I just covet their strength

Chapter 18 Only longing
Westhead tilted his head: "You seem to have misunderstood something. I don't have any sympathy for Lesia. If I had this kind of emotion, it would be impossible to talk to her."

For a tough person like Lesia, so-called mercy is the ultimate form of discrimination and insult. She is never willing to accept any charity from above.

The man held his chest and said in an almost pious tone:
"I have nothing but pure affection and respect."

Westhead has always treated Lesia with this attitude, and only in this way can he open the heart of the silver-haired princess.

Rozana looked at Duke Qinghui seriously for a few times, frowned and said:

"When did your aesthetic become so different?"

Westhead: "If it is my XP, it has never changed. It is a very healthy and normal XP. You should know it very well. But my feelings for Resia are beyond love."

Rozana clearly saw a sincere and bright glimmer in the man's cyanotic purple eyes, as if what he reflected in his eyes was not a crippled bastard who was rejected by the ancestor of the gods and had no future.

But the fire of the soul, the light of hope.

The overly bright eyes made the half-elf maid's stomach and chest burn.

"Mr. Qinghui is truly deeply in love."

She didn't care that the silver-haired princess was not far away. She came to Westhead, bit the latter's earlobe, and then kissed Qinghui Gong's cheek over and over again.

"And you're still saying you're not jealous of your free time?"

"Yuanxi Palace ordered me to handle the bet with you in the next few days, and to record what you did. Yuanxi Palace thinks you are very interesting. Humph, you are really a sinful man."

Rozana's voice was filled with disgust and was incompatible with her actions.

Westhead patted the smooth and delicate back of the half-elf maid:

"Don't stay here, I'll be free later."

"Why, didn't Duke Qinghui tell the princess about your style? I thought that although you were licentious, you were at least an honest person."

Westhead looked not far away, staring blankly at Lesia here, and said slowly:

"It's the same now. I didn't hide it from Lesia, not now, and never again."

"Then she shouldn't have any opinions, otherwise even an outsider like me who doesn't care much about the filthy dragon's blood will look down on her."

Rozana hugged Westhead's neck even more boldly. The concern and concern shown by the other party really made her jealous, and she deliberately did something drastic.

There were obviously hundreds of ladies and gentlemen who had close relationships with Westhead, but Rozana had never had similar emotions.

Faced with the half-elf maid's forceful request for a kiss, Westhead did not refuse.

After a long and deep kiss, Rozana was satisfied:
"Okay, I won't bother you anymore. See you next time, Lord Qinghui."

The half-elf maid left as if in triumph.

"childish."

Westhead shook his head and said that although Rozana's behavior was inappropriate, he also felt that it was just right.

Rather, he brought Rozana here with the intention of stimulating Lesia.

It's time to give Leshia some strength.

After a while, Westhead walked up to the silver-haired princess who pretended to be nonchalant and asked:
"How does it feel? Are you still used to it?"

"Well, there's nothing unusual. This kind of prosthesis should be very expensive, right?"

Leixia said meaningfully that she knew Westhead was in financial difficulty, and hiring a light forging technician was not something he could afford.

Westhead shrugged and said, "It's indeed expensive, but I'm not footing the bill."

"Is it Miss Rozana? What is her relationship with Weiss?"

Lesia asked tentatively, then immediately shook her head: "I'm sorry if Wes doesn't want to answer, after all, you have your own life."

Seeing the silver-haired princess's hesitation, Westhead smiled and said:
"It's nothing actually. Rozana is my friend in the imperial capital." What kind of "friend" do you mean?
The silver-haired princess brushed the dull hair on her forehead, bit her lip lightly with her silver teeth, not knowing what she was thinking, and fell silent.

Westhead's eyes drooped slightly, and he suddenly said: "Is His Highness thinking of obscene things?"

"Ah, I, I didn't, I didn't think about it that deeply!"

Lesia leaned back and shook her head repeatedly, but the words she used to argue were self-defeating.

The silver-haired princess was immediately embarrassed, and her ears quickly became hot.

This reaction amused Westhead. Even though she may become a supreme master in the mortal world in the future, Lesia still retains some girlish sentiments.

"But I feel like you're thinking something very rude. Let me guess. Are you thinking that I got this prosthesis by virtue of my skills in bed?"

Leixia didn't dare to look Westhead in the eye: "I didn't say that."

"But that's what you think. I can see it. Oh, I'm really underestimated. Although I'm not wrong, I haven't fallen to this point. I won this gift honestly."

Westhead tilted his head and said: "[Endless Chess], does Your Highness Lesia know about it?"

".That board game? I know about it, but I haven't tried it."

Lesia shook her head.

Although she is a royal daughter, her treatment may not be as good as that of a servant of the Holy Tree Palace. Lesia has no power and is not qualified to make any demands. The only entertainment that can be called entertainment is browsing the library and the magic network.

[Endless War Chess] is a luxury game that requires spending money to buy cards. Although it is not expensive, ordinary citizens can also put together a few decks, but Lesia, who does not have a silver leaf at her disposal, is obviously not among them.

"I won this gift after defeating Yuanxi Palace in [Endless War Chess]."

Lesia: "Yuanxi Palace? Is there still a [Branch of Prosperity] in the imperial capital?"

"Well, she came to me about assisting the reconstruction of Qinghui Territory. We are both war chess enthusiasts, so we naturally played against each other."

"Assist Qinghui Territory in its reconstruction?"

Lesia keenly grasped the key point of Westhead's words, frowned slightly and said:

"Wes, what's going on?"

Just waiting for you to ask this!

"Oh, it's nothing."

Westhead immediately said with an indifferent attitude:
"It's just to give some money, materials and manpower to recover the Qinghui Territory. It's just a whim. How can it be so easy to recover the Qinghui Territory? Now it has fallen through."

Lesia's eyes slightly drooped when she heard this. Although Westhead said it easily, she intuitively understood that the cause and effect were not that simple.

"Weiss, this isn't a fantasy, right? Someone did want to help you retake Qinghui Territory, but the idea was shelved for some reason."

"."

"Because of me?"

"No, this is my decision."

The joy that the silver-haired princess finally brought up disappeared. She lowered her head and remained silent for a long time.

After a while, he said:

"What's the difference between a tyrannical prince without a territory and being destroyed? Weiss, you shouldn't be so willful."

Even though she was imprisoned within the deep palace walls, Lesia was still a standard imperial person, so she naturally understood how important the family's prosperity was to the imperial nobles.

It is no exaggeration to say that if the vast majority of people have a similar opportunity, the choice they make is to seek assistance at all costs, even if they pay for their lives and dignity.

(End of this chapter)