Westheid didn't consider himself a womanizer. This claim might sound dubious coming from his own mouth, but it was the truth, and he wouldn't deign to argue the point.
What he truly enjoyed was the thrill of conquest and victory. It was the feeling of being obsessed over, adored, and worshiped like a god. No matter how many times he experienced it, Westheid found it utterly intoxicating.
Now *that* was what it meant to be powerful! *That* was what it meant to be glorious!
'Isn't this the very reason I so tirelessly pursue power?!'
Therefore, whether in battle or in any other aspect of life, he had to adopt the stance of a conqueror. Absolute power, and the loneliness that came with it...
For the next two days, the "developer's conference" continued, reminding Westheid of his days in the Imperial Capital. As he indulged himself wantonly, Duke Qinghui couldn't help but feel a pang of emotion—
'Thank goodness Reiya and Mivana aren't home.'
