She had decided that he was a poor Thamelian, and Caius very much wanted to open his mouth and explain that he wasn't poor at all, in fact the whole city-state belonged to him.

  The words reached his lips, but he swallowed them back.

  He turned around and stood in front of her, changing his words to "Where do you think I slept?"

  Cynthia's face turned red as she pointed to the only bed in the bedroom with her finger, "I can sleep inside."

  "Good." Kael's gaze was meaningful as he looked at her, his voice low. "I hope you won't regret it."

  Kayus glanced at the wooden bed with a section of its footboard gnawed off by insects, then took off his black cloak and accurately tossed it onto the coat rack by the door.

  Cynthia saw him walk to the bedside, and with a wave of his palm towards the dusty quilt, a burst of fine light spilled down, and the quilt became very clean.

  Kairos sat down beside the bed, leaning against the headboard with his legs crossed and his hands clasped together in front of his chest, closing his eyes.

  Can't help but say that when he closes his eyes, he really looks like a god on a sculpture.

  Cynthia sat on the bench and observed him for a while, but didn't come to any conclusion that would make her regret.

  On the contrary, she thought it was the most correct choice for her to drag him to live here.

  She stood up from the stool, took several deep breaths because of some small wounds on her body.

  She was wondering if Kaylus had any way, or to take pity on her and bring her to see the pharmacist, but tonight she asked for too much, and if she continued to ask for more, it would probably backfire.

  She could only hold on until tomorrow morning.

  Cynthia moved slowly to the bedside and said softly: "Mr. Kayus, are you asleep?"

  The young man closed his eyes and kept his body in the same posture, without even a single eyelash trembling.

  He looked more like a cold-blooded corpse than a vampire.

  Cynthia let out a sigh, gritting her teeth against the pain as she removed her shoes, and in a low murmur introduced herself, "I'm Cynthia, Mr. Kayus."

  She knew he couldn't be asleep, he was just too lazy to bother with her.

  This arrogant and eccentric dog of a man.

  Cynthia carefully climbed up the creaky wooden bed, crawled over his crossed long legs, and rolled inside.

  Her back had been pressed against a tree by Les once before, and Cynthia burst into tears as soon as she lay down.

  She glanced at Kael with tearful eyes, seeing that he was still motionless, turned her body to bury her face in the quilt, and her shoulders began to shake slightly.

  A stifling sob echoed through the quiet bedroom.

  Lonely and desperate.

  Nor did he know whether he was aching for his own wound or for Joyce who had been killed by Lays.

  Cynthia cried for a while, pitied herself, and then lifted her head from the quilt to let out a loud sneeze.

  She looked at Kael with a fearful gaze, seeing that he didn't intend to wake up, a sense of frustration surged in her heart.

  But how could she be willing? She knew he was absolutely awake, and she had to make a last-ditch effort to salvage her good impression.

  Cynthia carefully moved closer to Kayus, grasped the corner of his wide shirt and finally buried herself in the blanket, curled up and fell asleep.

  She had only one head of light golden curly hair exposed outside.

  Kairos opened his eyes to find only the gradually lengthening sound of breathing beside him, and his gaze quickly fell to discover that his hem was being grasped by a small hand.

  She was like a lamb seeking shelter, yet unaware that the butcher had already placed his knife on her neck.

  Kairos pinched a strand of her hair between his fingertips, thinking darkly that perhaps tomorrow she would know her true identity and kneel at his feet, begging for mercy.

  Thinking of that scene, a wave of annoyance surged up in his eyes again, and an extremely contradictory emotion made him directly throw off the hand that was pulling at his hem.

  He got down from bed, pulled open the bedroom door and disappeared into the dawn.

  For the master's all-night absence, a fallen angel who served as the gatekeeper on one of the Roman stone pillars in front of the old castle, showed a curious gaze to the young man coming from the cedar forest.

  ...

  The sound of faint voices came from the entrance, and Cynthia woke up with a severe headache.

  She propped up her forehead with one hand, dazedly opening her eyes, as if the ceiling was spinning...

  She slowly got out of bed, and her body was already cold all over.

  Caius is gone.

  She fell asleep yesterday, and he left afterwards.

  Cynthia lay in bed for a while before getting up and taking the kerosene lamp on the table, supporting herself against the wall as she walked to the bathroom, where she washed her face with some cold water.

  The dim light illuminated the dark bathroom, her face was burning hot, no wonder she got sick after soaking in the stream for so long yesterday.

  He moved out of the bathroom and didn't know if Kayser did it on purpose, but the cloak hanging on the coat rack was not taken away.

  Cynthia endured the discomfort of her body, put on the cloak, which still had a unique minty scent, this smell made her mind clear up a bit.

  Cynthia put on a hood and hid her hair.

  She knew Keirus must have had a reason for doing so; perhaps he was probing something?

  She tied the bag of gold coins on her waist again and went out.

  Luckily yesterday he still had a bit of kindness and mended her clothes, and with the cloak to cover her, she wasn't surrounded by people staring at her as soon as she stepped out.

  But soon she realized she was wrong.

  She is not the only resident in this building.

  It was just when she came out of this door that all the conversations in the corridor outside stopped.

  Cynthia's face was still hidden in her hood and hadn't even looked up when she heard the respectful greeting, "Lord Caicus."

  Cynthia raised her head and looked at the two plainly dressed people who were already bowing to her.

  She knew it was because of the windbreaker, perhaps they were all afraid and didn't have time to compare her height difference with Kael.

  "Cynthia said in a hoarse soft voice: 'Mr. Kayus has gone out.'"

  "Is it a girl?"

  "Girl!"

  Those two people were exceptionally shocked and raised their heads, and after seeing Cynthia's beautiful face hidden under the hood, they exclaimed: "Why do you have an adult cloak!"

  "It was him who stayed in the house..." Cynthia replied honestly, but her flushed face and unsteady gait only elicited more astonished gazes and exclamations from the other party.

  "Lord Kaylus's cloak!? You spent the night with him inside it?"

  Cynthia nodded shyly and said with a bit of grievance, "Do you know where he went? He was gone when I woke up early."

  The man in a red servant's uniform replied: "He doesn't often live here."

  "Ah, is that so?" Cynthia's eyes reddened in an instant, "It was him who brought me back."