Free Web NovelChapter 424: Chapter 41: Really Think You’re the Main Palace?
Traveling the main route from Yuanshi Territory to the Central Royal Court, riding the wind and waves, took less than two days. The second wave of reinforcements was just as fast, arriving at the Royal Court’s harbor in a very short time.
Westheid had come early to welcome his long-separated lovers. The Wind Law Queen accompanied him, surrounded by many of the Royal Court’s high-ranking ministers. The display of pomp was at its absolute peak.
"Teacher West!"
Before the ship had even docked, Mivana was the first to leap off the Wave-Breaking Ship, flying into Westheid’s arms. The Wolf-eared Maiden pressed her cheek against the man’s, rubbing against him desperately. Her fluffy beast ears twitched, a clear sign of her extreme happiness.
"Mivana, it’s been a while."
Westheid smiled and patted the Lady Knight on the back, letting her express her affection freely.
Mivana’s excitement didn’t last long. After rubbing against him for a moment—or more accurately, after replenishing herself with Westheid’s scent—she pulled away and looked at the Royal Court Elves present.
As a welcoming party... it was a bit too dominated by women.
No, it would be more accurate to say there were no male Elves at all. It was a uniform sea of beautiful female Elves. As far as the eye could see, Westheid was the only male creature present.
As for the reason... it was naturally Westheid’s pillow talk (not really). Following Duke Qinghui’s "suggestions" and "arrangements," the Wind Law Queen, who was gradually reclaiming her authority over the Royal Court, had reshuffled personnel. She had transferred all the male Elves holding important positions within the Central Royal Court out of the center, dispatching them to other Cities in the Lake.
Their positions were then filled by the Elves who were involved with Westheid, effectively replacing everyone inside and out of the Central Royal Court with his own people.
It wasn’t that Duke Qinghui was intolerant, or that he was playing some game of shunning his own gender out of repulsion. It was simply that he couldn’t guarantee the loyalty of the male Elves. Even if they showed him admiration, they were far less reliable than the Elf Noble Ladies who were infatuated with him.
If anyone was to blame, it could only be his own depraved Charm that only worked on the opposite sex.
Mivana stretched her elegant neck, her nostrils flaring as she took a deep sniff of the surrounding air. She hummed in affirmation and nodded.
"Hmph, hmph... West’s scent is everywhere here. Everything’s been marked. Very good, very good."
When Mivana said "good," she genuinely meant it; there was no sarcasm. The Beastman perspective had always been this way. The more greedily and domineeringly Westheid sowed his seed, the more it proved how excellent and powerful her partner was.
Besides, arriving in an unfamiliar environment and discovering a familiar scent naturally put the Wolf-eared Maiden in an extremely pleasant mood.
"Chief Knight of Yonglan, hello, I..."
Ailorus had been observing the interaction between Mivana and Westheid. Only after the Wolf-eared Maiden pulled away did she take a step forward and clear her throat. But just as she was about to speak, she saw a silver-haired girl with dragon horns stride over decisively. Without a word, the girl grabbed Westheid and started kissing him ravenously.
Reiya’s expressions of affection had always been a case of "all or nothing." Every reunion after a long separation was met with an extremely fervent response.
This time was no exception. The White-haired Dragon Lady kissed her lover directly, and in the most intoxicating and profound way possible. She acted as if no one else was there; in Reiya’s eyes, no one else existed.
"!!!"
Unbeknownst to them, this action made the petite Wind Law Queen tremble. Her holy cyan eyes widened as she watched her fiancé being forcefully and thoroughly kissed by the Silver-haired Princess.
Reiya held Westheid tightly, French kissing him for nearly ten minutes before pulling away, still not fully satisfied. She gently wiped away a sticky thread of saliva with a slender, pale finger, then closed her eyes to savor the aftertaste.
Seeing this, Ailorus finally couldn’t hold back any longer. She clutched the hem of her dress and said indignantly to Reiya:
"You! You, you, you, you... How could you be so rude?! Are all Imperial Citizens this shameless and depraved?"
Hearing the Elf Lolita’s words, Reiya, who was still savoring the taste of the long kiss, slowly opened her eyes. Her magnificent Cang Tong, tinged with a Dragon’s majesty, glanced at the fuming Ailorus, then at the Elves behind her, and said:
"How strange. All of you have fallen at West’s feet, shamelessly craving pleasure. What right do you have to accuse me of being shameless and depraved?"
To be fair, Reiya wasn’t a particularly lustful person. Compared to Mivana, or even by any rational standard, she was relatively restrained. Most of her time with her lover was spent cuddling and talking; her mind wasn’t constantly filled with thoughts of ’tutoring’. A Pure Love War God, indeed.
Thus, the Princess could speak with such righteous conviction. Hearing this, the melancholy, purple-haired beauty beside the Elf Lolita shyly lowered her head, because Reiya’s words were simply irrefutable. The Thousand Laws Royal Court had never been a place of strict asceticism, and in the time since Westheid’s arrival, it had become... too much to look at directly.
Wherever Duke Qinghui passed, his divine Charm ignited the yearning for beauty inherent in the Elf Royal Family’s bloodline. All reason and restraint were burned to ashes, leaving only an endless obsession with and attachment to the man.
’I want to be possessed! I want to be conquered! I want his attention!’
The Elf Royal Family, the influence of an Enchanter, a divine bewitchment... the combined effect was just that terrifying, comparable to the ultimate psychoactive drug. Any detailed description of it would be laughably futile.
The solemn and sacred Capital of the Realm of Order, the center of the Grand Ensemble, the origin of the Ten Thousand Wind Melodies, a court enveloped by flawless water and unblemished walls, had been reduced to a den of debauchery. You all should be ashamed, ashamed!
