What made me this way? Well, there were many factors.
The maid corps of the Qingxi kingdom were definitely the primary culprits. I don’t know who was responsible for specifically selecting mature, beautiful, and gentle older women to be my personal attendants since childhood.
Oh, it was me. Never mind then.
Secondly, there was my royal sister, Yusewood, and my childhood friend, Viviana. Why did they have to look so cold and noble while possessing bodies that were practically an invitation to sin!
You're both to blame as well!
Alas, growing up in such an environment, Faust felt that it wasn't his fault his aesthetic tastes had been molded this way.
In comparison, while Snow White's figure was quite good—especially her long, shapely legs and an unbelievably slender waist that indeed showcased an extreme feminine grace.
If someone were to paint a portrait of Selena or carve a statue of her, even a tenth of her beauty would be enough to win an award for the greatest artistic creation.
Unfortunately, Faust was a vulgar man who preferred the popular taste; if they weren't well-endowed, they just wouldn't do.
"Ugh..."
Selena bit her finger slightly, letting out a soft moan from her throat like a small animal.
"Your aesthetic... is truly vulgar."
Faust nodded humbly. "Thank you for the compliment."
"Forget it."
The princess of Midwinter exhaled softly and opened her arms. "In that case, help me dress."
"As you wish, Your Highness."
Faust followed her lead, stepping forward to help the royal daughter of Midwinter dress. His words and actions were the picture of asceticism and restraint.
He kept his eyes straight, acting out of affection but stopping at the bounds of propriety.
After getting dressed, Selena straightened the jabot at her chest and suddenly spoke.
"However, even for such vulgar aesthetics, true beauty is enough to encompass them. Eternal beauty does not mean complete stagnation."
"Hmm?"
Faust tilted his head in confusion.
The black-haired girl tilted her chin up, presenting her elegant profile to the man, and smiled.
"What I mean is, I haven't stopped growing yet. One day, I will be no different from my mother."
With that, Selena put her hands behind her back and hummed a tune as she lay down on the chaise longue by the fireplace.
Watching the girl's silhouette, Faust fell into thought.
The queen of Midwinter, huh... He really hadn't seen her, but looking at Selena, if she were a mature version of Snow White... Hiss, he was a bit looking forward to it.
【To be honest, I really didn't expect you to endure for so long,】 Mephistopheles remarked.
【Normally, when two young people of the right age who are attracted to each other are in a room together, wouldn't they have already started mating like monkeys? There's nothing wrong with it; it would allow you to establish a deep connection with the witch as quickly as possible.】
The prince of Qingxi replied with a composed air:
"You don't understand. A little impatience spoils great plans. Selena is different from Viviana; naturally, I must analyze the specific problem and find a specific solution."
Faust was indeed fond of beauty, but he was also someone who could endure and think clearly. Mere physical instincts and desires would never make him lose his sanity.
"It's very simple to deepen favor by any means necessary, but that makes it difficult to utilize the fate-star of a 【witch】. "
As Mephistopheles had said before, the personalities of the 【witch】 types were all strange and obsessive.
Viviana's love for him was almost distorted; she was fanatically in love while simultaneously repressing herself, which resulted in a persona and a split personality.
Locking the prince in a basement for some hard-core Love-Float TV sessions—that was a bit too much.
But for 【Cinderella】, as long as he could make her feel that the prince had sincerely reformed, then no matter what Faust did, this witch with over a decade of deep feelings would steadfastly support him.
To be honest, that was pure tutorial-level difficulty; even my grandmother could pass it.
On the other hand, 【Snow White】 undoubtedly increased the difficulty. She had her own unique aesthetic persistence; all her behavior and conduct had to conform to "beauty." If something wasn't beautiful enough, life held no pleasure.
And in terms of personality... how should he put it? Such a narcissistic person was unlikely to become someone's worshiper.
Even though the 【witches' feast】 would engrave the underlying code of attraction into a witch's soul, it was important to remember that different people fall in love in different ways.
Compared to Viviana's "The prince is my god!", Selena wanted her lover to become her loyal follower. This wasn't about the depth of emotion, but simply a matter of personality and preference.
But for the ambitious Faust, this was not ideal at all. He had to correct this sternly!
In short, taking a lesson from Viviana's advanced experience, he would first let this princess of Midwinter start repressing herself too. Restraint is the right way; it's not about fooling around, I'm telling you.
The era of great suppression has begun.
Thinking this, Faust adjusted his position, sat on the carpet, and began to meditate while leaning against the chaise longue.
Seeing this, Selena reached out her finger, gently stroking Faust's back, and began to softly sing a newly learned ballad.
"La la la la..."
Amidst the crackling of the fireplace and the lullaby-like song, both seemed immersed in the romantic and quiet atmosphere of the night.
They rested like this until the early morning, when a commotion interrupted his meditation.
Faust and Selena shared a look, stood up, and looked out the window.
They saw the frost-walkers lined up in perfect formation, marching toward the main gate.
"What's going on? What are they doing at this hour?"
They had lived in the Mountain Father for so long that they knew the frost-walkers' patterns of activity were as regular as robots... Oh, they were robots.
In any case, these constructs had never engaged in behavior outside of their programming.
Just as Faust was wondering, a sphere representing the titan's core flew in and explained the situation to them.
"Princess, we have encountered intruders."
...................
Outside the Mountain Father, the grail knight and the Midwinter kingdom's legion arrived almost simultaneously, setting up camp in adjacent positions.
"Another... ancient, blasphemous existence."
Dathrohan gazed at the grand megastructure on the horizon, his eyes narrowing slightly.
Even with his decades of conquest and adventure, he had rarely seen such a magnificent miracle.
"The number of frost-walkers in the Mountain Father is approximately four thousand."
Standing beside Dathrohan was the prime minister of the Midwinter kingdom. Arcturus was in full military attire, mounted on his warhorse, as he spoke to the grail knight:
"The ordinary frost-walkers go without saying; you've seen them before. But the ones you need to watch out for are the titans. Their size is... quite exaggerated."
Dathrohan waved his hand dismissively. "It matters not. I have hunted great beasts before. At the end of the day, they are just tin boxes."
Arcturus remained silent for a moment before asking:
"Are the frost-walkers really ancient, blasphemous creations?"
Dathrohan replied, "Of course. In the past, people once attempted to touch the domain above the heavens and were punished by the sacred deity. These alchemical creations of your realm are the products of that time. I have destroyed many; I could never mistake them."
"You need not worry. The sins committed by your ancestors will not be borne by their descendants, but these ancient, blasphemous things must be destroyed. Only then can the lingering poison of your kingdom be cleansed."
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