She carefully washed herself clean and came out from inside wearing a nightgown, her body still emitting a faint fragrance.

  Cynthia shrank back onto the bed, waiting quietly for Kyrios to come.

  The footsteps that occasionally echoed in the corridor outside also gradually disappeared, she curled up in the warm quilt, and was drowsy due to the warmth from the fireplace, her eyes began to close.

  It wasn't until her body slumped against the headboard and fell onto the soft quilt that Cynthia suddenly woke up.

  She sat up, drowsily looking at the warm and cozy bedroom.

  It's been a long time and Kael is still not here to sleep, he might not come tonight.

  Aware of this possibility, Cynthia threw off the covers and put on her shoes, then ran to push open the bedroom door.

  The outer corridor, the floor was covered with a long red carpet by Anthony's quick movements.

  What a gorgeous color again.

  She yawned and quickly walked to the edge of the stairs, where a red carpet was also laid out.

  "Are you looking for an adult?" A small black bird that had been perched on the handrail flew down and transformed into Eber right in front of Cynthia.

  "Where did he go?" Cynthia tried hard to suppress the surprise at the bottom of her eyes and put on a curious look.

  Evil praised the princess's appearance, "Now that I can see your face clearly, no wonder all of Temeria is talking about your looks. You're indeed very beautiful, even more so than an elf."

  Nobody doesn't like to hear words of praise, Cynthia smiled politely, "Thank you."

  "The grown-up is in the study on the second floor, you can go over."

  Cynthia nodded and went upstairs, stepping on the stairs.

  Before long, Qiao walked up from downstairs and accused loudly, "The hostess obviously didn't go on purpose. You shouldn't have guided her to go upstairs. You might even get her thrown out."

  "Don't be so tense, Joe. I'm sure the master will let her stay in the study for the night." Anthony came down from upstairs with an empty tray in his hand.

  Qiao pursed her lips and her expression became indifferent.

  Cynthia stepped on the red carpet and walked upstairs, the study was the only place with lights on this floor, shining through the gap of a closed arched wooden door.

  She tidied up her hair and patted her sleepy face, making herself look more spirited before slowly walking over.

  Cynthia wanted to knock on the door, but just as her fingers were about to touch it, a small gap was quietly opened.

  The door is not locked.

  She opened and stood by the door.

  The candlelight was bright inside, and one wall was filled with books. The red wooden bookshelf alone was three to four meters high.

  In front of the bookcase stood a long table, it was high, but just right for Kairos.

  He was wearing only a red shirt, lounging behind the desk with his legs crossed, the brown jacket thrown over the back of the chair, holding a book in his hand, and on the table there was also a glass of white wine, the whole scene looked like a young nobleman walking out of an oil painting.

  Handsome, elegant, enchanting, all good adjectives can be annotated on Kaisar.

  Cynthia was almost trapped in this painting of his and couldn't come out, her eyes showing a brief daze.

  Caius stopped flipping through the book with his slender white fingers when he heard the noise at the door.

  He lifted his head, and the warm light made his red eyes and overly pale skin look much softer.

  "What's going on?"

  His slightly cold tone carried a hint of doubt.

  Cynthia, who had come back to her senses, pinched the hem of her nightgown and said softly, "Aren't you going to sleep? It's very late."

  She thought he would say something like there was only one bed or that he refused to stay in the same bedroom with her, but instead Caius replied in his flat tone, "I don't need sleep."

  Cynthia's almond-shaped eyes suddenly widened, her pupils shrinking as if she thought she had misheard.

  Seeing her dull expression, Kael raised his chin slightly, with a hint of disdain in his eyes. "That's such a waste of time. I never waste my time on meaningless things."

  Never sleep...

  Still speaking with such pride, shouldn't this be an unbearable punishment?

  Cynthia's eyes couldn't help but show a hint of sympathy, and she said in a certain tone, "Never? That would be exhausting, and your body would have problems too."

  "Don't measure me by your fragile body." Kaelus glanced at her with a hint of disdain.

  Alright then.

  This guy doesn't need sleep at all.

  Cynthia felt inexplicably stifled. She turned around and closed the door to the study, then said: "I'm not sleepy, can I read here for a while?"

  She walked to the edge of the table, her light golden curly hair falling on her chest, paired with a beige skirt, giving off an ethereal feel.

  Kairos' gaze lingered briefly on her nightgown before he flatly refused, "I don't like being disturbed."

  "I promise I won't make a peep." Cynthia winked, and for good measure, she also raised two fingers in a scout's honor.

  Kairos raised his eyes to meet hers, his expression filled with distrust, but Cynthia waited patiently for his response, even seeming to enjoy the rare opportunity to look down at him, as if their positions had finally been somewhat reversed.

  "Go sit over there and don't come over." Kael finally pressed down his brow, pointing to a long sofa directly across from the desk.

  "I'll go find the book first." Cynthia's eyes lit up and she immediately went around to the bookshelf behind him.

  However, it's a bit embarrassing that she doesn't recognize most of the characters in here.

  Alchemy, Elvish language, Alchemy...

  Alright, none of them make sense.

  But in order to stay with Kael in the same room, Cynthia still made an effort to search for a while and finally found a book that was historical for this era.

  Ethnic origin.

  She clutched the book to her chest and glanced at the string of dense, intricate runes in Kael's hand, which she couldn't understand.

  In three thousand years, language will be unified, and this ancient literature, she can't understand it either, which is normal.

  Sat down on a nearby sofa, next to which was a white fur blanket that looked very valuable.

  Cynthia touched it with her hand, it should be some kind of large wild beast, and the touch feels great.

  She secretly glanced at Kael, who was engrossed in his book, and quietly opened the book in her hand.

  After flipping through two pages, she gradually became focused.

  Although the text was a bit obscure and difficult to understand, she still managed to grasp the origin of the spirits.

  They were born from the corpse of a giant, absorbing the essence of the giant, and eventually became spiritual beings.

  There is no record of this in later generations, it should be prohibited by this ethnic group.

  The first to be born from the corpse of a giant was the Elf King.

  What about Na'zak? He should have appeared before the Elf King.