Ah, that.
Westheid recalled that during his fierce battle with phit, he had indeed spouted a lot of trash talk, including the harsh taunt that he would make her his dog.
"Honestly, you don’t have to take it so seriously. I never actually made that demand. Besides, weren’t you just talking to yourself that whole ti?"
"No, no, no, no, no! You may not care, but I was serious."
phit shook her head repeatedly and knelt solemnly before Westheid without a hint of hesitation, as if the proud spirit of a Yonglan Knight simply didn’t exist.
The blue-haired Knightess tilted her head up, her pretty face filled with deep infatuation. In a tone like a love confession, she said:
"Lord Westheid, your strength has made it clear to . If there is anyone who can walk the Path of the Knight and manifest the spirit of Yonglan, it can only be you!"
"Therefore, of my own free will, I ask the Divine Ancestor to bear witness! I swear to beco Westheid Qinghui’s faithful hound. If my king requires it, I will offer my flesh and my blood. I will tear at his enemies and accept his grace. As long as my king remains king, I shall entrust my very being to him!"
phit’s pledge of loyalty was unconditional; she recited the incredibly serious oath almost as if to herself. Even though the Celestial Gods had now vanished and could no longer give the oath its binding power, it was difficult for the faithful Yonglan People to be deceitful in an oath.
Just as Westheid was about to consider how to respond, a familiar shimr of light flashed across his retina.
[The web of love you have woven has taken effect.]
[You have shared phit Zitherheart’s Specialty: [Soul of Steel Will].]
[Soul of Steel Will]
[Legend says that before the Yonglan Riding God ascended to godhood, he endured countless tribulations and was forged into steel. Only those who have grasped the true Path of the Knight can receive this blessing.]
[This body is steel, its soul is fire. The more setbacks, the stronger it becos. A thousand tribulations cannot break its will.]
[Spirit Resistance greatly increased. Magic Resistance greatly increased. Grants the "Steel Will" authority, allowing one to imbue weapons or the body with Magic Power for enhancent.]
’Hm? This Talent... I was originally planning to get it from Mivana for free, but I ended up sharing it from phit first.’
’Still, this is good too. Even with the sa Talent, the effects granted by different sharers are not the sa.’
’To put it bluntly, Mivana’s talent for the Knight Path is limited. You could call her top-tier, but not an unparalleled genius. Her strength cos more from her Beastman nature and the curse in her bloodline.’
’In comparison, the blue-haired girl’s understanding of the Knightly Path and her adherence to the will of steel and storm far surpass Mivana’s.’
’Because phit... she is an extrely pure Knight. The other side of her absolute strength and ruthlessness is absolute loyalty and fanaticism.’
’Once she’s thoroughly beaten and has identified soone to pledge allegiance to, she imdiately prostrates herself. To her, all glory, status, and wealth are nothing compared to upholding the Path of the Knight.’
’And as it happened, my words and actions displayed the Path of the Knight through and through.’
As a multi-playthrough Knight King Old Deng, Westheid knew very well what kind of expectations and blessings the [Yonglan Riding God] had for His successors.
With my will, I shall command the world; with my great power, I shall rule all living things.
"...I accept your fealty. Now get up. You don’t need to call yourself a dog anymore. What kind of talk is that? A Knight King needs a King’s Knight by his side, and I think you’re a perfect fit!"
Westheid placed his hands on phit’s shoulders, intending to help her up.
For the sake of a T1 Talent like [Soul of Steel Will], phit suddenly looked quite charming in Westheid’s eyes. He had always been one to treat people based on their value to him.
Besides, gaining a loyal and promising Knight Princess was all benefit and no drawback.
However, after Westheid showed his magnanimity, phit didn’t seem to appreciate it. Instead, she remained rooted to the ground like a nail.
The blue-haired Knightess stubbornly shook her head.
"No, a faithful hound is a faithful hound. How can an ordinary King’s Knight compare?"
’You’re even trying to make it special! Is this sothing to be proud of?!’
Westheid almost laughed at phit’s statent, but the truly heavy-hitting part was her next words and actions.
The blue-haired Knightess prostrated herself on the floor, forehead pressed tightly against the back of her hands, assuming a perfect kowtow position.
"My king, please, as we agreed, take my virginity."
Huh?
Westheid’s brain short-circuited for a mont, but he quickly recovered and understood what phit ant.
His eyes widened in fury, and he pointed a trembling finger at her.
"So, so, so, you still have improper thoughts about , is that it?"
During his previous battle with phit, the blue-haired Knightess had scared Duke Qinghui witless with a single word: "rape." She had been dead serious; if Westheid had dared to lose, phit would have dragged him back and brutally violated him.
You could say Westheid had fought for his life to avoid that humiliating "bad end" CG.
"No, you’ve misunderstood!"
phit sensed Westheid’s anger and hurriedly explained:
"I did indeed have intentions of violating you before. That was the insult and possession of a victor over the vanquished. But what I am begging for now is for you, as the victor, to completely dominate and mark ."
"Only in this way will my body and soul thoroughly commit your strength to mory and complete the ritual of fealty."
’Hiss—if you put it that way, then that’s a different story.’
Hearing this, Westheid stroked his chin and sized up the Knightess:
Her snow-white, form-fitting, cinched knight’s ceremonial uniform accentuated her tall, sexy, and voluptuous figure, making her appear heroic yet as cold as frost, like a rose carved from ice.
Perhaps because her form-fitting knight’s uniform was a size too small, the fabric across phit’s chest was stretched taut without a single wrinkle, her bust jutting out in a way that defied gravity—though this was a common trait among Transcendents. To date, Westheid had yet to see one with a bad figure.
The few buttons strained to their limit creaked as if about to burst with every breath from her full, red lips. She even had to leave the top two collar buttons undone, revealing a large expanse of snowy, smooth skin, just to keep the uniform from ripping.
Her long, straight, and well-rounded legs were outlined in alluring lines by her snow-white trousers. In phit’s current posture, her well-proportioned calves squeezed her peach-like rear, distorting its shape.
’But then again, shouldn’t this "defeat" CG be considered my rightful spoils of war?’
Seeing Westheid remain silent for a long ti, phit raised her head and said with a flash of realization:
"Oh, right. As the one wagging my tail and begging for pity, my attitude has been far too arrogant."
Then, right in front of Westheid, the blue-haired Knightess began to undress.
First, the long white gloves, then the cape and shirt, followed by the belt, long boots, and pleated skirt... Every piece of clothing and accessory on her body was ticulously removed, folded neatly, and placed to the side.
When phit reached for her white, over-the-knee socks, Westheid finally spoke up:
"Wait. Don’t take off the socks."
"Yes."
phit obediently complied, then prostrated herself once more. She lifted one of Westheid’s feet and placed it on top of her head.
With this act, she silently demonstrated her attitude toward the master she had pledged loyalty to.
Westheid: "...Where did you learn this routine?"
phit replied without thinking, "I asked Miss Mivana for advice. She said this would be seen as sincere, and that you would definitely be pleased."
’Mivana, you’ve done well! You’ve done extrely well! Just telling outsiders about our private kinks, are you?!’
Westheid gave a resigned smile, sat down on the edge of the bed, and said:
"Since you’ve assud such a posture, then I, as the Monarch who is to accept your fealty, have no choice but to oversee so training... By the way, you were promoted from a Knight Apprentice, right? How many of the Apprentice skills do you rember?"
phit nodded. "All of them. I know every Apprentice skill by heart."
"In that case, co forward, servant, and polish my Lance!"
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