Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 383 - 19: One Dares to Say, One Dares to Believe (2)

"Ah, your homeland seems to have some rather peculiar, conservative traditions, but is this really wise? It’s not that you’ll never get another chance for his exclusive attention, but such opportunities will become far rarer."

Ailu’er placed a slender finger to her lips and smiled.

"You’ve finally gotten a chance to get close to Your Majesty. If you miss it this time, who knows when the next will be. Once Her Imperial Highness Princess and the others arrive, it will become very difficult. Haven’t you seen that the Hecate sisters can already barely contain themselves?"

One must understand, countless people were obsessed with Westheid’s Charm, but the supply couldn’t meet the demand. Even though Duke Qinghui was practically a pile driver incarnate, a self-propelled cannon that had achieved Ascension—and there was absolutely no chance of him being overwhelmed—no matter how many came at him, the only result was for them to be brutally pounded and filled like cream puffs!

But even for a Westheid so magnanimous and virile, it didn’t mean you could have him just because you wanted him. Within Duke Qinghui’s harem, while there were no official concubine rankings like those for the Emperor of the Empire, a clear and orderly hierarchy existed in private.

Everyone’s priority with Westheid was determined by a set of rules, both overt and covert. Anyone who earned the right to move up the ranks had fought for it behind the scenes.

At the highest Tier were, without a doubt, Reiya and Mivana. As lovers who shared a Tier T0 Talent, their status was nearly on par with Westheid himself.

As long as those two were by Westheid’s side, there was no such thing as "sharing the love." All of Westheid’s time and energy would be monopolized, and everyone else could only obediently fade into the background.

But if these two T0s weren’t around, it was a free-for-all. Confidantes like Yolanda wouldn’t monopolize Westheid, leaving the various Courtiers to do everything in their power to win his affection.

As for the lower-ranking noble ladies and palace maids, each had to go through fierce competition, a true bloodbath, to finally break through the encirclement and earn the chance to grovel at their master’s feet.

Westheid was extremely pragmatic. If you wanted him to bed you, you first had to prove your worth or accomplish something significant.

To desire the Star Fury Power and not obtain it... one could call it the height of cruelty.

As Elaine listened to Ailu’er’s coaxing, her slender fingers unconsciously twirled a lock of her hair, her delicate brows knitting together slightly.

"That may be so... but you’re all acting as if you’ve been so thoroughly enchanted you’ve lost your minds."

"And what’s so bad about that?"

The Witch’s words were like a temptation from the deepest abyss. Ailu’er stretched languidly, revealing a sliver of her fair, lovely waist.

"You don’t have to worry about anything anymore, nor do you need to fret. Just believe in and rely on Your Majesty with your entire heart and soul. That is happiness!"

With that, the pure and beautiful Miss Witch, a smile playing on her lips, gently pushed the Black-haired Witch forward.

"Come, come. It’s because we’re sisters, like family, that I want to share this happiness with you."

"To be captivated by enchantment, so witless and blind... This is exactly why I hate it..."

Elaine gazed at her sister’s earnest, genuine smile, then shook her head and sighed.

Her body, however, had stopped resisting. Half-indulgent and half-resigned, she said:

"But... as long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters."

Westheid’s debaucherous days continued for several more days. During that time, he also made a point of visiting Ailorus to raise his favor with the Little Queen.

During this time, Westheid gradually figured out how to best get along with the Wind Law Queen.

Ailorus loved listening to his stories.

It wasn’t just his heroic deeds from campaigns across the land; she was also extremely fond of his "Silver Handkerchief" tales.

In fact, compared to his regular stories, it was Westheid’s various "Silver Handkerchief" experiences that Ailorus was truly curious about.

Since she wanted to listen, he would tell her! What was there to hide!

He was so unrestrained that even Her Majesty the Queen’s trusted Tuner dared to try and stop him.

"Your Majesty has never been exposed to such... filthy knowledge. Duke Qinghui, please... please, that’s enough!"

For Faticia to be so audacious and presumptuous, Westheid should have roared, "The Queen loves to hear it, so who the hell are you to object?!" and then taken the timid, mature, and alluring Elf beauty right then and there.

But an invitation from the Grand Law Officer saved Faticia, and the violet-haired Tuner temporarily escaped the fate of being pounded into a cream puff.

After all, compared to such trivial interludes, the Grand Law Officer seeking him out could only mean one thing: the war was finally about to begin.

At the legion encampment on the outskirts of the Royal Court, Westheid met with him again. The tall, stern Eilvette, dressed in white robes, began with a placid greeting.

"Duke Qinghui, it has been some time since you arrived at the Royal Court. I trust you are accustomed to your stay?"

Before Westheid could speak, Amithren, who stood beside him, snorted coldly and gripped the hilt of her sword.

"Duke Qinghui has accomplished little of substance these days. He’s been too busy acting like a dog in heat, venting his lust everywhere and marking his territory wherever he goes."

Seeing Amithren’s contemptuous and disdainful expression, Westheid’s memory suddenly felt a little muddled.

’Wait, is this Silver-haired Elf Sister, with her current cold and noble demeanor, really the same person whose eyes were rolling back in ecstasy last night?’

’Is it possible you’re the one who got marked?’

A certain Elf Knight’s insatiable lust had left a deep impression on the seasoned and battle-hardened Westheid.

However, he knew Amithren was just creating a smokescreen, painting all his clandestine operations as mere lechery in order to lull Eilvette into a false sense of security.

Amithren sneered.

"Duke Qinghui has brought his Imperial tricks to the Royal Court. Sowing chaos, deceiving the innocent with his little schemes... he’s nothing more than the embodiment of base desire."

In truth, any careful scrutiny would reveal that the Silver-haired Elf Knight’s words didn’t hold water. However, just as Ailorus had said, Eilvette was very single-minded in his methods. He had placed only a single watch on Westheid, with no backup plan.

And so, one was bold enough to say it, and the other was naive enough to believe it.

Eilvette’s expression remained impassive upon hearing this. He simply said flatly:

"Those romantic affairs... are a matter of personal freedom. I won’t interfere. All that matters is that Westheid remembers why he is here. If any illegitimate children result from this, I hope they will be taken out of the Thousand Laws Royal Court with you when you leave."

The Pure Blood Faction rejected mixed bloods. Yet no matter how much they resisted, whenever the Divine Ancestor’s Enchanter Attribute flared up, there were always plenty of royals who’d have illicit affairs, to the point that Half-Elves became rampant.

What could be done? They could only turn a blind eye and transfer the Half-Elves away from the Royal Court.

Whether they were assigned to posts abroad or naturalized in other nations, it was all the same.

Rozana was a classic example. Her father was a prominent figure within the Jade Royal Family, but the most he could do was hide his daughter in the Royal Court for ten years. Afterward, he was forced to send her away to the Yuanshi Territory.

Westheid shrugged, flashing a textbook libertine’s smile. "You jest, Grand Law Officer. I merely had a few small encounters with some beautiful Elves. What’s the harm in that? Surely the Royal Court doesn’t restrict even that level of fraternization?"

"I should hope so. In any case, these are private interactions."

Eilvette didn’t wish to dwell on the matter. After all, the King of the Wheel’s reputation preceded him; everyone knew what kind of man he was.

His expression sharpened, and he lifted his chin slightly.

"Duke Qinghui, I hope that while you are sating your carnal desires, you still have the energy to focus on the business at hand."

"The Royal Court is prepared to retake our lost lands. We will now advance on the territory occupied by the Demon, the Master of Decay. If the Qinghui Legion intends to join us, please come. If you are not yet prepared to fight alongside us, say so now. Regardless of your participation, this war of reclamation is inevitable."

"What are you talking about, Your Excellency?"

Westheid laughed upon hearing this.

"I’ve been waiting for this!"