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

"Guardian god...?" Lor murmured to himself. These words seemed to have some kind of magic. The Islan family originated from the border of Eternal Night and had guarded the border of the principality, the Great Wall of Eternal Night, for generations.

On the other side of the Wall of Eternal Night is the bloody kingdom ruled by vampires, where humans and other alien races are kept in captivity as mere food, never seeing the sunlight all day.

Before the War of Eternal Night, the two races had lived in peace for hundreds of years with the Great Wall as the boundary. Most people believed that the vampires had become content with the status quo and would never cross the Great Wall again.

Until the queen ascended the throne, her bloodshot eyes once again looked towards the human territory.

Lor had just arrived and his impression of this world was only the fragments of memory left to him by his previous life.

I vaguely know that in this world there are powerful knights who gallop across battlefields and come and go freely, guarding the principality; there are vampires who feed on blood and never see the sun, living on the other side of the Great Wall; there are dead undead, wandering on the snow that never melts all year round...

But in his impression of his own family, there is no such guardian angel. Was it because his previous life's parents protected him too well?

"Sister Annie, of course I believe you... Then how can I summon the Patronus?"

Lor vaguely sensed that something was wrong, but at this point he had no other choice but to trust the housekeeper and maid left behind by his parents.

"Master, I will help you," Annie leaned close to Luo Er's ear and exhaled softly, with a dark mist in her eyes.

"Today, as long as you listen to me, I will not let you be taken away by the Grand Duke."

By the end, her voice had become very soft, and Lor's beautiful eyes suddenly flashed with a trace of trance, as if she didn't hear clearly what Annie said.

His consciousness began to become blurred, his body began to heat up little by little, and he fell to one side, unable to support himself, but was caught in Annie's arms.

Anne sat down on the edge of the bed, holding Lor, who was as dazed as a doll, in her arms, and caressing his gradually hot cheeks lovingly and gently.

Her fingertips gently touched Lor's soft eyelashes, teasing her a little. Looking at the young master's dazed expression, her delicate red lips curled up little by little.

"It's almost there. After raising it for so long, it's finally going to mature..." Annie stroked Lor's delicate and beautiful face, staring at his tender lips with burning eyes.

"Don't let that lunatic Ji Zui take you by force."

She gently stroked Lor's slender wings, closing them little by little, slowly lowered her face, and gently kissed Lor's delicate red lips, stroking them gently.

……

Lor seemed to be dreaming, the dream was filled with the rich scent of roses. He was walking alone in the Islan Manor. There was obviously no one there, but he felt that something was secretly watching him.

Lor walked in a daze, through the courtyard, through the corridor, and to the spiral staircase, but it was not going up, but spiraling downward.

Is there a basement in the manor? Luo Er thought subconsciously, and the shadows around him began to move, and whispers continued to come out of the shadows.

Those were words he had never heard before, like the grinding of teeth of a wild animal or the friction of metal, extremely awkward. Strangely, Lor seemed to understand their words slowly.

"He is still young..."

"How tempting..."

“A delicious sacrament…”

Lor suddenly felt cold all over and shivering. In his dream, he was going down and the spiral staircase seemed to lead to an endless abyss.

Until, until he came to the door of a stone chamber. The stone door had been pushed open and there was a flickering candlelight inside.

"Ah, Master, you are here."

Someone is quietly waiting in the stone chamber.

"I have been waiting for a long time."

Lor walked into the stone chamber. The ground was damp and cold. Countless white candles were placed on both sides of the road, leading him to the platform. On the platform, a figure in a hooded robe was waiting for him.

"Who are you?" Lor spoke softly. The voice of himself in the dream was soft and cold, with a childish tone. Is this, is this what happened when Lor was a child?

"Young master, I am the patron saint of Yislan," he said in a long black robe, his face completely hidden under the hood.

Young Lor spoke coldly. Even though he was young, his delicate face showed that he was destined to grow up to be a beauty who would bring disaster to the country and the people.

What is even more rare is that the cold and majestic temperament of Lor at this time is completely different from the weakness and submissiveness he showed in the memory fragments later.

"My name is Lor, Lor-Islam," the indifferent words came out of little Lor's mouth, with unquestionable arrogance, "I am Islam."

"..." A faint laugh came from under the hood, "So, young master, are you here to sign a contract with me?"

"That's why I came here." Lor in the dream spoke calmly, without any fluctuation in his beautiful eyes.

"Lift your hood."

"As you wish." The hood was slowly lifted back, and the charming and delicate face hidden in the shadows gradually became clear. The purple eyes were deep and enchanting, making people intoxicated by them.

Even Lor had to admit that he had never seen such a beautiful woman in his two lifetimes.

She looked like a girl of only sixteen or seventeen years old, but she had an oddly mature temperament, and her seductive figure was completely hidden in her robe.

Just by looking at her appearance, one can't help but imagine what kind of beautiful body is beneath the robe.

Her facial features were so exquisite that they seemed unreal, as if there was a layer of mist shrouding them, and anyone who looked at them seemed to be able to see the appearance of the most beautiful person in their heart.

The quality education that Lor received in his previous life made him realize that the so-called "beauty" is a time-limited thing. In some eras, fat is considered beautiful, in some eras, frailty and thinness are considered beautiful, and in some eras, heroic and masculine are considered beautiful.

But the face of this person in front of me can perhaps be described as "beautiful in any circumstances."

Not only that, even the body under the robe can also meet this characteristic: she is the basis of beauty.

This is a beauty that transcends the mundane.

This could never be human.

Just by looking at this otherworldly beauty, Lor felt his mind slow down and it became increasingly difficult to think, but his body spoke unconsciously.

"...Is the patron saint of Islan the legendary goddess of beauty?" It was unbelievable that the young Lor was still able to stay awake and have a normal conversation.

"That's right," the beautiful woman smiled, and for a moment the candlelight seemed to stop flickering, and the dim stone room became bright.

"The goddess of beauty has long since fallen from the altar. You are just a demon that has taken over the remains of her body."

The tender voice of young Lor echoed in the stone chamber, but it contained outrageous words and shocking secrets.

As if her identity was revealed, the beautiful face of the woman in front of her seemed to crack, revealing hideous cracks, and dark mist diffused out from it. Her purple eyes turned into deep, dark holes, which made people shudder.

"Young Master, you are really brave."

The demon's voice became hoarse, and countless dark mists overflowed from under the robe, gradually filling the entire stone chamber, and the young Lor's tiny figure was also swallowed up by the mist.

"Even so, you still dare to come and sign a contract with me?"

"That's what I'm here for."

Pitch-black fog filled the entire stone chamber. A boy's childish yet determined voice was heard from the fog, followed by a creepy laugh.