Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

Since the attic bedroom that was damaged in the Red Moon had not been repaired yet, Xie Wei and Sal still lived in a makeshift bedroom. The bed in this bedroom was not as gorgeous as the one on the attic, nor was it wide enough, which directly resulted in Xie Wei having no space to hide on the bed.

The bed used to be big enough for Xie Wei to roll around on it, and when he was annoyed by Sal, he could roll away with the quilt rolled up. Even if he would be caught by the man again, it would not be like now, when he had just crawled to the foot of the bed and was easily pulled back by the man holding his ankle.

The Lord of the Snowfield held his partner, who was sobbing on his shoulder, and gently stroked the Imperial Rose's graceful back from top to bottom with his large hands, with a satisfied look on his face.

From beginning to end, Sal never forced Xie Wei to promise that he would never do anything or contact anyone again as he did before, nor did he say that Xie Wei had done anything wrong.

He just got close to Xie Wei as usual, and let Xie Wei's whole body be covered with his scent, that's all.

The Parasos had a very sensitive sense of smell. The little rose that had come into contact with others was contaminated with some smell that did not belong to it, which made the Lord of the Snowfield as irritable as a beast whose territory had been invaded. It did not until he covered the offensive smell with his own scent that the beast, who was almost unable to hold back and bare his sharp fangs, let go of the sweet and delicious prey under its claws.

After comforting Little Rose, who was still sobbing from time to time in her sleep, for a long time, Sal didn't feel that he had done anything excessive.

What seemed like excessive closeness to Shevi was actually very restrained in Sal's opinion.

Of course, Sal only did this after making sure that Xie Wei's current body could fully bear it. For example, when Xie Wei's body was much weaker than it is now, he never really enjoyed it. So he was still restrained today.

The Imperial Rose, with wet eyelashes and bright lips, still had a look of aggrieved expression on her face when she fell asleep, but fortunately she didn't know that her partner was still holding back. If she knew what was on her partner's mind, it would be difficult for her to sleep well.

Six hours had passed since Xie Wei returned to the castle, took a bath, had dinner, and talked with his partner about what he had done in the afternoon. When the clock on the wall showed one o'clock in the morning, the Lord of the Snowfield, dressed neatly, tiptoed out of the bedroom.

After the bedroom door was closed, the little dragon cub, who was originally lying beside the pillow of the sleeping Imperial Rose, suddenly "whoosh" and hid behind the curtains at a speed that was inconsistent with its little wings. The window behind the curtains was opened a crack at some point, and the chubby little dragon cub squeezed out from the crack, flapping its little wings and disappeared into the night.

Since Frost slipped out by himself, he did not trigger the protective array. Gesang, who entered the room to guard Xie Wei later, was unable to notice for a while that the young dragon had secretly left the bedroom.

Although the five senses of the Parasau people are very sensitive, Gesan, who was blushing and heartbeating as soon as he entered the bedroom due to the lingering scent of love, really didn't have the energy to check whether there was a missing dragon in the bedroom.

At night, only the patrolling guards were active in Naya Castle. Barney and his subordinates met the lord who had not appeared for several days on the stairs. After bowing his head and looking up again, the figure of the Lord of Snowfield had disappeared around the corner downstairs. He remembered that the only place the lord would go in that direction was the reception room.

What kind of guest does the lord need to meet in the early hours of the morning?

Although he was a little curious, Barney did not stay there for too long. He continued to go upstairs with his subordinates.

In the reception room that had once hosted the Second Prince of the Empire, the black-haired magician tasted tea and snacks he had never seen before with an elegant posture. The maid who brought the tea and snacks proudly introduced that it was a dessert called Milk and Honey Bean Cake, made using the method taught by His Highness Shiavi. It could only be eaten in Naya Castle in the entire continent.

Maybe it was because the maid's expression was too exaggerated when she praised how delicious the dessert was, or maybe it was for some other reason, but when the Lord of the Snowfield walked into the reception room, there was a whole plate of eight large desserts, but only one piece was left alone on the white porcelain plate.

After hearing the noise at the door, the black-haired magician quickly took back his fork that had fallen on the last piece of dessert. After the Lord of the Snowfield sat down, his eyes lingered briefly on the magician's cold face and the plate, and then he said nothing, but threw something from his hand onto the table.

The small but heavy object rolled on the table for a while, and then stopped steadily when it was about to roll off the table.

After it stopped rolling, the black-haired magician could see clearly what it was.

It is the Order of the Rose, a rose medal made of rare metals and gold, belonging to the sworn knights of the former Imperial Prince Elias.

"Rafa is your man, and you also have a cooperative relationship with the eastern part of the empire?" Without beating around the bush, the Lord of the Snowfield asked his question directly.

Other things are difficult to find out, but many people still remember what the Order of the Rose represents in the Empire.