Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

To others, Princess Florence was always exceptionally strict and unapproachable when it came to teaching Prince Egbert.

She always had a cold and aloof demeanor, and even though Prince Egbert's talent had reached a level that was difficult for ordinary people to achieve, it still could not satisfy her.

While his peers were still being spoiled by their parents and playing with their friends, Prince Egbert spent all his time, except for necessary rest periods, either in the training field or the classroom.

Even Prince Ilias, who underwent intense sword training in his childhood, once said that Prince Egbert had it even harder than he had. After all, he only inherited his mother's martial arts talent and didn't need to learn magic, but his eldest son was a little unlucky fellow who was proficient in both martial arts and magic. He had to learn magic after practicing swordsmanship.

It's worth mentioning that although Prince Ilias jokingly calls his eldest son a little unlucky, he actually wants to show off his child's genius every day, making him a young father who loves to flaunt his achievements.

His love of showing off is a trait he inherited from Prince Ilias's father, His Majesty the Emperor.

When the servants and maids in Geldona Castle occasionally chatted idly, they would secretly discuss what troubles made this youngest archmage on the continent of Lael always seem shrouded in layers of mist and frown.

Egbert had the same question as the servants and maids, so he quietly asked his father, who was always laughing and smiling: Why is Mom always unhappy?

The usually cheerful and smiling father would stop smiling and tell him seriously: "Mom isn't unhappy, but the burden she carries is too heavy, making it hard for her to breathe. So what we need to do is listen to Mom and trust her, because Mom is the person who loves us the most in the world. Everything she does is because she loves us deeply. Listening to her is to lighten her burden."

So, before the blue flames licked everything in the Heris Palace and devoured Egbert's last remaining thoughts and hopes, he wiped away his tears and accepted the long-distance teleportation scroll handed to him by Grandpa Chia.

This teleportation scroll was not originally completed. In order to protect the princess, the court magician Chia, who had already exhausted her magic power, saw that the young prince Egbert was still alive but suffering greatly. She endured the intense pain and dizziness caused by over-replenishing magic power and worked against the clock to finish the remaining magic runes while lying on the broken low table.

Due to the extremely tight schedule, the long-distance teleportation scroll, which was hastily produced, could guarantee sufficient safety during the teleportation process but could not determine the teleportation anchor point, and could only teleport a 5-year-old child of normal weight and items of the same weight.

However, not being able to determine the teleportation anchor point is not a bad thing, because Chia is certain that the anchor point is far enough that no magician on the continent of Laar, except for Lady Florence, will be able to track down Prince Egbert.

The knights and court magicians who were still alive in the palace of Heris took turns holding Egbert while he was in a coma. Everyone could feel that just a few months ago, he was a healthy child who was all soft flesh and heavy to hold. Now he was so thin that he was just skin and bones, as light as a kitten.

Standing at the center of a violently trembling vortex formed by silver-white magical elements, Egbert removed his hood. His gaze swept over the knights and mages who were watching him gently, and finally landed on his mother's trembling eyelashes.

He waved his hand: "Mom, I'll protect myself, so don't worry about me. And don't listen to those lies outside. Dad wasn't torn to pieces by the monster. He promised me that you'd reward me with a very special gift if I completed the mission. You must come pick me up as soon as you're done. I can't wait to find out what the special gift is, okay? Don't keep me waiting too long..."

Before Egbert could finish speaking, a powerful suction force suddenly pulled him from the vortex of magical elements into a dizzying space, and he never heard his mother's reply.

But in the chaotic space of the long-distance teleportation, some fragmented memories and intermittent words suddenly flashed in the depths of his mind.

"Irelia, say goodbye."

Goodbye... goodbye, thank you.

……

In the far north, winters rarely bring clear skies, but on this particular morning, when the people in the castle drew back their curtains and glanced out the window, they all exclaimed in unison, "The weather is lovely; today is going to be a wonderful day!"

The little dragon Fros was summoned by the black dragon Luoka to patrol the territory early in the morning, and the Snowfield Lord's magical beast Puka also went to the training ground early with other magical beasts to begin their daily training.

The large kitchen at Naya Castle has recently developed new recipes, and the large dining room downstairs is almost silent, with only tall figures engrossed in their food.

The Lord of the Snowfield, who had conspired with Raymond to steal his partner from Mr. Irell's embrace at four in the morning, could only sit on the carpet and rest by the bed for two hours before getting up at six o'clock sharp to leave the guest room and go downstairs alone to begin his day's work as a lord.

Raymond, who had been sitting on the carpet like the Lord of the Snowfield, got up and stood by the bedside on Yrel's side shortly after Thrall left. He reached out and gently stroked Yrel's cheek, which had regained some color, and then glanced at the white-gold-haired boy who was holding Yrel in a protective embrace with his slender arms outstretched.

A brief moment of thought flashed in his dark purple eyes. After a series of clanging sounds, Raymond packed a large pile of glittering jewelry, magic crystals, and magic cores into a half-person-high animal skin bag. Seeing that the two brothers on the bed still showed no signs of waking up, he carried the animal skin bag out the door.

When Gesang and Toya saw Mr. Ireil's men carrying a large animal skin bag toward them, they quickly exchanged glances, as if to say, "What's going on?" before asking any further questions.

The subordinate with purple eyes casually tossed the animal skin bag in front of them, saying, "Give it to Xie Wei to play with, keep it safe." Then he turned and walked towards the stairwell without looking back.

……

Half past nine in the morning.

The heavy curtains were suddenly drawn back, letting bright light shine onto the heavily embroidered bed canopy. A few rays of sunlight slipped through the gaps in the openwork lace...

When Ireil ​​woke up, he stared blankly at his younger brother's face, which was so similar to his father's, for a long time. It wasn't until the person holding him buried his head in his arms that he came back to his senses and kissed the other's long platinum blonde hair.

Good morning, my precious treasure.