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

cold and hungry.

Lor hugged his legs tightly and curled up in the only corner of the cold stone room where there were no thorns. He curled his body into a ball as much as possible to dispel the strong chill that clung to his side.

There was no quilt, and the clothes were torn to tatters. There was nothing to keep out the cold.

Fortunately, it seems that after being parasitized by the offspring of the mother moth, the body still retains a trace of residual vitality.

If it was Lor, who had been taking medicine for a long time and was weak in body, such an environment would be enough to make him seriously ill.

Although the scars left by Ilandani still hurt slightly, they have gradually healed and no longer bleed.

The physical fatigue, hunger and discomfort caused by the cold are still real.

A day ago, he was sleeping in a warm bed in the monastery, but in the blink of an eye, he was caught by Ilandani and taken back to the dungeon. After being tortured, he had to endure the cold and hunger.

The world is so unpredictable. I don’t know which will arrive first, the accident or tomorrow.

……

"Tell me, who do you love right now?"

“…No matter who it is, it won’t be you.”

Lor opened his eyes and stared at Ilandani, his soft and clear eyes carrying a hint of determination and stubbornness.

The dim stone chamber fell into a long silence, and time became slower and more torturous in this silence.

Lor stared into Ilandani's beautiful eyes, which were filled with anger that was enough to burn him to ashes, but Lor seemed to have given up on himself and stared directly at the anger.

"Is that so... Then I understand."

Ilandani's hand, which was stroking Lor's face, moved down little by little, feeling the delicate and smooth touch of the skin, slowly moved to the neck, and stopped at the delicate Adam's apple.

The slender fingers gently pressed on the Adam's apple, like the ambiguous flirtation between lovers, and then opened the palm and gently pinched the neck.

Ilandani also stared into Lor's eyes, looking at the ridiculous stubbornness in those captivating eyes, and exerted a little force with her palms.

She wants to strangle me?!

Lor felt the increasingly strong pressure brought by the increasing strength of the opponent's palm on his throat, and this thought flashed through his mind.

Ask for mercy?

A sharp pain interrupted Lor's thoughts.

The shadow of a bloody thorn grew from Ilandani's fingertips and clung to Lor's neck.

Although it was clearly an illusory silhouette, it penetrated into the flesh and blood, continued to spread, and after circling around, it returned to Ilandani's fingertips again.

Ilandani let go of her hand and let Lor fall to the ground.

Lor covered his neck, as if he was suffocating, and collapsed to the ground in pain.

"uh-huh--"

It was as if something was trying to get into his flesh and blood. Soon, Lor changed the action of covering his neck to pinching, but that thing was so deep in his flesh and blood that there was no way to touch it.

Lor curled up, grabbed his neck with both hands, and struggled desperately on the ground, as if trying to drive away something that had invaded his body.

Soon, an intense pain that seemed to emerge from the depths of his soul knocked Lor down completely. The hands that were pinching his neck fell limply, and the whole person was gasping violently like a stranded fish.

Ilandani squatted down gracefully and looked at Lor's painful expression, but this was not her purpose. Her eyes moved down and stayed on Lor's neck.

The skin there was covered with a circle of blood-red thorn patterns, which looked strange and enchanting against the fair skin tone.

Only then did Ilandani nod her head in satisfaction. She grabbed Lor's hair and made him look up at her. Her words seemed to contain regret, but were also filled with blatant malice.

“If you had been obedient, I could have made you the Grand Duchess, but now I have changed my mind.

I will train you to be a little male cat who only knows how to wag its tail and beg for my favor... Now call me master and let me hear it."

Lor used up his last bit of strength to open his eyes, and uttered weak but clear words.

"Don't even think about it."

Ilandani looked carefully at Lor's stubborn eyes for a long time, then chuckled.

"That's a nice look, I like it very much, I hope you can keep it for a little longer"

"Let you rest for a while tonight. After all, we have plenty of time to enjoy ourselves."

……

That's probably what happened.

Lor touched his neck unconsciously, and he still felt the white and smooth skin, but Miss Yasha said that she had been marked by the blood thorn.

The mark of the blood thorn is on his neck, and it is a very conspicuous mark.

"What does this mark do?"

Lor buried his head in his knees. He was not sure whether Ilandani would use the thorns on the surrounding stone walls to observe him, so he tried not to show any abnormality.

"I don't know either, but I seem to have seen this mark before."

Miss Yasha's voice rang out in her mind, sounding a little uncertain.

"There was a generation of Grand Duke Thorn Sin who once bestowed the power of blood thorns on the knights under her command. Those knights also had thorn marks similar to yours."

"Conqueror Isabel?" Lor murmured.

"I read her biography when I was a child. The period when she was in power was the most radical period of the principality's external expansion, and it was also the most active period for the Knights of Thorns."

"The essence of the Grand Duke's power is the authority to control the Bloodthorn. This authority can be given to others to a certain extent. Those knights can also manipulate the Bloodthorn."

"It is obvious that Ilandani will not give me the authority to operate the Bloodthorn, so it must have other uses..."

Lor murmured, confused.

"Why would such a powerful Bloodthorn be controlled by someone, or are the Grand Dukes of all generations not actually human?"

The Bloodthorn is almost a perfect species except that it has no intelligence:

The almost eternal and immortal vitality, infinite reproduction, infinite spread, indestructible, is like a living natural disaster, wreaking havoc in the principality.

But such a perfect creature is controlled by humans.

"Although I don't know how Grand Duke Thorns controls Bloodthorn, she is indeed a human being."

"Then can't we just attack her directly over the blood thorns?"

"Unfortunately, as the controller of the Bloodthorn, she can share that huge life force and is almost impossible to be killed."

"If Bloodthorn really has no weaknesses, then how did the previous generation of the Grand Duke fall into that situation?"

Lor asked in confusion. The image of the previous Grand Duke lingering on like a mummy was still vivid in his mind.

"During the Eternal Night War, the Blood Clan went to war with the Theocracy and the two principalities at the same time, and dispatched eleven of the thirteen judges, each of whom possessed a very high-ranking blood power."

"The blood race named the power inherited from the blood of their ancestors as blood power. Some powers are indeed powerful and unpredictable. Perhaps they can cut off the connection between the Grand Duke and Bloodthorn."

Lor closed his eyes in disappointment.

We can't expect those vampires to start another war?

Regardless of whether Ilandani will be affected, the first to suffer will definitely be the mortals on the border.

"In her heart, I must be like a rebellious pet. At least she doesn't want to kill me now."

"Then wait. When she relaxes, I will definitely find a way to escape..."