Impossible! Absolutely impossible!
As someone who had experienced it firsthand, Faticia knew better than anyone what a terrifying, monstrous beast Duke Qinghui was. The depravity and greed of his violation and conquest were seared into the very depths of her soul.
He allowed no resistance, no refusal—only the satisfaction and security of being relentlessly possessed.
No Elf woman could possibly resist him. Once you had a taste... there was no turning back. You would inevitably become Duke Qinghui's plaything, to be used and taken as he pleased!
Faticia wasn't just talking nonsense. After discussing it with the other noble ladies of the Royal Court, they had all unanimously reached this conclusion. In fact, she had come this time intending to check on Her Majesty the Queen's mental state and act as a caring big sister to comfort the Little Queen... If necessary, she was even prepared to offer her own body to the demon to satisfy any of Westheid's lingering desires.
