Game World: I Can Share Talents

Chapter 117: Law of the Nation

Westheid then gently closed the door, setting up a soundproofing Barrier as he began to practice "Star Universe Therapy" with Mivana.

Although Westheid could think of no fewer than fifty "plays" in an instant, he stuck to the method of letting her suck his finger and drink his blood. It wasn’t that Westheid couldn’t get more creative, but rather that he discovered his blood really did seem to have a calming and soothing effect on Mivana.

His Holy Spirit Bloodline was suddenly proving useful. ’Might as well cool Mivana down first,’ he thought. ’No rush to use my own "plays".’

In any case, the innocent Beast-eared Maiden seemed quite easy to handle. Westheid was very confident in his methods.

He figured he would soon complete the first stage of her "conquest" and get a Talent or Specialty for free. This Lady Knight wasn’t like the Silver-haired Princess; she likely had quite a few Talents and Specialties, making it difficult for Westheid to take a shortcut and directly obtain the Tier T0 Talent he wanted most: [Cursed Source Blood].

But it didn’t matter. Westheid was already quite satisfied with having had one chance to take a shortcut. He had already secured his "startup capital"; [Withered Glory Sun] and [Dragon Soul Furnace] would be enough for him to digest for a long time.

Westheid didn’t finish his "tutoring" until the afternoon, utterly exhausted, and made his way to the main hall of the Floating Battleship.

"Brother, you’re usually an early riser. Why are you only now..."

Yolanda immediately started asking where Westheid had been all this time, but when the platinum-blonde girl saw Westheid’s pale face, his slightly trembling legs, and Mivana following behind him with a flushed complexion and disheveled hair...

She wisely chose to shut her mouth.

’Oh, that explains it.’

’Should I say, as expected of my brother? He works way too fast. No beautiful woman near him can escape the clutches of this human-shaped walking sower. He’s practically an incarnation of some chaotic desire.’

Yolanda sighed to herself, feeling both helpless and gratified by the Patriarch’s powerful libido.

’And this Ranger Knight... to think she could make my brother’s face so pale. That’s never happened before. Even in the world-shaking battle with the Fourth Princess that other night, it was my brother who claimed final victory!’

’I thought Her Highness Reiya was already a master, but who knew there was such a fierce warrior!’

"I have a feeling you’re thinking something very rude."

Westheid said to his little brat of a sister, "You probably won’t believe this, but I must stress that nothing happened between Mivana and me. It was a serious instructional session, and we did nothing out of line."

’At least, not yet.’

Mivana straightened a few strands of her hair and chimed in.

"Duke Qinghui... Teacher West was helping me overcome my difficulties."

"Yes, I completely believe you. Whatever you say, goes."

Yolanda said in a monotone, her expression utterly perfunctory... no, it was downright contemptuous.

Westheid knew what kind of image he had in Yolanda’s eyes, so he didn’t bother arguing. Instead, he sat down on a sofa in the observation deck and gazed at the scenery outside.

Yolanda walked over to Westheid’s side and reported,

"Brother, our fleet completed its final transit at noon. There are no more Star Gate nodes for us to use. We’ll have to travel for another day to reach the Qinghui Territory... or rather, the edge of the fallen Qinghui Territory."

"We’re about to officially arrive at the border."

The fleet was no longer in the Spirit Realm transit state, but was sailing slowly under a vast azure sky. As far as the eye could see, there were boundless green fields, as well as stark mountain ranges and lush forests.

The Imperial territory was so immense that it wasn’t surprising for every domain to have vast tracts of undeveloped land.

But on the horizon, a swirling, dark-brown mist was something not normally seen in an Imperial Province. It was a remnant of the tide of Chaos.

In other words, this was now the border region.

The land adjacent to Chaos, the frontier of the civilized world.

Westheid said gravely, "The Borderland. We’re back again."

The difference between the border and the core Imperial provinces wasn’t merely geographical; they were fundamentally different.

The latter were truly consolidated national territories where the light of a Celestial God shone everywhere. At important Magic Power hubs, the [Radiant Holy Tree] would even send down a seed to transplant a Little Holy Tree.

Although it couldn’t compare to the projection from the Holy Tree Palace, it could still bring blessings to all its subjects, who would never have to worry about the threat of Chaos.

The former, however—the so-called border—was just a nice-sounding term. In reality, these lands couldn’t strictly be considered Imperial territory.

Because they had not been incorporated into the "Law" of a Celestial God.

Only a nation established in accordance with a Celestial God’s Law could be called a Realm of Order, and if a Realm of Order wanted to expand, it also had to abide by that Law.

For example, the Imperial Law was [Prosperity], [Proliferation], and [Encroachment]. As long as a domain could be made to "prosper," that domain could be branded by the [Radiant Holy Tree] and accepted as part of the Empire.

Whether through invasion, coercion, or enticement, as long as the followers of the Holy Tree could develop a territory to be more prosperous, it could be incorporated into the Empire and become official national land.

In contrast, the Law of the Country of Yonglan was [Guardian], [Exorcism], and [Pioneering]. This meant that for the Country of Yonglan to increase its territory, it could only do so by conquering the barbaric, chaotic world, and could not directly seize territories that others had already developed.

Thus, a counterintuitive fact emerged: the Empire, prosperous in trade and harmonious in its foreign relations, was the nation that expanded most aggressively, having annexed nearly all the small, scattered countries that lacked a Divine Ancestor.

Meanwhile, the Country of Yonglan, brimming with martial virtue and where every citizen was a War Frenzy, had never once invaded another country, instead spending its entire existence locked in a death struggle with Chaos.

Was it because the Yonglan Knights didn’t want to?

Of course not. It was simply that the Celestial God Law stipulated they could not expand their territory through invasion. Otherwise, even if they seized the land, the Law of the [Yonglan Riding God] would not cover it.

And land not covered and protected by the Law could not be considered true territory at all; it could be swallowed by Chaos at any moment.

The Borderland was just like that. Although it appeared to have cities and a considerable number of inhabitants, it was at best "quasi-territory."

"The corruption of Chaos has gotten worse."

Westheid gazed at the shadow on the horizon, feeling extreme discomfort due to the Holy Spirit Bloodline within him.

"That’s because the Qinghui Territory has been fallen for over two years, Brother."

Yolanda said flatly, but her words were less an explanation and more an emphasis.

In the past, the Pure Holy Spirit existed in this region, capable of guarding the frontier in place of the Holy Tree to a certain extent and resisting the encroachment of Chaos.

But after the fall of the Qinghui Territory, the situation on this border had inevitably descended further into chaos.

Westheid stared silently at the fields below for a long time before speaking.

"After the Qinghui Territory fell, what happened to the survivors from Qinghui?"