Demon King's Mentor

"Do I have the right to say no?" Estero looked at the silver bracelet.

"No." Eric said.

"During this year, don't wake me up from my dream." Estero turned around and lay down on the bed, with his back to Eric, "This is my condition."

Eric wanted to say something, but he remained silent. He looked at the back of the prince. He dozed off for a while until the early hours of the morning. When he woke up, he saw Eastero still on the bed. Put your heart down.

Estero didn't say a word, just lay there with his eyes open and looked towards the roof. When Eric said good morning to him, he didn't even flap his eyelashes, motionless like a stone statue.

Eric guessed that he hadn't slept all night, so he got up and tied the chain on his hand to the bed before going out of the room to make breakfast.He threw the oatmeal into the boiling water, waited until the scent came, and sprinkled some dried fruit in the middle of the night.

He looked down at the smooth wooden bowl in his hand. He had polished it for a long time to avoid any bumps from scraping each other. He had imagined Eastero holding the wooden bowl and rubbing his fingertips against the bowl wall, imagining him touching the bowl with his lips. Along the way.He remembered the other party's preferences, and added a little more dried fruit to the porridge.

"Let's eat something." Eric came into the room with the porridge. He looked at the steam rising from the porridge, and imagined that when Estero's lips touched it, he would be slightly scalded by the heat. Now, thinking of this, Eric smiled slightly.

Estero had already closed his eyes, and the blue under his eyes made him look very tired. When Eric put down the bowl gently, the other party suddenly trembled, and then let out a painful groan.

"…no, do not want…"

Estero's conditions prevented Eric from walking over to wake him up. He could only watch his complexion become more painful and distorted until cold sweat dripped from his forehead and the iron chain on his wrist made a rattling sound. Stroll woke up from the dream.

His eyes had almost faded to light green, he was gasping for breath with his mouth open, his wrists were still trembling nervously, and the iron handcuffs rubbed against the skin of his wrists, causing him to inhale in pain.

Eric uncuffed him and refilled a bowl of porridge: "Eat something?"

Estero just shook his fingers and turned his back to him.Eric put down the bowl, sat beside him, didn't say anything, just watched his back quietly, until night, Estero didn't get up to eat.

Until the morning of the third day, when Eric woke up, Eastero seemed motionless, only the slight ups and downs of his body made him look alive.Eric stood up and saw that the water and porridge on the bedside cabinet had been disturbed.

It seems that Eastero doesn't like oatmeal, which is a common food. Although there is still more than half a bowl of porridge left, the dried fruit in it is gone.As a royal family, Estero has never been hungry, and it seems that he does not intend to wrong his pampered stomach. Even at this time, he still only eats what he likes. Eric looked at the bowl The cold porridge couldn't help laughing.

He went out, added some hot water to the bowl, looked at the wet marks on the wooden spoon, and drank the rest of the porridge in the bowl.

It went on like this for a long time, and sometimes Eric would disappear for a day or two to test whether Eastero would escape, and after confirming that the other party could not escape, Eric was relieved.Now that there is no dry food at home, Estero is getting thinner and thinner, and he will gradually eat some oatmeal, but he looks very bad, and he is tortured by repeated nightmares all the time, and there is almost no chance to breathe.

"You don't look very healthy," Eric touched his blond hair scattered on the sheet, "Now there is nothing at home, I have to go out to work, and I will buy you some food when I get the money. What do you want? Fruit or meat?"

"The logging camp on the mountain, I've been working there before," Eric said, pointing out the window. "It has a good view, and I can see this house from the logging camp."

Estero sat on the bed, staring at his wrist as if Eric didn't exist.

Eric put on his coat and was about to leave. Looking at the prince sitting on the bed, he was still uneasy. He paused and held the hand on the door frame, and said, "Esther...if you, if you can untie that bracelet ..., remember to let me see you one last time before you leave, okay?"