Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

"Amos Fitcheld rarely appeared before the age of sixteen, but at seventeen he passed the entrance exam for the Magic Academy of the Ral Continent, entering with the highest score, and served as the academy's top student for four consecutive years... His personal bodyguard is a Parasaurian half-blood from a beast taming farm..."

Ireil ​​flipped through the papers in her hand, a sarcastic thought swirling between her lips before finally settling into a detached statement: "Given your situation, Parasaurs, finding this much information is quite an achievement."

Although the intelligence wasn't as detailed and comprehensive as the information he had, Iriel knew that it was already quite remarkable for the Parasaurs to have gathered this much information in such a short time.

Among the assassin's employers was a Parasarian, and Yrel needed an explanation from the Lord of the Snowfield. Now that she knew the employer was not actually a Parasarian, Yrel did not make things difficult for her brother's partner.

Looking at his younger brother, who was sitting on the opposite sofa with the Lord of the Snowfield, completely unaffected by the previous assassin incident and showing no reaction even when he heard the name Amos Fitcheld, Irele gently coaxed him.

"Thank you, come to my brother's side."

In the past few days, Irele has been calling Shevi by a choice between "baby," "darling," and "thank you."

Hearing his brother's call, Shevi patted Sal's hand briefly to comfort him, then got up and walked around the low table to sit next to Yrel.

Ever since Ireil ​​told Shevi about what happened before he left the continent of Laer as a bedtime story, Shevi, who was already extremely close to Ireil ​​because of their blood relationship, became even more dependent on him.

Xie Wei hadn't paid much attention to the aftermath of the assassination attempt on "Imperial Rose" not long ago. He was too busy with other things to care about, and he didn't feel any fear or unease about such targeted assassinations.

Sal has protected him very well, his brother will also protect him, his magic power has recovered most of its original amount, and his defensive magic was taught to him by his mother. What is there to be afraid of?

Upon receiving the intelligence, Sal immediately explained to Shevi the identity and background of the assassin who appeared to be a Parasaurian. Just as Shevi had suspected, the assassin was a descendant of the Parasaurian people who had been abducted from the snowfields.

Having personally witnessed the Parasaurs imprisoned in cages and collected so many Parasaur souls, Xie Wei, after confirming the other party's identity, simply leaned silently against his partner, slowly processing the various emotions surging in his heart, without saying much.

He couldn't feel any disgust towards the assassin's employer; he only felt a strange sadness.

The Parasau mixed-race girl named Eudora is indeed the assassin's employer, but she is also the personal bodyguard of the top student at the magic academy. Clearly, the one who truly wants to take his life is Mr. Amos Fitch.

Why would a complete stranger want to take his life? Perhaps it's because he sensed that something that didn't belong to him was disappearing.

According to the intelligence gathered by Sal, shortly after the assassin entered the snowfield, Mr. Amos, escorted by a team of royal knights, left the magic academy and returned to the imperial capital at top speed.

Iriel told Shevi that the Castle of Gerdona, the capital of the Hayseton Empire, has the most robust protective magic array on the entire continent of Laer. People entering and leaving the castle need a special credential that cannot be copied or stolen. Therefore, in a sense, it is indeed a very safe place.

But what's the use of security then?

It seems the protective magic circle can't prevent magical talent from disappearing...

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In the courtyard of the Queen's bedroom at Gerdona Castle, the capital of the Hayseton Empire, the servants and maids sweeping the courtyard would occasionally glance at the young man lying in the courtyard.

The young man with short, platinum-blonde hair was Prince Amos, whom his attendants and maids had watched grow up.

For reasons unknown, half a month ago Her Majesty the Queen suddenly sent someone to the Magic Academy in Lebist to forcibly bring Prince Amos, who had been studying abroad for the past few years, back to the Imperial Capital.

On the first day of Prince Amos's return, Her Majesty the Queen first ordered the removal of Prince Amos's personal guards, then placed a squad of royal knights by his side at all times, and issued an order forbidding Prince Amos from leaving Gerdona Castle.

A well-informed servant learned that the Parasau mixed-race guard had been sent to a slave pen...

Amos couldn't understand why his mother, who had always doted on him and indulged his every whim, would get so angry with him.

They even took Eudora away from him. He was already in a pitiful state, having lost most of his magic power. He might not even be able to pass the academy exams, and even if he did, he wouldn't be able to become the top student.

Everyone will notice that his magic power has decreased. What if people find out that he was born without any talent?

Eudora was sent to a slave correctional facility. Her mother knew perfectly well that Eudora was the only one in the world who wouldn't laugh at him, and the only one who would protect him with her life. Eudora was just following his orders. Eudora hadn't done anything wrong, so why was she sent to the correctional facility?

“Amos, how much longer are you going to lie here? Do you think that if you lie here and skip a few meals, your mother will feel sorry for you and give your guards back? If you really care about your guards, you shouldn’t be lying here. You should try kneeling in front of your mother and begging her, banging your head on the floor tiles until you bleed.”

The thin, pale young man looked down at the person lying in the courtyard, who appeared to be sunbathing. His green eyes were gloomy and dark, and his words were somewhat sarcastic.

Amos, who was lying on the ground, rolled over to avoid the young man's gaze. He moved to a different spot and then said, "Kneeling on the ground will hurt my knees, and if I hit my head and bleed, I'll die. My dear Finn, can you plead for me?"

"I'll plead for you? Do you know how much Mother hates me? If I say a word for your guard, he'll probably be executed tonight." After saying this, the young man with platinum blonde hair ignored his younger brother, who seemed to have been raised by their mother to the point of being mentally unstable, and turned to leave the courtyard. He walked with an odd gait, relying on his cane for balance.

Amos sat up and watched his brother, who had somehow become lame, slowly walk away. He shouted at the back of his brother's back.

"Brother Finn, if you have nothing else to do, could you please go and check on Eudora for me? Mother won't let me leave the castle!"

The young man, whose back was to him, did not respond, but Amos knew he would come.

Of his three older brothers from the same parents, Finn seemed the most difficult to get along with, but in reality, he was a soft-hearted person despite his tough exterior.