The head maid arranged for her to do some outdoor work, such as tidying up the flower room. Karan missed the spiritual food in the library more than these things.

She found some dried flowers to calm the mind and made tea. Before the male owner appeared, she put the flower tea in his cup, and then lit a candle containing fragrance on the desk.

Didn't the maid know that he had insomnia?

Why do they never prepare these?

Karan was a little confused, but didn't think much about it. She hoped that the man would go to bed early so that she could freely explore the study.

Siouville felt that the study has changed a little recently.

He can't tell where it is.

The chair seemed to be softer, with a layer of soft cushion on the backrest, which just sat on his cervical spine that was not very comfortable recently. The maids could always pinch the time to put a cup of hot flower tea for him, and put a calm incense on the desk.

The books closest to him are all inexplicable dramas.

He never looked.

Maybe it was accidentally placed incorrectly during storage and storing.

An old blanket was occasionally hung on the back of his chair, which felt soft and comfortable, and did not smell much like the unified cleaning in a castle.

It seems to be a bit floral?

Siouville couldn't figure it out.

He didn't think much about it.

Originally, he came to the study to spend the night so that he didn't have to think too much.

The conflict between him and Tilling became increasingly acute.

He did not want to continue to intensify the conflict, so he could only take the initiative to avoid her anger.

Of course, he couldn't stay away because of this night, so Tilling would definitely not be able to accept it.

So he made an excuse that he was very busy every day and then slept in the study.

This is his last haven.

There is no Democratic Party, no two uneasy sons, no sarcastic wife, no elderly queen and Snow White eyeing.

Siouville hugged the blanket tightly and slept contentedly.

Then he felt someone pull his blanket.

...

Was he pulled a little?

He is not very sure.

He was so tired that he didn't want to open his eyes.

Karan almost scared to death in front of him.

She had just seen Siouville sleeping soundly, so she was about to sneak out, but she tripped by the blanket. Fortunately, he slept so hard that he had no reaction. Karan quickly picked up the small blanket on the ground and piled it carefully on his legs.

She tiptoed away.

Yes.

Siouville was sure that his blanket was pulled by someone.

Not only that, the man picked up the blanket and covered it on his legs.

He felt it.

That gentle and cautious touch should be very slender fingers, probably a woman. Perhaps the hard-working maid got up at midnight and covered him with a blanket.

Siouville didn't think much about it.

But one day not long after, he felt something was wrong again.

He closed his eyes and slept lightly, and heard a slight breathing sound.

Very quiet.

It sounds a little uneasy.

But this is definitely not a sound of wind or auditory hallucination.

It must be a breathing sound.

He opened his eyes uneasyly, looked around and found nothing. Sleeping gradually came, and he lay back and went to sleep. I don’t know if it was because of the strange white noise. This time he slept very well and his breathing gradually synchronized with another sound. All the fatigue during the day disappeared, and the dream was dark, sweet and pure.

Karan couldn't believe that he had made such a mistake.

She fell asleep in the study.

Just behind that bookshelf, less than two meters away from Siouville!

She actually fell asleep!

When she woke up, it was already dawn, and Siouville was just awakening, and the blanket on her body slowly slipped down. He looked like a god in the sunlight, with his side face being alienated and high without any compassion.

Karan held his breath and slowly retreated.

Siouville seemed to look at her, but did not approach.

He picked up his cane and left.

Karan breathed a sigh of relief and hurried back to the wooden house.

Earlier in the day, Siouville was awakened by a sob.

He stood up, followed the direction of the sound, and walked around the bookshelf, and found a black-haired girl curled up behind him.

He almost forgot about the existence of this slave.

She still looked so dirty, her hair was like weeds, her nails were not trimmed properly, and she curled up on the ground like a beggar. She fell asleep, but was entangled by nightmares, with a terrified and sad expression.

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Siouville wanted to poke her with her cane.

As he approached, he smelled the old blanket.

Unlike the decaying aura in the castle, it has the vitality growing in the cracks of rocks and a very faint fragrance of flowers.

Shioville suddenly realized something.

That cup of flower tea, that incense, that old blanket, and that specially sewn pillow... that breath that coincides with him.

It turned out that another person had already invaded his study.

The slaves on the ground let out a sob in their dreams.

"Shut up." Siouville's voice was low and cold, "It's so noisy."

This sentence seems to have reached the ears of those who cannot sleep well.

She quickly calmed down and her breathing became longer and longer.

Siouville stood for a while and returned to the table to sleep.

This is his last haven.

He doesn't want to think about anything else.
Chapter completed!