before he was crowned king

In the darkness, there was a rustling sound in the pile of firewood, and the flames were still burning.

Sean sat quietly by the fire, and Alex lay on an old tree trunk with his back to him and let out a steady breathing sound, as if falling asleep.

"Are you so relieved?" Sean looked at the curled up young man and shook his head.

Unlike Eriks, he has trouble falling asleep in the presence of people.Even though he knew that it was impossible for Erics to murder him, he still couldn't allow himself to let go of his consciousness.

Sean took out the black cowhide book he dug out from the Rose Manor, and tore off all the five or six pages about the magic circle.

"Are you going to burn them?" someone asked behind him.

Sean's muscles tensed slightly. After recognizing the owner of the voice, the stiff lines on his back relaxed invisibly.

Because Alex was not far away, Sean didn't talk to him, and he put the few pieces of paper in his hand into the fire.The tongue of flame quickly climbed to the edge of the paper, devouring the secrets recorded on it step by step.

"Why do you always stay with this kid? I hate his breath so much." Herrell walked silently, and when Sean raised his head, he had already stood beside Erics.

"Such a strong bright atmosphere, that old thing is very fond of him." Herrell looked down at the unconscious black-haired youth, the corners of his mouth pulled down, "It will always be troublesome in the future, just kill him now."

Sean sat there watching calmly, as if waiting for Herrell to make a move.

"You won't stop me?" Herrell turned her head, dissatisfied with the youth's reaction.

"It's up to you." Sean turned his eyes back to the fire, and his voice was very soft, as if he didn't want to disturb anything.

As if attracted by Sean's reaction, Herrell no longer cared about the black-haired youth, turned around and walked towards the fire.

"Not yet." The corner of Herrell's mouth curved upwards, "It will be more interesting to see you turn against each other in the future."

"I'm not going to do it first," Sean said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"To complete the contract, fighting is unavoidable." Herrell shrugged slightly, "You and him are inevitable opposites."

"Before that, he might not be able to grow to that level." Sean said lightly, "Now he is not qualified to be an obstacle to me in all aspects."

"Don't you think the tone of your words just now is like this kid's father?" Herrell couldn't help but rolled his eyes.

"..."

"Humans always like to lie to themselves." Herrell said in a helpless voice, "Are you all free?"

"We just don't like to think about things that are too far away." Sean said, holding dry firewood in his hand. "After all, it's uncertain whether we can live to that time. It's useless to think too much."

"Tsk, it's really pitiful."

"So for us, grasping what is at hand is always the most important thing." Sean's voice lowered, "How is the palace?"

"Do it if you say so." Herrera spread his hands, as if he didn't really want to take care of things.

"She should be getting anxious now." Sean seemed to be talking to himself, "In fact, she is easily affected by emotions, and her heart is far less calm than she appears."

"What are you mumbling about?"

"It's nothing, just tonight, let Duke Oscar light the first fire." Sean's eyes narrowed slightly, sparks rose, and he threw the dry wood in his hand into the fire.

Late at night, Rose Manor.

Lady Mary was still in her formal tutu gown, which Janice helped her tie with strings still tight around her waist.This delicate and elegant dress is very tormenting. Usually, after the banquet, Mrs. Mary will change this dress as soon as possible, and then relax in the rose bath that Janice prepared in advance.

But when she returned to the manor tonight, Mrs. Mary ignored Janice's service and changed her clothes, and walked into her room without stopping.

As soon as she opened the door, she began to rummage through boxes and cabinets without a clue. All kinds of messy collision sounds came from the room. Janice stood at the door and looked at the woman's fidgety and confused appearance, guessing that the other party's emotions might be out of control again. Finally, she quietly walked into the house and added "Radelle" to the incense burner.

"Ma'am, what are you looking for?" Janice asked softly.

Madam Mary ignored her and opened all the drawers under the dressing table one by one.