Free Web NovelChapter 422: Chapter 40: Up to Your Old Tricks Again, Teacher West
Westheid was actually the first to spot Ailorus’s petite figure, but he was trapped by a flock of beautiful, chattering women and couldn’t get away. It wasn’t until Faticia coughed that Westheid found a perfect excuse to slip out.
"Brother West, good day."
The Elf Lolita folded her hands over her stomach and gave the man a small smile.
"It’s been a long time, but I’ve been keeping a close eye on you."
Ailorus had clearly taken great care in dressing up before coming. She wore a white dress that was both elegant and gorgeous, with open-work designs on the shoulders and sides, and a hemline that stopped just above her knees. Despite revealing large patches of fair skin, there wasn’t a hint of vulgarity; instead, it made her look even more pure and lovely.
Her long, golden hair was woven into an exquisite braid at the back of her head, with a few strands falling to her shoulders, shimmering brilliantly in the sunlight.
When the Elf Lolita smiled and tilted her head slightly, even Westheid was dazed for a moment.
For the naturally beautiful Wind Law Queen, her unadorned, lovely face already touched the pinnacle of Extraordinary Charm. That her charm could daze even Westheid spoke for itself.
’She’s absolutely gorgeous!’
Ailorus’s holy-green eyes were full of gentleness and purity. She lowered her gaze slightly and said:
"It is all thanks to Brother West’s bloody battles and constant conquests that the Royal Court was able to achieve such a glorious victory."
Westheid smiled. "Every victory I have won in the Land of Rhythm was for you. Why thank me?"
The moment he finished speaking, Ailorus’s eyes widened. She lightly covered her lips, looking pleased and satisfied.
In the Mortal World, those words carried immense weight. Martial spirit was a virtue etched into the very bones of any kingdom, and when courting someone, offering them one’s own military achievements was by far the most effective method.
Ailorus put her hands behind her back and bent forward slightly. "Mhm... that’s right. I’ve taken good care of all the spoils of war Brother West gave me. They all showcase your martial virtue."
The only spoils of war Duke Qinghui sought from slaying Demons was their Divinity. As for the other items the Demons left behind, Westheid had given them all to Ailorus.
’Looking at it now, it was really just moving something from my left hand to my right!’
The Elf Lolita took a few steps forward, her lovely little face almost bumping into the black-haired, purple-eyed man’s nose. But the Wind Law Queen wasn’t trying to make a bold move; she simply wanted a closer look at those deep, captivating, indigo-purple eyes.
Whenever Westheid met with Ailorus, he would kneel on one knee to speak with her on a more equal level, accommodating their height difference.
’Even though other high-ranking ministers of the Royal Court did the same, how could it be the same?!’
One was a subject, the other an ally. The difference was obvious.
"Your Majesty?!"
"Forgive us!"
"Your Majesty, please forgive us..."
After Westheid started talking with Ailorus, his divine Charm was directed entirely at her. As a result, the beautiful Elves who had been surrounding the man began to break free from their state of enchantment.
They were terrified at how they could have ignored Her Majesty the Queen. No matter how little prestige she held, she was still the legitimate King of Wind Law and the symbol of the Elf Royal Family’s rightful lineage.
Ailorus swept her gaze over her bowing, submissive subjects. She puffed out one cheek and said with dissatisfaction:
"Hmph... Is this how you show respect?"
"Please don’t be too hard on them. It was an irresistible force."
Westheid knew his own business best. For the Elf Royal Family, who by nature adore perfection and are obsessed with aesthetics, his Charm—enhanced by Divinity—was like a flame to moths. They couldn’t help but flock to him recklessly.
To criticize them for it would be a bit too harsh.
Since Westheid had spoken up for them, Ailorus didn’t say anything more. After all, these Elf Noble Ladies could be considered her own people. She waved her hand to dismiss the crowd, then walked slowly toward the bedchambers with Westheid.
"Brother West... you’ll be staying in the Central Royal Court for a long time after this, right?"
Ailorus walked on her tiptoes, glancing sideways at Westheid’s face as she spoke with a hidden meaning.
"Mhm. It’s not a good time to continue campaigning against the Demons. I’ve hit a bottleneck. So, I don’t plan on going to war again until this counterattack dies down."
Westheid nodded but didn’t say what the Elf Lolita wanted to hear.
Seeing that the man seemed to have completely forgotten about the matter, Ailorus grew a little anxious.
"What about that other thing? The very, very important thing!"
"Hm? What thing is that? I have no idea!"
It was rare to see Ailorus show such an adorable side, so Westheid’s old habits kicked in, and he deliberately started teasing her.
"Brother West, stop joking around! I... I, I..."
Westheid tilted his head. "But I really don’t remember. If Xiao Ai doesn’t tell me, how would I know?"
Ailorus had to clench her fists, stammering, "It’s... it’s about g-getting married! We’re going to become husband and wife!"
Even as a competent Wind Law Queen, she was ultimately still a pure and innocent young lady. As she said those words, her fair, delicate face flushed crimson, and she immediately cupped her burning cheeks with her hands.
This innocent reaction made Westheid feel a bit sentimental. For some time now, he had found it difficult to experience this kind of sweet, bashful shyness. He himself was a source of corruption; all he ever received was either fanatical, obsessive desire or a pure love so heavy it was suffocating. It had almost made him forget the very definition of innocent love.
