Karan lay on the window and looked down.

The twin towers are the tallest buildings in the manor, and everything in the distance is in full view. Due to the division of the lake and the forest, the shape of the manor is irregular and looks a bit like a bird spreading its wings.

It is said that it is a thorn bird.

The crest, coat of arms, family heirlooms, and this manor of the Theovir family are all filled with the image of the thorn bird.

But there is no such bird in the world.

It is a fantasy creature.

They are existences like unicorns and dragons.

It is weaker than most symbols, and Karan doesn't understand why an extremely powerful family would use it as an image.

At night, Xiovir came to the tower.

He saw Karan put the emergency light on the table and used a pencil to scribble some sketches. Her sketch was good, but it looked rough due to the injury on her hand.

"What are you doing?" Siovel stood behind her, took away her pencil, then leaned down slightly to look at her paintings closely.

His side face was beautiful and flawless in the light. As long as he tilted his head slightly, his lips could touch Karan.

"Manor?" Siovel recognized the contents of the sketch at a glance.

Karan frowned and tried to snatch the pen back, but Xiovel raised his hand to lure her closer to him.

"It's the manor." Karan simply gave up.

She has already visited the gardens, lakeside, church, twin towers, and horse farm. These are all landmarks of the manor and can help her piece together a complete image of the manor.

"Do you still want to draw a map and escape?" Siovel put her pen back on the table, propped it up and sneered.

Karan said calmly: "I was just wondering if it was in the shape of a thorn bird."

The lake is the outstretched wings, the forest is the sharp claws, the Twin Towers are the wide-open eyes, and the beak holding the thorns extends out of the racing track.

Karan turned his head slightly and looked at the scepter in Xiovir's hand.

There is also a pure gold thorn bird on the scepter.

When Xiovel lowered his head to check, he suddenly noticed Karan's front.

She was wearing a white long-sleeved sarong with a gauze lining that had some water marks. She had just given birth to a baby not long ago, but was not breastfeeding. Previously, the institute gave her a breast pump to relieve the pain, but now...

…

Karan suddenly pulled up his chair and ran away.

Xiovel collected his overly scattered thoughts and asked slowly: "What did you ask me just now?"

There was a bit of shame and embarrassment on Karan's face.

She knew what Xiovir was looking at just now.

She whispered: "I want to know about the thorn bird."

"Why do you care?" Theovir tapped his cane with his knuckles nonchalantly.

"I want to know you." Karan said honestly. "I want to know why you became such a monster."

Is she irritating him?

Xiovir will not let her control his emotions easily again.

He said calmly: "I also want to know something about you. Are you willing to exchange it honestly?"

"What's up?"

"No matter what."

Karan hesitantly agreed.

"Very good." Siovel nodded slightly, sat down on her original seat, elegantly raised her knees and folded her legs, leaning her cane on the table.

He told Karan that the thorn bird is a fantasy creature.

It sings only once in its life, but its singing is more beautiful than any other creature.

"From the time they leave the nest, they will spend their whole lives looking for thorn trees, then perch on the trees and pierce their bodies with sharp thorns. When they are most tortured and closest to death, they sing loudly."

The most beautiful singing voice in the world, in exchange for the cruelest pain, can only be sung once in a lifetime.

This is a cruel story that is quite consistent with the Theoviian aesthetic.

Karan believed what he said.

She asked: "What is your problem?"

"My question is..." Siovel stretched out his hand, quietly touched Karan's chin, and gently rubbed it with his fingertips, "Are you willing to sing for me?"

Karan was enveloped in a chill that ran from head to toe.

"I don't……"

Siovel pinched her close, kissed her lips, and swallowed all her words. Karan bit him, but he didn't get angry. He just pinched her chin, stained with blood, and continued to entangle her like a snake.

After a while, Xiovel let go of her and asked in a hoarse voice: "Do you need help?"

His gaze lowered to her front.

Karan crossed his chest angrily: "Shut up, you pervert."

Without the child to feed, the full breast milk will really make her suffer.

Xiovir let go of her calmly.

"There is a surveillance camera hidden in the room. If you... can't help it, solve it and I will see it. I hope you can hold it back."

He laughed hoarsely, not in his usual sarcastic tone, but with a bit of joy in being pleased.

"You..." Karan's chest heaved violently.

Siovel's smile faded a little. He walked over, patted Karan's back, and touched him from the back of his neck to his waist.

"Don't be angry." He put his lips close to her ear, "We can continue to discuss it tomorrow."

He pressed Karan's shoulder again, then straightened up and strode away.

Karan stayed alone in the empty tower, and it took him a long time to calm down.

Tonight, Xiovir did not force her, did not vent his anger on her, and even brought the flirting to an abrupt end in the middle. But Karan had to worry about the "Thorn Bird" and his "help" in the rest of the time.

.

He is too cunning and powerful.

He doesn't need to control her.

Just keep hinting this control to her, you can destroy her heart and regain the power of control.

Karan started looking around for surveillance cameras.

But after a few hours, she found nothing.

Karan realized that this was also one of Xiovir's strategies.

If she doesn't find the camera, she will worry about being spied on; if she finds the camera, she will worry about whether there is anything else.

Maybe there is no monitoring here at all.

Xiovir wanted to tell her that the cage will always exist.

All he had to do was use a non-existent concept to trap her.

Anger surged in Karan's heart, and she tore up the sketch of the manor, crumpled it into a ball, and threw it into the corner.

Damn thorn bird.

She would have to stay in this tower for several more months.

Theowell had promised to let her enroll in the spring, and he gave her two options, either to cover up her hair color or to study remotely.

Karan and he pushed back and forth, argued hard, and finally reached an agreement - she would bundle up like a Muslim and wear a wig to school, but she had to see her children once.

"You can see her once a week." At that time, Siovel told her in a calm tone, "but I'm afraid you can't communicate with her. Because of the genetic problem of congenital heart disease, she may need to be in intensive care.
Chapter completed!