Forced to become a delicate companion of a paranoid lord

Xie Wei's veil is made of special material, so other people cannot see his face, but except for a slightly restricted field of vision, he can see normally.

Just now he felt Sal move his hair, and then a line of blood suddenly slid down Brett's face.

Without waiting for Xie Wei to ask, Sal kissed the top of Xie Wei's head apologetically. He looked at the missing gem on the Little Rose hair ornament and said, "Your Highness, I broke your hair ornament. A gem is missing."

"Oh... huh?" Xie Wei blinked under the veil, then looked at Brett not far away and then looked up at Sal, he said uncertainly.

"Sal, did you throw the gem away?"

"I'm sorry, I'll have someone find another gem to re-embed it later." Sal coaxed his partner softly while giving Brett a gloomy look.

The main reason was that he didn't have anything suitable at the moment, and when he saw the imperial envoy looking at Little Rose with contempt, his hands moved uncontrollably.

I originally wanted to hit his eyes, but I was afraid of scaring Little Rose, so I'll just do it this way for now, and then have someone dig out his eyes later.

Thrall had already made up his mind that as soon as the imperial envoy left the Far North territory, he would have his eyes dug out.

It’s not that I was blind in the Far North Territory, so I can’t blame the Paraso people.

"What a waste." Xie Wei reached out and touched the hair accessories hanging behind his head, and curled the corners of his lips involuntarily. He thought that he should make some other handy hidden weapons for Sal later, such as small darts or something.

Xie Wei also saw the look in Brett's eyes just now. He knew that Sal did that to warn Brett and to protect him.

The gem, which was half the size of a fingernail, passed through the corner of Brett's eye, cutting his eye and ear. The wound across his temple didn't feel anything at first.

The gem fell to the ground without making any sound, but Brett, who had blood on his hands and felt the intense pain of his flesh being cut, took two steps back with trembling legs. He gritted his teeth to hold back the belated fear, then glared fiercely at the magician who was standing beside him.

The male magician finally reacted. He took out a holy book from his bag and began to chant a spell, using healing magic to stop Brett's bleeding.

He is not good at healing magic, so he can only use the holy book to perform healing magic, but at most it can only help stop the bleeding. If he wants to heal the wound, he needs a magician who is good at healing.

The male magician looked at the deep wound. He actually didn't know what had just happened. He stood very close to Lord Brett and didn't feel any fluctuations of magical elements, but it seemed that no one was attacking him either.

But Lord Brett was injured.

While the male magician was puzzled, Conrad, who was standing behind Brett, looking at the dent on his shoulder armor and the tiny gem at his feet for a long time, slowly rolled his Adam's apple.

When Conrad looked towards the throne again, he saw His Highness Shiavi putting his arms around the neck of the Lord of the Snowfield, as if he was kissing the Lord of the Snowfield.

As His Highness Shiyavi raised his arms, his wide sleeves slipped down, and he saw thin pearl chains entwined on His Highness Shiyavi's jade-white arms, and under those chains were criss-crossing purple marks and red scars. Anyone with a brain could guess how those marks were created.

Before, when Conrad saw His Highness Shiyavi being held obediently by the Lord of the Snowfield, he was somewhat happy. He thought that His Highness, who was held so tenderly, must be extremely loved by the Lord of the Snowfield.

But after seeing those marks and the delicate chains wrapped around them, Conrad thought of the pets at some of the nobles' banquets. His eyes became sore and he quickly lowered his head to hide the anger on his face.

Damn it, those rude and vulgar Parasau people actually treated their empire's noble prince like this.

Your Highness is only eighteen or nineteen years old this year. How could he be so cruel to such a beautiful and gentle young person?

Conrad had never seen His Highness Shiavi, or rather, it seemed that no one in the empire had seen what His Highness Shiavi looked like. They only knew that she was an extremely beautiful woman, a beauty worthy of only the title of the Imperial Rose.

Conrad, who had been determined to devote his life to the royal family since joining the Royal Knights of Heisen, felt extremely powerless and guilty at this moment.

He was the noble prince of their Hasedon Empire. Other princes at this age were still studying in academy, surrounded by a group of noble children of the same age, and could do whatever they wanted in the imperial capital.

His Highness Shiyavi is bullied like this every day.

This is really...really...

It makes people feel heartbroken and powerless.