Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

Mandel, the captain of the personal guard left by the Lord of the Snowfield, looked at Imperial Rose who had taken out many potions from the space props and was now carrying a box downstairs. He scratched his hair, hesitated for a moment, and then followed obediently.

He didn't know what was in the silver box, nor did he know why the Imperial Rose did not go to the temporary room prepared by the maid to rest, but went to the hall downstairs.

But Mandel knew that when the lord was away, His Highness Shiyavi was their only master, and His Highness could do whatever he wanted.

The SS is only loyal to Sal Pukas and his partner. While Mandel and his men are protecting Shevi, everything will be based on Shevi's ideas.

Mandel and his guards followed Xie Wei at a distance of more than one meter, while Gesan and the others followed closely beside Xie Wei. Because they were close, they could openly observe the little dragon cub lying on Xie Wei's shoulder, pretending to be an ornament.

The little dragon cub retracted its claws obediently, buried its head in Xie Wei's hair, and wrapped its tail loosely around Xie Wei's neck. Occasionally, it would use the tip of its tail to sweep Xie Wei's chin. This little prank to attract the other party's attention would always earn it a gentle caress.

So it never tired of sweeping the human's chin with the tip of its tail. It knew the human's name was Shevi, and it often heard Shevi and his partner Sal talking through the eggshell.

It likes Xie Wei's voice, likes Xie Wei touching the eggshell of the dragon egg, and now it still likes to stick close to Xie Wei.

Xie Wei had no idea what the little guy lying on his shoulder was thinking. Amid the shocked gazes of everyone in the hall, he knelt on one knee in front of a Paraso warrior who was sweating all over his face but did not utter a single cry of pain because the doctor had not had time to come and treat his wounds and there was no painkiller. Then, without saying anything extra, he swiftly opened his medical box.

"Your Highness..."

"Your Highness..."

"Your Highness Xi Yawei..."

"Your Highness..."

There were exclamations in the hall, but they soon fell silent. Those who were nearby stared in amazement at the monster cub sticking its head out of the Imperial Rose's braids. They consciously closed their mouths and began to pray on the spot.

There is no Parasauan who does not know the Frost Dragon, and there is no Parasauan who does not want to have good luck after seeing the Frost Dragon!

The Paraso warriors who were far away didn't know what was going on. When they saw the people in front of them quiet down and start praying, they started praying too.

Because they didn't know what they were praying for, they prayed that no one in their tribe would die in this red moon, that the monsters would retreat as soon as possible, that light would drive away darkness, and that Nayasos would protect the snowfield...

When Xie Wei knelt on one knee, Gesang and the others knelt beside him. They watched Xie Wei clean the wounds skillfully, and then use healing magic to stop the bleeding of the injured tribesmen. Their lips opened and closed, but none of the four could utter a complete sentence.

Mandel and the Paraso people who had been keeping an eye on this place even thought for a moment that what they were seeing was an illusion.

If it wasn't an illusion, what could it be? The noble prince from the empire actually cleaned the wounds of the Parasos. If this kind of thing were to be told to others, no one on the Lar Continent would believe it, except for those who saw it with their own eyes.

Xie Wei did not notice the change in the atmosphere in the hall. After quickly treating his men's wounds, he moved to another Paraso warrior.

Like other doctors, he worked tirelessly to clean and bandage the wounds of the Paraso warriors around him.

The Paraso warriors whose wounds had been cleaned by Xie Wei or were being cleaned, either stared blankly at their bandaged wounds, or lowered their heads to hide their swollen cheeks or raised corners of their lips.

Others may not believe it if I tell them, but His Highness Shiyavi's healing magic doesn't hurt at all! They also saw the frost dragon up close... its cub... hehehehehehehe...

Gesang and his guards led by Mandel were a little overwhelmed at first, but they soon dispersed and looked for things they could do.

His Highness Shiyavi is helping, how can they just stand there like idiots!

Most of the Paraso warriors had never had close contact with Xie Wei, but they all knew the contributions that this Imperial Rose had made to the Far North Territory, and they also knew that this prince, who was pampered by the lord, had a gentle personality and was kind to others.

But kneeling down on one knee to personally bandage their wounds was beyond their understanding.

They didn't understand why His Royal Highness the Prince could do such a thing so naturally. They only knew that every move of His Royal Highness would be firmly engraved in their hearts.

Xie Wei had been a volunteer in his previous life. He was better than the medical apprentices in treating some external injuries, and his healing magic was painless. For the injured Paraso warriors, it was like a blessing from Nayasos.

Of course, they were blessed.

After treating his wound and resting for a while, the Palasso warrior stood up and left the castle hall. Before leaving, he bowed to Xie Wei and stroked his wound, thinking:

Seeing the Frost Dragon will bring good luck. The young dragon wrapped around His Highness Shiyavi's neck will surely bring them a lot of good luck...

The sun rose slowly from behind the snow-capped mountains, and the red moon of the fourth month of spring came to an end. The Lord of the Snowfield, whose body was covered with the blood of monsters and all kinds of filth, hurried back to the castle. Just as he was about to untie his soft armor in the hall, he saw a person with his back to him in the corner.

His noble little prince, his little rose did not stay in the greenhouse waiting for him as before.

Instead, he knelt on the cold floor of the hall, patiently and gently treating the wounds of his people.

The Lord of the Snowfield felt extremely complicated at this moment.