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Seth has his own unique way of making you forget about a person.

In the base camp of the Royal Knights in the northern forest, there is a separate tent specially built for the Duke, with a stove, bed and woolen carpet.After Seth helped me off the dragon's back, he closed the curtain of the tent and added coals to the stove.He used to do this kind of thing when he was in Fort Aiye. It was many years ago when he sat on the deck chair and watched Seth half-kneeling in front of the fire to add wood.

He warmed the close-fitting shirt by the fire and changed it for me.

Not mentioning the past is a tacit agreement I reached with Curtis after I returned to him.

But at that time, I didn't hold back: "I have already died once in Aiye Castle, and I was put into the coffin by your own hands. I will not accept the mercy and charity of my enemy."

Seth didn't say a word, but firmly and gently took off my blood-stained coat and put on a soft clean shirt for me.

I was furious: "Do you think I can't see through your meanness and hypocrisy?!"

The rocking chair suddenly fell over, Seth was on top of me, his hand was on my chest, his broken hair was hanging on my forehead, he looked down at my eyes: "Master, in your heart, I have always been mean, hypocritical and shameless synonymous with?"

It's like a ferocious beast suddenly smiled at the hunter one day.

"It's better to be shameless and shameless to the end." His hands began to unbutton the unfinished shirts: "Do what I have always wanted to do for many years. In this way, if I unfortunately lose you one day, I will not have any regrets."

Seth's way of getting you to forget someone is to keep aggressing until your mind and body tire and grind to a halt.

The fire went out.

In the dark he parted my legs.

I resisted, and he tied my hands with buckskin and kissed them lightly.

Then the hair and the cheeks, and he buried his nose in my hair and sucked in the air like a greedy alcoholic sucking on the aroma of wine.

Then kissed all the way down the body, breaking my legs.

The body was in tearing pain because of being penetrated, and he comforted me: "My lord, I will soon make you feel what happiness is."

I knew that Seth had adopted child molestation in his castle, but I didn't expect him to be so familiar with this crime, as if he had rehearsed it countless times in his mind.

The body is stretched because of pain, and stretched out because of pleasure.

He helped me to sit up, and forced another position in the dark until my body lost consciousness because of exhaustion, and I couldn't respond to him no matter whether it was happiness or pain.

"You will be punished by God," I told him.

In the darkness, he seemed to think seriously for a moment: "I am willing."

It is always said that the relationship between the Duke of Lancaster and his old friend the Marquess of Seth Elberd is not as bad as it may seem.The duke didn't even use a valet, and every day Seth would bring in ironed shirts and coats and dress them for him himself.

I hate him.

Every morning, he appeared at my bedside in a dignified manner, helping me put on my clothes like a well-trained knight treats his master.His eyes didn't even linger on the traces of the forcible assault from the night before, and when he saw it occasionally, he knelt down by the bed with a blank expression on his face.

I hate him, but Lane is dead.If a person has experienced the death of a loved one twice, he will also become powerless to hate even one person.

I couldn't bear my self-blame and tried to end this life.

During the second deployment of the poisonous herb, Seth appeared.He overturned the hot cauldron, and suddenly hugged me, just like the lonely and stubborn young master when he first came to Aiye Castle.

"My lord, Denton needs you. You must live." His hug was so tight that it was suffocating, "Because Denton's future is not owned by Curtis, nor by the old Earl Lancaster who conspired against him back then. It won't be Liberal either."

He let go of me, got down on one knee, and put his hands on his chest.

Head bowed deeply.

"It is yours, Prince Ansair. My Prince."