Chapter 237 - 45: Can You Even Keep Count at This Point!
Acquiring the [River of Qinghui] Specialty didn’t particularly capture Westheid’s attention.
A purely technical Specialty like this was merely icing on the cake. It couldn’t bring about a qualitative change in his stats or mechanics. At this point, Westheid was no longer surprised by such minor enhancements; it was just a case of the more, the better.
More than the [River of Qinghui] Specialty itself, it was the fact that Specialties could be shared that truly intrigued Westheid.
’Are you for real?’
Yolanda definitely had feelings for him. Westheid was well aware of this. After all, spending every day with a Succubus like her, who had witnessed his unbridled masculine prowess countless times—it was impossible for her not to be moved.
However, Westheid wasn’t sure about the depth of Yolanda’s affection. He couldn’t tell if it stemmed from admiration for her clan’s leader and Hero, or from genuine personal adoration.
But now, with the official confirmation from [Heart and Soul’s Gift], Westheid could finally be sure.
’A total secret crush. Case closed!’
"So, you want to be doted on? Even though you’re all grown up."
Westheid chuckled, carefully observing his sister’s reaction.
He expected Yolanda to look bashful, but the platinum-blonde girl’s pretty face simply flushed as she nodded earnestly and said:
"Yes, I do. Is there something wrong with that?"
"How could I have the heart to refuse my adorable sister?"
Seeing Yolanda being so direct, Westheid opened his arms with practiced ease, allowing her to stand and slowly settle into his embrace.
"Haaaah..."
Yolanda nuzzled her head against Westheid’s shoulder, finding a comfortable angle to rest it.
She then closed her eyes, quietly savoring the warmth radiating from her brother.
After enjoying the quiet moment for a while, Yolanda opened her eyes and spoke.
"Praise me."
"Hm?"
Yolanda burrowed her head into the crook of Westheid’s neck, then tilted her face up to look at him, her tone and gaze incredibly earnest as she said:
"I’ve been working very hard, so praise me. Right now, this instant!"
"Okay, okay. I know you’ve been working hard. Thank you for all your help. I’ll continue to rely on your support from now on."
Westheid reached out to stroke his sister’s head, his fingertips brushing through her soft, silky hair as he murmured gently.
"Mmm-hmm..."
Yolanda let out a contented hum, hugging her brother even tighter.
’To be honest, I’ve never really cuddled properly with Yolanda before. This is the first time.’
Embracing the young woman, he could truly feel that she was, without a doubt, a member of the Qinghui Clan. A fresh, clean fragrance, similar to that of a Pure Holy Spirit, washed over him.
And her figure... While her usual conservative, prim-and-proper attire offered a hint, experiencing it firsthand made Duke Qinghui sigh in silent admiration. ’Truly incredible.’
Only in a world like *Poem of Destiny*, where Extraordinary Power exists, could one find such a manga-perfect figure.
"Yolanda, do you like me this much?"
Westheid chuckled, slowly stroking Yolanda’s lovely hair.
"Are you asking despite already knowing the answer?"
Yolanda gazed at the handsome face just inches from her own.
It was like a dream, flawless from every angle. On a normal day, she had to deliberately avoid looking directly at him, or she would find herself staring, completely mesmerized.
"I think what those Witches said made it perfectly clear."
"My brother is handsome, powerful, and the most outstanding male there is."
"It’s only natural to be drawn to you. It’s like a firefly chasing the moon, or a flower turning toward the sun—an undeniable law of nature."
’Wow, she’s got a way with words.’
Westheid’s eyes lit up. "Don’t stop now, I love hearing this."
"There you go again, getting full of yourself."
It was as if some core programming in Yolanda had been triggered. The moment Westheid grew complacent and proud, she felt compelled to deflate his ego.
"Those are just pretty words. I don’t actually like you *that* much."
Yolanda tilted her head up, struggling to keep her pretty face straight as she said:
"After all, you have plenty of flaws. No matter how upstanding you are in public, it can’t hide the fact that in private, you’re absolute scum. In certain respects, Brother, your character is just atrocious... you bully the weak and fear the strong."
"When Miss Mivana and Her Highness Reiya team up against you, you’re completely subservient, even pathetically begging for mercy and suing for peace."
"But with those who can’t fight back, you deliberately humiliate them, forcing them into disgraceful states until they’re wagging their tails and begging you for mercy."
The platinum-blonde girl began counting on her fingers, looking down at Westheid as if he were a piece of trash.
"Let’s count your sins."
"For example, what you did with the Ring of Clear Skies Witches these last few days..."
"And that group of maids Miss Rozana brought over last time..."
"And your actions back in White Rock City..."
"Going even further back, there was your time in the Imperial Capital..."
’Stop, stop! Any more of this and I’ll break out in a cold sweat.’
As the person who had spent the most time with Westheid, Yolanda had seen every side of her brother in private. No one was perfect. In the eyes of the Purity People, the image Duke Qinghui projected was one of blinding radiance, but Yolanda wasn’t fooled by that filter.
Adoration was one thing, and disdain was another; the two weren’t mutually exclusive.
Westheid hurriedly cut her off.
"Enough! At this point, can anyone even keep count?!"
He immediately sought to regain the upper hand in the conversation, retorting:
"If I’m so despicable, then why won’t you get off of me? It’s not very convincing when you’re clinging to me this tightly."
"Ghk..."
His words hit their mark, and Yolanda immediately fell silent.
Yolanda’s exquisitely pretty face stiffened. She bit her lip, lowered her head, and frowned in deep thought, fidgeting slightly.
Finally, she managed to come up with an excuse. Yolanda turned her head away and said softly:
"This is all for the sake of the clan’s lineage."
"The Qinghui Clan has too few members. Even if you, brother, have found a way to increase the number of Purity People through a procedure, there are only the two of us left in the pure-blooded Qinghui Clan. If this continues, our clan’s thousands of years of heritage will be in grave danger."
"The Qinghui Clan needs heirs of the Direct Lineage... Hmph. I find it disgusting, but there’s no other choice..."
The young woman did her best to look utterly disgusted, but her actions made it clear she had no intention of leaving Westheid’s embrace.
’Whatever helps you convince yourself.’
’Still, I have to admit, Yolanda’s look of disgust is spot on... It’s really setting the mood.’
’Since the mood is already set, I suppose I have to pay my respects.’
"!!!"
The platinum-blonde girl’s elegant back suddenly went rigid. She shot Westheid a look of surprise, but being as sharp as she was, she quickly understood. She doubled down, her gaze turning even more icy and contemptuous.
"You... you dreg, you piece of trash... How nauseating. But if it’s for the clan... for the sake of leaving behind a pure heir for the Qinghui line, I will endure any humiliation."
Feeling Yolanda’s delicate body tremble slightly—whether from excitement or fear, he couldn’t tell—Westheid stroked his chin and said:
"If you insist... It’s true, there are too few members left in the pure-blooded Qinghui Direct Lineage. Alas, I’ll have to ask you to make a few sacrifices."
Yolanda’s noble, elegant, navy-violet eyes could no longer remain calm. Her pupils quaked as she stammered:
"O-Of course. It’s my duty as a member of the Qinghui Clan..."
And so, what Westheid had expected to be a restful night ended up becoming an "appointment" after all.
That night, Westheid and the other member of his clan held a profound, "in-depth" discussion regarding the future of their lineage, only taking a brief respite at dawn.
The final conclusion was that Yolanda... was a pushover after all.