Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 380 - 18: A Firm Foothold at Last

"Smoothly... If you’re talking about getting the troops acclimated, then yes, it’s going quite smoothly. But no one can say for sure how they’ll perform until we actually set foot on the battlefield."

Ailorus tilted her head. "So, can we win?"

"We will win."

Westheid waved his hand without a second thought and declared:

"Because my presence here means victory upon victory. That’s beyond question. Don’t worry. At worst, we’ll face some troublesome opponents, but since I began my campaigns, no enemy has ever managed to defeat me!"

’Actually, there have been, but I always managed to turn the tables in the end. If you look at the long run, it’s as if they never happened!’

The Elf Lolita’s holy-cyan eyes shimmered as she gazed intently at Westheid, clutching her chest as she said:

"Ah, it’s a shame that I’m still so weak and inexperienced. I don’t even qualify to go to the battlefield. If I were a little more grown-up, perhaps I could take part in this epic battle."

Upon hearing this, Faticia immediately exclaimed, "Your Majesty! You absolutely mustn’t!"

"Your current mission is to study the Path of Resonance and master the Ten Thousand Wind Melodies. You needn’t worry about anything else, especially the battlefield... It would be best if you never set foot on one. At least, not before you reach the Legend rank..."

The melancholy beauty looked as if her eyebrows were on fire, terrified that Ailorus would personally lead the troops and, in a moment of carelessness, end up as a "foreign exchange student."

Ailorus had almost never seen her confidante this anxious. She waved her hand and said:

"I know, I won’t go... But if I just shut myself away, my progress on the Path will be too slow. I need to hear more stories, especially grand, stirring tales of heroes, to find inspiration."

"But I can’t leave this Royal Court. What am I to do about my lack of inspiration?"

The Elf Lolita’s bright eyes stared straight at Westheid, her intention exceedingly obvious. Because of this, Faticia also looked over with a pitiful, pleading gaze.

Silence spoke louder than words.

Westheid’s eyelids lowered slightly. "If the Grand Law Officer has no objections, I can share my own experiences to help you make progress on the Path of Resonance."

Helping Ailorus master the Ten Thousand Wind Melodies was not only an interaction that could increase her favorability, but getting her to grasp a mature form of the Ten Thousand Wind Law as soon as possible was also paving the way for future sharing.

He had to remember that the sharing effect of Heart and Soul’s Gift was to completely copy the target’s progress. Mastering only an Entry Level Specialty wouldn’t be very good, and Westheid was rather fond of getting things for free.

’Helping others is helping myself, after all!’

"Just don’t tell him!"

Unexpectedly, Ailorus blinked her eyes with a sly and pretty look, saying:

"Lord Eilvette may seem to control everything in the Royal Court, but his intelligence channels are very limited, you know... Hasn’t Lord Amithren already been captured by you? From the looks of it, she’s become completely obedient to you."

"If there are any other obstacles in your way, just take them down in one fell swoop, just like you did with Lord Amithren!"

The Wind Law Queen said in a rather cheerful tone, clenching her small fists and pumping them vigorously.

’Hold on, given your status, is that something you should be saying? And do you really know how I "took her down"?’

’Hmm... It seems she really does know.’

Even with Westheid’s composure, he found it difficult to respond to Ailorus’s words immediately, but this silence only lasted for a short moment.

"Anyone at all?"

The Elf Lolita put her hands on her hips and declared, "Anyone at all! I authorize it!"

Duke Qinghui smiled faintly. "With those words from you, I now know what to do next. Rest assured, I will eliminate all obstacles."

After that, Westheid continued to sit in the pavilion for a while longer, only taking his leave when the sky grew dark.

As the Wind Law Queen’s trusted attendant, Faticia saw Westheid off on behalf of Ailorus.

The purple-haired Tuner walked by Westheid’s side. Her indecently perfect figure exuded a potent charm with every movement, and a rich, lavender-scented fragrance assailed the senses, making it difficult not to feel a flush of heat.

If that were all, it would have been fine. Westheid wasn’t some Silver Demon who would lose control at the sight of a beauty so stunning you’d want to... well. His self-control was quite strong; maintaining his elegant demeanor was not a problem.

However, the purple-haired Elf beauty herself kept glancing his way. Her gaze was like that of a small animal, a lamb encountering a big bad wolf, filled with fear.

Finally, in the long, quiet corridor, Faticia spoke up weakly:

"D-Duke Qinghui?"

"What is it?"

The Elf beauty, her melancholic eyes veiled by a thin gauze, paused for a moment before mustering her courage to speak:

"Th... That is, although I am one of the Tuners, I left the Grand Law Officer’s faction a long time ago. Right now, I am loyal only to Her Majesty Ailorus, with absolutely no divided loyalties! S... So please spare me. I’m not... not ready to get pregnant."

"You didn’t actually believe Amithren’s nonsense, did you?"

Only then did Westheid realize what Faticia was afraid of. It turned out that Amithren’s previous wild talk had frightened her. Moreover, having just received a "do as you please" license from Ailorus, Westheid could now brazenly "violate by royal decree" any Elf Noble Lady in the Royal Court.

Faticia was therefore trembling, terrified that Westheid would target her next for a "ferocious scholarly discussion."

Heaven have mercy, Westheid truly had no such thoughts. Even if he were to choose a target, he would definitely start with a key figure from the wavering neutral faction, or from Eilvette’s faction.

"W-Was she... was she wrong?"