"phit?!"
Westheid frowned and quickly sat up.
"Yes, I am here."
phit nodded gently and replied in a soft voice, standing obediently by the bedside.
Westheid first checked his body. As expected of soone with an athlete’s constitution, after a period of rest, the damage caused by the Soul Burning Technique had completely healed. Now, he could only feel abundant power flowing through his limbs.
"How long was I asleep?"
Westheid asked as he observed his surroundings.
Just as he’d sensed, he was in a spacious bedroom. The ceiling around the crystal chandelier was covered in reliefs, and a pale red carpet was laid out on the floor.
For the Imperial Nobility, this room might be called plain, but considering this was likely a palace residence in Gale Heart, it was already considered luxurious.
After all, the Knight Realm had no love for decadent and hedonistic ways. ’You should be glad they didn’t put you on a frozen bed for ascetic training.’
phit replied, "It has been three days since you ascended to the throne. You have rested for three full days."
’Three days, huh...’
The length of ti wasn’t unexpected. The Soul Burning Technique was, after all, a type of Forbidden Technique. Compared to the Celestial Blessing phit had received, its side effects were far greater. It was only natural that she would recover first.
"...So, what’s with you now? Did I finally beat so sense into you?"
Westheid looked at the blue-haired knightess standing by his bed. With her lowered gaze and obedient posture, she was so demure and respectful it was like she was a completely different person.
If he hadn’t clearly seen her face, Westheid would have thought the one waiting on him was a well-mannered, elegant maid, and not the renowned Grand Knight of the Country of Yonglan.
Then again, the knightess’s beauty was by no ans inferior; one could even call it quite soft and alluring. It was just that her usual expression was too unrestrained and wild, forcing Westheid to see her only as a Warrior.
But at this mont, the bright light from the window shone on her cheeks. Her beautiful face, like a petal under the moon, was exquisite and flawless. Her sky-blue hair fell to her shoulders, its slightly curled ends resting on her delicate collarbones, showcasing the loveliness of a young maiden.
Her fair cheeks were faintly flushed. Her indigo eyes, veiled by thick lashes, gazed at him with an undisguised, fervent intensity that even Westheid found hard to bear.
Hearing Westheid’s question, phit placed her white-gloved left hand on her chest and replied:
"Yes, my King. I completely acknowledge you as the sovereign who will lead Yonglan. The qualities and strength you have shown are the very reason you are King!"
phit sighed, looking down at her clenched fist.
"The body I’ve trained for years, the techniques I’ve learned, the fighting style I’ve honed, and even my improvisational creativity—I used them all... I wanted to convey all of that to you."
"I thoroughly enjoyed that battle, but you did not use your full strength against . For that, I am very sorry."
Westheid: "..."
’If we’re talking about full strength... it’s true I didn’t go all out.’ He could have pushed the Soul Burning Technique further by sacrificing more of his life force, but that was reserved for life-or-death situations. His fight with phit hadn’t reached that level.
Generally speaking, his previous battle with phit could be considered an all-out effort. However, considering the blue-haired girl was also "cheating," Westheid could say with a clear conscience:
"It’s fine. I was also very satisfied with the fight. As a Yonglan Knight, you are already outstanding."
This was not a lie. In Westheid’s opinion, if the Yonglan Riding God weren’t separated from the mortal world, phit, with her incredibly high affinity for Divinity, might have been able to permanently maintain the Riding God’s blessing and beco a true Tier-0 Divine Chosen.
’But as it is... I can only say she has a promising future. Recruiting her as a subordinate with considerable combat power is definitely an excellent outco.’
phit bowed her head. "Thank you for your praise. I will take it to heart and use you as my model, never slackening in my training."
Westheid nodded in satisfaction. No matter how fiercely phit had fought him before, as the Steel Will Guardian, it was simply her duty. He could separate the person from the role.
The new Knight King slowly walked to the window. He gazed down at the magnificent, snow-swept tropolis below and the Yonglan Knights moving between the streets and fortresses, then asked:
"Where are Mivana and the others?"
"While you were resting, the Grand Knights from all over Yonglan began their journey to Gale Heart for their pilgrimage. Her Imperial Highness Princess and the Lord of Dusk Lamp Territory are acting on your behalf, using force to awe and intimidate them."
Standing behind Westheid, phit continued, "There are also a few Grand Knights who fail to see the bigger picture. They required the Grand Knights garrisoned in Gale Heart to cooperate with your two lovers to deliver swift punishnt."
"Then why are you the one watching over my bedside?"
Westheid asked curiously. If the Knight King needed attendants, a few maids would suffice. Why would a distinguished Steel Will Guardian be needed to fetch water and wash his feet?
"Because compared to the trivial matters of the Zitherheart Clan, I have a far more important mission."
phit raised her head, her eyes sparkling.
"That is to be on standby as your bitch, my King."
"Hm? What did you say?"
Westheid had heard a rather astonishing word from phit’s lips and couldn’t process it for a mont.
phit clasped her hands before her chest and emphasized once more, "My King, in accordance with the promise from our duel, I will exist for the rest of my life as your bitch. I am your loyal hound, your sword."
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