Kairos's footsteps paused.

  "Please." Cynthia pulled his cloak and blinked her eyes.

  She's already familiar with this kind of thing.

  The two of them were very close together, and Kael could easily smell the wine on her breath.

  He lowered his head and sneered: "You are full of emotions for a servant like me?"

  "That's friendship," Cynthia corrected, "They're the ones who take care of me besides you."

  "Take care of you?" Kael repeated the three words.

  "Mmm." Cynthia nodded her head.

  She was tossed onto the large bed in the bedroom, Kaelos unfastened his cloak and hung it on the coat rack by the door. His finely carved fingers moved slightly as he gave a condescending command to Cynthia: "Go wash off the stench of the tavern from your body."

  "Oh." Cynthia saw that he was sitting on the small sofa at the bedside and didn't seem to want to leave, so she took her pajamas and ran into the bathroom. However, halfway there, she turned back and stuck her head out to say to Kael:

  "The mug of malted milk I had today was also drunk behind Jo's back, but only a sip was spilled before Anthony allowed me to drink mare's milk."

  She looked terrified that he would pick up the whip and punish them, but Caius merely raised an eyebrow at her, his eyes glinting ominously. "If you don't get rid of that damned smell."

  He hadn't finished speaking when the bathroom door was slammed shut with a 'bang'.

  Kai Er squeezed his brow.

  Ten minutes later, Cynthia emerged from the bathroom with a body full of water vapor, her red hair wet and clinging to her back, a cotton beige nightgown covering her ankles, her bare feet treading on the soft carpet, just about to sit down on the bed when Kael grasped her wrist and pulled her over.

  She let out a cry and fell onto him, only to be met with disdain from the top of his head, "What's wrong with your hair?"

  Isn't it a bit late for him to ask this question now?

  A hand was placed on her head.

  Cynthia shrank back and replied immediately, "My blonde hair going to the tavern would cause a sensation, so I asked Anthony to help me change my hair color. He said it will return in 6 hours."

  Before the magic wore off, Kael had pressed her head down and not only changed her hair color back but also dried her half-damp hair.

  Cynthia's dexterous elbow pressed on his thigh, treating him like a pet, until he asked again, "How far have you gotten with your book?"

  Cynthia was taken aback and then honestly said: "Over ten pages."

  She felt that her breathing had stopped on Kais's body, and she quickly got up from his legs, sat on the bed with the book in her hands, and said urgently: "Didn't you say seven days? It's only been two days, I'll speed up the progress in the study later."

  I had expected as much. Kael sat with his fingers intertwined, resting on his crossed legs, his posture elegant and his gaze calm. "Finish it within seven days, and I'll take you to the Autumn Banquet."

  Cynthia's fingers stopped turning the page as she suddenly lifted her head, her blue eyes filled with anticipation. "Where are you going to take me?"

  She was worried about not being able to think of a way, and he actually wanted to take her there voluntarily!

  Kaius was too lazy to repeat it a second time, he stood up and prepared to leave. Cynthia hastily threw away the book and crawled to the bedside to grab his hand, "I've washed clean, why are you still leaving."

  Her words were no different from a special invitation, but Cynthia didn't notice at all, and even tightened the beautiful delicate hand, turned her head to look at the oversized soft bed and said seriously: "Enough for two people to sleep."

  Kai Er Si only glanced at the bed, rolled his throat, stretched out his hand to pry open her fingers one by one, and said without accepting refutation: "You should go to sleep."

  He didn't mean to stay, and closed her bedroom door.

  Outside, a drizzle of small rain fell, and in no time it gradually grew heavier, pattering loudly on the ground.

  It was very cold at night, and the fireplace in the room could bring enough warmth to Cynthia, but she was so annoyed that she couldn't sleep.

  Under the dark clouds of night, a thunderclap almost tore through the sky.

  Cynthia was startled by a thick and sturdy lightning bolt that flashed directly from outside the window, illuminating the entire room.

  She lay on the bed for a while longer.

  She soon thought of a way.

  Cynthia emerged from the quilt, wrapped a coral plush blanket around her body, and held a pillow in her arms. She quietly opened the bedroom door and went upstairs to the study.

  Outside is stormy, a lot of rain drifted into the stone window on the fourth floor, the air is humid and cold.

  The study door was closed tightly, without a single ray of light.

  He is not here.

  Cynthia was taken aback, where did she go?

  "What are you sneaking around here for?" Antony's voice came coldly from behind.

  She hastily turned around, just as another flash of lightning illuminated the outside. A black bird with shiny feathers stood on the stone windowsill, its red eyes gleaming in the rain that poured down on it. The fourth floor didn't have glass-enclosed windows, and the rain kept pouring down on the bird's feathers.

  "Anthony." Cynthia thought of going over, but she would get drenched in the rain. She took only two steps and stopped, wrapped in a blanket with her pillow, "Where did Kyrios go? I couldn't sleep because of the thunder."

  Anthony's pair of wings spread out, and a laugh came from his beak, "Are you still afraid of thunder?"

  He saw through her lie at a glance.

  Cynthia puffed out her cheeks and said with a mixture of shyness and annoyance: "Tell me quickly!"

  "Isn't there another bedroom next door?" Anthony shivered and let out a comfortable hum.

  "Cynthia's eyes lit up, 'Oh, goodnight dear Anthony.'"

  She ran down the stairs until her figure disappeared in the corridor, and Anthony muttered to himself on that rainy night, "Cute."

  Back to the third floor.

  Cynthia stood in front of the bedroom door that was close to her own, but had never been opened or entered before, and took a deep breath.

  She gently placed her hand on the handle of the double door and slowly pressed down.

  The buckle made a faint gear-turning sound, almost inaudible under the cover of heavy rain and thunder.

  Kairos lay flat on his bed and glanced at the open door before closing his eyes.

  Cynthia slipped in quietly, she didn't expect the temperature in the bedroom to be very low, there was no charcoal burning in the fireplace, and the wall lamp wasn't used either.

  Black and icy cold.

  She could only wrap her blanket tightly around her and rely on a faint glimmer of light outside to make out the room.

  The room was almost devoid of any furnishings, with only a desk and an opulent four-poster bed, its red canopy tied to the posts but not lowered.

  Cynthia tiptoed to the bedside, and outside was another clap of thunder, she shuddered.

  A blue-purple lightning illuminated the bedroom.

  Caius looked as if he had bathed, changed into a fine red woolen robe, lying flat on the quilt, his pale face closed his eyes, his hands placed on both sides of his body, like a lifeless corpse.

  It's being sent out relatively slowly, so I'll get up and take another look later~

  It's estimated that it will be fully sent out by 2 o'clock~

  (End of chapter)