Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 376 - 16: You Will Definitely Get Pregnant

"Suit yourself."

Amithren’s feeble threat was just her trying too hard to maintain her persona. Westheid couldn’t be bothered to shatter the Elf Sister’s last bit of reserve.

After all, to be able to reverse the factional stance of a member of the Direct Lineage of the Pure Blood Faction in just a few days was an effect on par with using a hypnosis app.

’It’s too fast, way too fast. It feels like things are being rushed.’

’But on second thought, it’s not that fast. I’ve only secured one Stringed Swordmaster, and who knows how many important connections I’ll need to establish throughout the entire Thousand Laws Royal Court.’

’It’s a long and arduous road. Winning over Amithren was more of a proof of concept—that the plan I envisioned could be implemented in the Thousand Laws Royal Court.’

Even though the Grand Law Officer, Eilvette, currently held most of the real power in the Royal Court, the other factions weren’t useless. At the very least... they would be more than happy to see the arrogant Grand Law Officer lose her grip on power.

In fact, in the few days since Westheid’s arrival, he had already received numerous secret letters. All sorts of invitations, both overt and covert, were trying to win him over.

This was no surprise. Ever since Emperor Qianlu established the Royal Court, no civil war had ever broken out in this land. But that didn’t mean everyone was one big, happy, harmonious family.

It was simply that the Divine Ancestor did not permit war. But mortals were ultimately prone to conflict, and since war was forbidden, the only way to resolve disputes was through court politics.

Over thousands of years, every City in the Lake within the Royal Court had become rife with all sorts of conspiracies, factional strife, false accusations, and political marriages. Above the commoner class, the courtly complexity of the Thousand Laws Royal Court far surpassed that of the Imperial.

A situation like the present, where a single Grand Law Officer could blot out the sky with one hand, was exceedingly rare. Taking advantage of the separation between gods and mortals, she had seized control of all institutions by force and violently suppressed all opposition. This had clearly made many of the Royal Court’s nobles extremely dissatisfied, to the point that they saw Westheid, an outside power, as a variable to be ruthlessly exploited.

Amithren saw Westheid browsing through one invitation after another. Pretending to be unconcerned, she moved closer and sneered:

"Are you choosing a noble lady from another house again? You certainly have a lot of free time. I only hope you’ll exercise some restraint, Duke Qinghui. Venting your lewd desires is one thing, but please do not defile the pure bloodline of the Elf Royal Family."

Westheid chuckled. "You’ve got some nerve saying that. Weren’t you a member of the Pure Blood Faction?"

The coolly beautiful, silver-haired Elf froze at his words. She unconsciously caressed her flat stomach, a look of embarrassment and conflict on her face.

’If a member of the Elf Royal Family from the extremely conservative Pure Blood Faction were to give birth to a Half-Elf, her life would probably be over, wouldn’t it?’

’But it felt so good that she had completely forgotten something so important. In the throes of a pleasure that evaporated all reason, how could she have cared about anything else?’

"I..."

"Don’t worry," Westheid said, waving his hand. "At my current Tier, having children isn’t that simple. It’s something you’d have to calculate in units of decades."

He was not like a normal Imperial Citizen; he had no interest in procreating. Since his goal was the Ascension Ladder, his own eternity was a certainty. As for descendants, he could just follow the example of many of his Celestial God predecessors and directly choose a lucky group to carry on his legacy.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Here’s an Execution Officer from the Royal Court, and here’s an ancient family with a thousand-year legacy... None of them are probably of any use right now. Besides, many of them aren’t beautiful young women. I’m really not interested."

As Duke Qinghui read the letters, he asked Amithren, who was beside him, about the senders.

For now, the Elf Royal Family was highly susceptible to Westheid’s Charm. However, due to Emperor Qianlu’s Enchanter Attribute, sexual attraction still played a larger role. There was no point in dealing with cunning old foxes among the Royal Court’s elite—unless they were easy-to-handle noblewomen and young ladies. In that case, Westheid didn’t mind winning them over, mainly because it was more convenient and efficient.

In fact, if he had to name his single most important target, it would be the current Wind Law Queen, the young girl named Aelorus Jade.

If he remembered correctly, the Wind Law Queen should also possess a permanent Tier T0 Talent, [Wind Melody]. This was the supreme power within the Thousand Laws Ceremony system, the strongest note in the Grand Ensemble.

Besides, to pull off the feat of stealing a kingdom, the Wind Law Queen’s support was absolutely essential. In fact, it was precisely because Westheid knew the current ruler of the Royal Court was a young girl that he dared to entertain such a bold idea.

Even setting all these interests aside, Westheid wanted to meet Ailorus. It had been a long time since he had met someone who could go toe-to-toe with him when it came to the Charm Attribute.

"The Wind Law Queen... she doesn’t seem to have sent me a letter. I don’t quite understand."

Westheid tossed the thick stack of letters onto the table and sighed.

Given the favorability and closeness from their first meeting, he had thought the young girl would have invited him by now, especially since she had all but said she would.

"Ha? Duke Qinghui, what are you talking about?"

At his words, Amithren’s lips curled into a smile that was somewhere between indignation and ridicule.

"Not only do you plot to prey upon the people of the Royal Court, but you now dare to set your sights on Her Majesty the Queen? You’re making me want to laugh! There has to be a limit to your audacity, Duke Qinghui!"

The Silver-haired Elf Sister had her hands on her hips, her taunt not yet finished, when Mephit came CLATTERING up the stairs. He stopped before Westheid, bowed, and said:

"My Lord, someone has come to invite you."

Westheid took a sip of his tea and said: