited a powerful army from his territories.】

【"I will defeat the gods!" he declared. "I have made this vow, and my will must be fulfilled!"】

【The prince, having so decided, led his great army toward the firmament, intending to...】

The text stopped abruptly, causing Faust, who was reading with great interest, to click his tongue in annoyance.

Why did it stop here? Where was the rest!

The following page was covered in various messy symbols, from which Faust could only discern a few scattered sentences:

【All of this will be void, I will not let it happen...】

【Never...】

What did that mean?

Just as the prince was lost in confusion, a cold voice reached his ears.

"Faust... what are you doing?"

Standing at the door was the princess, her slender figure clad in a simple gauze dress. Her silver-gray hair was tied in a ponytail with a black ribbon, and her beautiful face, always carrying an air of mystery and sharpness, was as cold as frost.

Her sage-blue eyes glared at Faust with a look as if she were staring at non-combustible trash.

"Entering my room without permission... I don't recall our relationship being this close."

Royal sister, that's a bit too much.

Though his memory was a bit fuzzy, Faust vaguely felt that their relationship had been quite good when they were children—kind sister and respectful brother. When exactly had Yusewood started to dislike him?

Could it be because his true nature was exposed a few years later, leading his royal sister to look down on him with infinite disdain?

Faust stood up and said, "Royal sister, I came to find you, but since no one was in the room..."

Swish—

Yusewood didn't listen to Faust's explanation at all. She walked straight over to the desk, forcefully pushing the man aside even if it meant pressing directly against him.

Faust had never been this close to his royal sister before; they were practically glued together, allowing him to catch a whiff of a subtle fragrance.

This scent caused Faust's mind to wander, as if he were seeing a courtyard surrounded by greenery, lakes, and mist.

Until a cold, disgusted voice pulled him back to reality.

"How much longer do you plan on pressing against me? You shameless, filthy bastard."

Faust quickly separated himself from his royal sister, releasing the rounded curves that had been compressed out of shape.

"Oh, sorry."

The prince took a few steps back and bowed his head.

"I was distracted. Royal sister, I didn't mean to pry into your privacy. I thought it was just spell notes, but are you... writing little stories?"

The silver-gray-haired princess covered her chest and casually closed the notebook.

"It's just an invalid story. It has no reference value."

Yusewood didn't seem particularly angry that Faust had seen the contents of the notebook. In contrast, her graceful body stood firmly in front of the desk drawer, her intent to hide something being more than obvious.

Was there something in the drawer that couldn't be seen?

Faust withdrew his gaze. He wasn't that curious; since it was Yusewood's privacy, there was really no need to investigate.

"So, what do you want with me?"

Meeting his sister's sage-blue eyes, the prince spoke of business.

"I wanted to ask for your help in setting up a teleportation circle. In the Qingxi Kingdom, only you, royal sister, have the ability to assist with the setup."

"A teleportation circle?"

"Yes, to build a small-scale teleportation circle between the Qingxi royal capital and the Midwinter royal capital. Lola Mama is a high warlock, so she can maintain this teleportation circle permanently in her spell workshop."

Yusewood's brow twitched. "Mama?"

Faust: "Uh!"

Not good, a slip of the tongue revealed his true feelings.

His royal sister already viewed him as a debauched pervert; now there was no way to clear his name.

However, the disdain and ridicule Faust expected didn't come. On the contrary, the silver-gray-haired princess widened her eyes, looked Faust up and down, and asked, "Are you referring to that Queen of Midwinter?"

Faust pursed his lips. "Yes. Although it's a bit embarrassing to say, I do indeed use that nickname for Lola."

Yusewood: "Why would you say that? To you, shouldn't they just be trophies used to vent your animal lust and show off your achievements?"

Uh, that's a bit of a reversal.

Who is whose trophy exactly?

Even with the boost from the 【great thunder mark】, Faust had a very clear understanding of his position: he was a fate-defier clinging to the thighs of 【witches】. Only by clinging to those thighs did he dare to provoke the wheel of destiny.

Otherwise, even a god with the full divine authority of the 【Great Thunder】 would be crushed in an instant if they dared to express defiance.

The reason Faust dared to train supreme fate like a dog was because he played the role of the 【witches'】 massager well, thus blurring the tracks of fate.

The tall and handsome prince placed a hand over his heart and said, "Royal sister, you seem to have a deep misunderstanding of me. Well, in my previous narration, I deliberately omitted many things. After all, they involved private emotions and weren't convenient to discuss."

"But since you have such a misunderstanding, I must explain..."

The Prince of Qingxi then proceeded to talk incessantly to his royal sister about his preferences. Although it sounded strange, it was a matter of principle that could not be compromised.

Yusewood actually listened to his explanation seriously. Finally, she nodded and crossed her arms, propping up her curves in a way that completely contradicted her cold temperament.

"I understand. As long as she is a mature, charming, and voluptuous beauty, she can be your mother, right?"

Faust was choked by this sharp summary and quickly argued, "No, what I crave is the most primal impulse of life, a haven to escape the cold reality, a place to accommodate the softest part of my heart..."