The beautiful boy who was reborn in the dark world of women

Lor was stopped by Ilandani and walked out of the dormitory. Inside the dormitory, Lor still felt that this was a normal and comfortable room. The color, decoration and objects were similar to those in the Islamic territory. It was a standard aristocratic room in the principality.

But as soon as he walked out of the dormitory, the situation suddenly changed.

Even during the day, the Palace of Thorns was still dim, and the bright sunlight seemed unable to penetrate directly.

The marble walls of the palace are covered with thorns. If you look closely, you will find that the branches of the thorns seem to be spreading slowly.

The palace was originally decorated in dark tones, and with blood-red thorns everywhere, it looked less like a duke's palace and more like a stronghold of a cult, with an inexplicable eeriness and horror.

Walking in the palace, the only sounds in the empty space were the footsteps of Lor and Ilandani. Lor even felt that his breathing had slowed down a lot, for fear of disturbing something.

What was even more frightening was that every time she walked a certain distance, a beautiful maid in a black dress would come out of the shadows and bow to Elendani without saying a word. There were already more than ten of them along the way.

Yes, all maids.

Isn't it said that Grand Duke Jizui is very lustful? Why is there so many maids in this palace?

Lor felt that he had discovered a blind spot, and Ilandani naturally noticed that the little guy beside her had been staring at the maid in the Thorn Palace.

"Are you interested in the palace maids?"

Lor was a little startled when someone discovered his little action, and quickly shook his head. After thinking for a while, he said,

"I just thought there would be male servants in the palace..."

After hearing this, Ilandani couldn't help laughing and raised her hand to pinch Lor's delicate little face. Her hand felt smooth and delicate, and she couldn't help but pinch it a few more times.

Lor tried to turn his head away, but failed, and his other hand was still held by Ilandani.

"What are you doing!"

"You don't think that just any cat or dog can be brought in, do you? My mother does have some preferences, but they are limited to beautiful women."

"I agree with you. We only like beautiful things, and in the Rose Continent, there are many more beautiful women than handsome men."

Indeed, in the Rose Continent, women are more female than male, and women have overwhelming advantages in terms of appearance, status, and strength.

Although not all lords of territories are women, the most powerful forces are usually dominated by women, including several large principalities, the Pope of the Church, and even the Vampire Empire across the Wall of Eternal Night, all of which are ruled by women.

There is a saying circulating in the Rose Continent: If a creator really exists, she must be a goddess.

This shows the extent to which women are more powerful than men in the Rose Continent. With the inheritance of power from generation to generation and the solidification of social classes, the status of men has gradually become solidified. In most cases, they can only serve as appendages of women. The aesthetics of the entire continent are also dominated by the aristocratic class, which is mostly composed of women.

Homosexuality is prevalent among the aristocratic class, who, under the ideology of feminism, advocate that love between women is true love, while men only need to reproduce.

Under this concept, the requirements of men and women for appearance are strangely unified:

Men should also be feminine and beautiful. The handsome men who leave a strong mark in history books are usually indistinguishable between men and women.

When praising a man's beauty people would say he is more beautiful than a woman.

Such a man is rare in a million. He is more beautiful than a woman without any makeup. In Lor's previous life, he would be a very handsome boy.

……

The two walked for a while, going up along the corridor in the hall, as if they were heading to the top of the Palace of Thorns.

Lor was still weak and walked slowly. Ilandani also slowed down her pace gracefully until they finally reached the platform at the top of the Palace of Thorns.

The dim light in the palace was swept away, and the bright sunshine was shining, which was a little dazzling. Lor raised his little hand to block the light slightly and looked at the scene on the platform.

The source of the thorns growing everywhere in the palace has been found. The high platform is empty, and the thorns spreading from all directions gather here, entangle, and weave into a blood-red throne, or perhaps this is the source of all thorns.

Ilandani led Lor to the front of the throne. As she moved forward, the thorns blocking the way ahead began to wriggle alive and retreated to both sides, making way for them to move forward.

The thorn chair stood on the edge of the platform, facing the overgrown garden at the back of the thorn palace.

Lor looked at the throne of thorns in front of him curiously. There was no one on the throne. The hideous thorns were intertwined with each other, wrapping the seat layer by layer, full of scarlet and violent beauty. The branches of the back of the chair spread in all directions and extended to the palace below.

"This is my throne." Ilandani raised her hand slightly, with pride in her tone.

Lor looked at the hideous thorns on the throne and felt a phantom pain. It must be chilling to sit on it.

Ilandani saw what Lor was thinking and shook her head. He was just a mortal and was still thinking about the pain of his body.

This is the manifestation of the power passed down from generation to generation by the Duke of Thorns. Mortals cannot understand its greatness.

"Didn't you bring me here to meet the Grand Duke?" Lor asked curiously. The entire platform was covered with thorns, but there was no sign of Grand Duke Elisa.

"Turn around." Ilandani said softly. Lor turned around obediently and looked at the huge thorn garden below, then suddenly widened his eyes.

"That is……"

It is called a garden, but in fact it is more like a plain full of thorns. However, those blood-red thorns are like wriggling snakes, making the whole garden look like a scarlet, constantly churning ocean.

In the very center, thorns are intertwined into a huge round cocoon, like the heart of the garden.

"That's where my mother is. Her birthday is in seven days."

Ilandani stood beside the shocked Lor and said softly, "Only one day a year will the Bloodthorn fall into a deep sleep. Only then can we go deep into it. Lor, I hope you can help me."

"Kill my mother, this generation's Grand Duke of Thorns, on her throne."