Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

"The magic of fusing souls is a long-lost forbidden technique. This magic allows the caster's soul to become a 'container' for another soul, and His Highness Shiawei's soul is wrapped in such a 'container'.

There is a record about the soul in ancient books that says that after the human body dies, the soul will go to the next destination. However, the place where the soul goes to is not unified due to differences in beliefs in different regions.

Therefore, the people of Paraso believe that the final destination of the soul after death is the corners of the Tajiyama Snowfield, people in the southern region believe that the final destination after death is the garden of the goddess of light, and people in the central region firmly believe that the soul will go to another world after death...

Souls can be strong or weak. For example, the souls of infants who cannot be born and survive are very weak and cannot find a home like other souls. Such souls usually disappear silently after a short existence..."

The high priestess's skinny and powerful palms emanated a blue light of magical elements. She slowly moved her palms to the dragon scale birthmark in the center of Xie Wei's chest and continued.

"To strip away the soul and make it a vessel for another soul, the caster must endure the extreme pain of having their soul torn apart.

Your Highness, I have no idea what kind of close relationship this caster has with you, but he or she must love you very much. Besides your partner, who loves you deeply, I think only your mother or father would be willing to become the container of your soul."

……

The bonding ceremony failed.

The high priest said that Shevi's soul could only be bound to Thrall's soul after it left the "container." But no one knew how to get Shevi's soul out of the "container," and no one knew what state Shevi's soul would be in after leaving the "container."

Signing a soul contract with Shevi is Thrall's obsession, but when the contract is compared with Shevi's life, this obsession seems insignificant.

On the way back to Gut City from the Temple of the Goddess, Sal held Xie Wei and sat him on his lap, then completely embraced him with his body. He used his broad palms to stroke the little rose in his arms over and over again, letting the other's tears soak the clothes on his chest.

Worried that Xie Wei's cheek would be scratched by the embroidery, Sal took off his coat and only wore a moon-white silk shirt. The clothes on his chest were wet. They were obviously warm tears, but they were like hot magma, burning black holes in Sal's heart one after another.

Irel sat on the sofa on the other side, stroking Frost's back silently, his movements almost the same as those of the Lord of the Snowfield opposite him.

Raymond stood on Irel's right side. His expression was extremely serious, and his eyes were fixed on Irel's every move, as if he was on guard against something.

Around one o'clock in the morning, when the carriage stopped in front of the main building of Naya Castle, Thrall held Xie Wei in his arms. As quiet as a sleeping person, he rubbed his eyes with his back to Iriel. This time, Thrall did not reach out to hold Xie Wei's wrist to stop him from rubbing his eyes.

Instead, when Little Rose sat up and pretended to have just woken up, he took his coat beside him and put it on with one hand, and cooperated very well to use the coat to cover the large tear mark on his inner shirt.

Irel pretended not to see through his brother's poor acting skills, but instead inadvertently gave the Lord of the Snowfield an affirmative look.

After getting off the carriage, Thrall walked in front with Shevi, and Iriel and Raymond walked behind them. The four of them went to the top floor quietly, and no one spoke.

Puka carried Flos on his back and walked around the lobby on the first floor of the main building for several times. A patrolling guard saw it and thought it was hungry, so he kindly took out his snacks and gave them to it. After taking a look at it, it turned around coldly and walked out of the lobby of the main building, then buried its head in the snow in the courtyard.

Frost, who was originally sitting on Puka's back, also followed its example and buried his head in the snow. The two magical beasts, one big and one small, lay motionless in the courtyard in this posture.

Only a team of patrolling guards were left standing there in confusion, but they soon left at the urging of their leader.

At two o'clock in the morning, there was a gentle knock on the bedroom door of Yrel and Raymond. Raymond opened the door with a grim look on his face. After seeing the Lord of the Snowfield standing at the door and Yrel's brother in his arms, he subconsciously raised his hand to block the door: "Go back to your rooms and sleep. Don't disturb Yrel and me."

But just as he finished speaking, he thought of Iriel who had gone into the bathroom and hadn't come out yet, and hadn't answered him, so he spoke again stiffly.

"Yrel's brother, go to the bathroom and check on Yrel."

He was not allowed to enter the bathroom when Yriel was taking a bath, and he didn't dare to go in, but he was very worried about Yriel.

Xie Wei, wearing a nightgown and a cloak, was let into the bedroom by Raymond, while the Lord of the Snowfield was still kept out.

Two tall men blocked the doorway. Raymond propped himself up against the doorframe with both hands. "You, Yrel's brother's partner, are not allowed to enter Yrel's and my room. Wait here."

He was about to close the door after he finished speaking, but the Lord of the Snowfield kept his palm against the door panel. The two of them secretly competed for a few seconds. When cracks appeared on the door panel and unusual noises appeared, they withdrew their palms at the same time.

"This is the castle of Shevi and me. We can go wherever we want." Thrall pushed away the people blocking the door. Raymond was very unhappy, but still let him in. He was afraid of making any noise and angering Iriel.

Sal and Raymond entered the room one after another, but they did not see Xie Wei in the spacious outer room or inner room.

So the two of them looked at each other, then walked to the bathroom door, and then like door gods, they each occupied a door frame and stood outside the bathroom door motionless.

Sal and Raymond's faces were equally gloomy, and they also tacitly stretched out their hands to support the door frame, as if to prevent the other from suddenly breaking in.

The room where Raymond and Iriel lived was only slightly inferior to Shevi and Sal's bedroom in terms of both interior and exterior decoration. There was also a bathtub in the bathroom that was filled with holy spring water, but it was only big enough for two people to bathe at the same time.

During the winter patrol, Raymond said that there was a hot spring in some caves in the Far North that could alleviate the pain caused by the evil curse to Irel. Xie Wei then thought of the holy spring water that Thrall had forced him to soak in every day.

So when Thrall was preparing a new bedroom for Irel and the others, at Shevi's request, he arranged for someone to bring the holy spring water into the bathroom of the new room.

The holy spring water can indeed alleviate the impact of the evil curse on Yrel better than the cave hot springs. It can not only effectively relieve the pain, but also help him suppress the evil curse when Yrel is in a bad condition, so as to prevent his precarious mental state from continuing to be eroded by the evil curse.

Xie Wei's cloak was piled outside the bath. He was wearing a nightgown and Irel, who was also wearing a black nightgown, was sitting on the stone steps beside the bath. The holy spring water covered their chests, but it did not block their vision. Therefore, Xie Wei could still see the cruel and horrible scars on Irel's bare palms and the exposed collar.

Xie Wei gently held his brother's hand, put his arm around his brother's waist, and let his brother lean on his thin shoulders. He hugged him tightly like he did when his brother was a child, and at the same time hummed a goodnight song in the south to soothe children.

Irel's long black hair had long turned into platinum curls. In the steamy bathroom, the thin Imperial Rose hugged her brother, who was taller than her but particularly thin, and let their platinum hair entangled with each other, just like their fate.

In his sleep, Irel vaguely heard a lullaby from a distant dream, but when he struggled to open his eyes, he saw a pair of eyes that looked very much like his mother's, but belonged to his younger brother.