Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

"Your Highness, the Lord of the Snowfield will be unhappy if you come to see me."

Rafa held a magic prop that was emitting heat in his hands, feeling the warmth in his palms. His usually stern and serious face showed a rare warmth.

Perhaps out of consideration for His Highness Shiyavi's feelings, the Lord of the Snowfield did not torture him during the few days he locked him up, except for asking him some questions.

It’s just… the Paraso people built the interrogation room in an ice cave, and it was so cold that he felt that if His Highness Shiavi had sent someone to rescue him a few days later, he would have frozen to death there.

"I know." After listening to the words of the sickly magician who was leaning on a soft pillow and wearing a plush cloak, Xie Wei nodded and continued.

"Mr. Rafa, I'm so sorry for putting you through this, and I'll make it up to you as best I can."

The next day after discovering that Rafa was not in the castle, Xie Wei asked Sal's personal guards where Rafa was imprisoned, and then sent someone to bring Rafa back to Naya Castle.

Thrall did not do anything to Rafa, but he locked up the magician Rafa in an ice prison and arranged for people to interrogate him more than ten times a day. Rafa's physical fitness was not particularly good. After staying in the ice prison for a few days, although the Paraso warriors in charge of guarding him would provide him with potions regularly, in that environment, coupled with the high frequency of interrogation, Rafa fell ill as expected.

"Your Highness, trying to secretly transmit your information in the territory of the Lord of the Snowfield is a serious crime. I did not run away or resist, and the Lord of the Snowfield also showed mercy. You don't need to worry too much about this matter."

When Rafa said these words, he couldn't help but use his eyes to describe the appearance of Imperial Rose again, but he soon realized that this was a very rude behavior. However, just when he wanted to retract his gaze, he was caught off guard and looked into a pair of amber eyes.

Those were a pair of eyes that he felt extremely familiar and kind.

At this moment, the long-forgotten memories were like a treasure chest that had been dusted off. Rafa seemed to be able to hear the sound of the treasure chest being opened, followed by a slight "click".

Those people and things that he wanted to recall but were afraid of were like drawing paper, turning page by page in his mind.

The colored drawing paper flashed by quickly, and then stopped abruptly. The blue flame burned the drawing paper to ashes, and his memory lost its color and turned into dust again...

Blue veins appeared on Rafa's hands holding the magic props. The corners of his lips still maintained a warm smile, but his chest was like a sea with strong winds and huge waves. Various emotions surged in and it would be difficult to calm down for a while.

Xie Wei was very sensitive to people's emotions. Although Rafa had tried his best to conceal it, he still felt the extreme resentment that could not be ignored.

He didn't know what caused Rafa to have these emotions, but he could tell that these emotions were not directed at him, nor at Sal.

The room was quiet for a while. Xie Wei waited very considerately for Rafa to digest his emotions. This morning's affairs had been dealt with in advance. Before lunch, he still had an hour and a half to have a good chat with Mr. Rafa.

The maid who was in charge of taking care of Rafa came into the bedroom and brought a pot of hot tea and a plate of dessert. After Xie Wei drank half a cup of hot tea, he handed a biscuit to Mr. Rafa, who had returned to his usual stern and serious expression.

He said in the soft voice he often used to coax Sal: "The biscuits with honey and milk are sweet and fragrant. Teacher Rafa, try them and see if you like them."

Rafa took the biscuit but did not eat it. Instead, he chanted quickly and quietly and then created a small soundproof barrier.

The Parasos had very sensitive hearing. Prince Shiyavi did not come to see him simply to visit him, and what they were going to talk about next was not something the Parasos should know.

"Your Highness, what do you want to ask? I will tell you everything I know."

Rafa's tone was just like when he usually asked Xie Wei during class whether he had any questions about the day's lesson, but it seemed a little more intimate than when he was teaching.

"Sar told me that my father is the elder brother of the current Emperor Hesedon, and my mother is a great magician. I look a lot like my father, right?"

Xie Wei took the wet towel from the tray and wiped the cookie crumbs off his hands. He lowered his eyelashes, as casually as if he was asking what the weather was like today.

"Yes, you have a brother who is eight years older than you."

"Are they still there?"

"...His Highness Ilias and Lady Florence... They have been dead for many years."

When Rafa said this, he thought of His Highness Shiavi's age and suddenly realized that something was wrong and the time didn't match.

His Highness Shiyavi should be the posthumous son of His Highness Ilias, but when Lady Florence committed suicide by burning herself, His Highness Shiyavi had not yet been born.

That means that Lady Florence did not die by self-immolation. Before His Highness Shiyavi was born, Lady Florence was still alive, and it is even possible that she is still alive now...

"My brother, is he still here?"

Xie Wei didn't know why Rafa suddenly became dazed, so he continued to ask the questions he wanted to know.

"His Highness...is gone too."

Rafa's train of thought was interrupted. He did not express his doubts aloud, but planned to tell Lord Irel in person later.

Although he had some guesses a long time ago, after hearing the exact answer, Xie Wei was not as calm as he appeared.

There was still half an hour before lunch, and Xie Wei had asked all the questions he wanted to ask. At this moment, the closed bedroom door was knocked gently a few times. Xie Wei knew that it was Gesang reminding him that it was time to leave.

He looked at the sunlight coming in through the window and thought that winter might be approaching. The sun at noon in the Far North was not that warm. He should not have disobeyed Thrall when Thrall asked him to bring a thick cloak when he went out in the morning.

Xie Wei stood up. He was going back to have lunch with Sal. He also asked Sal to choose a thick cloak for him. He was going out in the afternoon, and he would definitely take the cloak chosen by Sal with him.

"Teacher Rafa, I may not have time to learn magic before winter. Please take good care of yourself during this period. I hope you can recover as soon as possible."

After Xie Wei finished speaking, he didn't wait for Rafa to respond. He turned and walked towards the bedroom door, as if he was eager to leave something behind, but before he was about to open the door.

The magician behind him suddenly called out to him.

"Your Highness, you seem to get along very well with the Lord of the Snowfield. It can be seen that the Lord of the Snowfield loves you very much."

Xie Wei turned around and looked at the pale and gray face of the magician. He said nothing but frowned slightly.

"His Highness Ilias's former subordinates are all in the eastern part of the empire. They can send you to the throne at all costs. If the Lord of the Snowfield is willing to do this for you..."

"Rafa, the Parasauans will never initiate a war, and I will not use Sal."

Without using any more honorifics, Xie Wei interrupted Rafa.