Feeling the pressure of his carotid artery, Harold's hair stood on end. The appearance of this figure made many of Harold's previous assumptions seem like a joke .
Perhaps the rules of this castle aren't so severe for these non-humans, but rather designed to target ordinary people and him, the young master of the castle.
Oh no, the clown is actually myself.
Fortunately, the person who came this time only licked his carotid artery a few times. It felt like eating your favorite crispy ice cream, wanting to eat the crispy coating first before enjoying the filling.
Although he didn't open his eyes, Harold already knew who it was. There was only one person who liked to target his major arteries: his stepsister .
So, shouldn't he be grateful that his adopted sister loves him since he's still alive? He must be grateful to his sister for not killing him and for not sleeping with him, right?
Once again held in his sister's arms, Harold could clearly feel her soft, delicate body. To be honest, if his sister wasn't planning to kill him, so be it—being slept with by his sister was something he could tolerate .
But this possibility is actually quite low, since what the sister probably wants is her blood. Honestly, the probability of killing him is even higher than that of the succubus. After all, some things, once done, are done; if not a single drop is left, even a succubus can't do much.
But blood is different. A person can live without any other bodily fluids, but how can they live without any blood ?
But what's done is done, there's not much to say, time to sleep. Honestly, sleeping with my sister is more comfortable than sleeping alone; at least my head is off.
The next morning, when Harold woke up, she could still clearly feel her dear "little sister" still on top of her.
That soft touch spoke of the perfection of the young girl's delicate body. Everything in the right places was perfect; though petite, she was certainly developed to the point of being edible. Harold could probably understand why his adopted sister was so clingy, even suggesting they engage in incestuous relations.
This isn't his original world; its worldview is more similar to the Western Middle Ages. According to the original owner's memories and some materials he saw in the study, in this world, to ensure the purity of bloodlines, bizarre things like sibling marriage and even father-daughter marriage frequently occur .
What does it mean that my daughter's daughter is still my daughter? What does it mean that the child of my sister and my child is still my child? What does it mean that my mother's mother is my sister?
So, while it's bizarre that my adopted sister would sneak over and wake me up in the middle of the night in all sorts of strange ways, it's not entirely incomprehensible. After all, the nobles of this world certainly have it a bit too wild.
Getting up from his sister's entangled arms and legs, he found the head maid already waiting for him at the door. After washing up, Harold went straight to the training grounds; he needed to confirm one thing: the head guard from earlier that day had indeed left the castle.
Although he still held a sliver of hope, when he arrived at the training ground, the head guard, who always trained faithfully every day through the coldest and hottest winter months, was indeed gone .
Although the head guard was absent, Harold still conscientiously picked up his two-handed sword and began practicing. In this dangerous and treacherous place, every bit of improvement in strength was valuable. While his body was relatively weak compared to non-humans, it was quite good compared to normal people his age. If a normal person's attributes were around five, Harold's were at least eight in all attributes .
This was all thanks to those inhuman creatures who fed and cared for him; even a pig would have been fattened up by now.
I trained on my own as usual, and before I knew it, it was breakfast time.
At the long breakfast table, the older and younger sisters, dressed in long gowns and princess dresses, were already seated. However, the guest lady Margaret was conspicuously absent. Seeing this, Harold's face visibly darkened. This wasn't surprising; the married schoolteacher was clearly avoiding him. If she didn't see him at all before he turned eighteen, things would get very serious .
The advisor, whose questions cannot be avoided and for whom only the correct answers can be given, is a very good source of information. Even if the advisor digs traps in their answers like the paper tiger next door, as long as what they say is true, you can still learn some key information.
But the other party isn't showing up, what can he do?
Harold 's gaze swept over the maid who usually stood beside Guest Lady Margaret, and he asked, "Why didn't the Guest Lady come for breakfast? Is something wrong with her health?"
The maid delivering the meals kept her head down, her shoulders trembling slightly, her voice barely audible, as if speaking to Harold was something she dreaded.
"Ms. Margaret...was so engrossed in brewing the potion that she neglected to eat or sleep, and specifically requested that breakfast be brought to her room. She simply didn't have time to come out and see you. "
"Good, good, good," Harold mentally applauded his guest. What a clever excuse! If she said she was sick, he could at least find an excuse to visit her, but saying she was too busy left him with no reason to even go see her .
Seemingly noticing Harold's agitation, the older sister looked at him with a more indulgent and playful gaze, much like watching her own husky wreaking havoc. The younger sister, meanwhile, ate her food indifferently, her eyes filled with more mockery and restraint .
"It seems our morning classes will have to be canceled. In that case, Serafina, may I walk around the castle? You know I haven't been feeling well these past few days, and I'd like to clear my head. "
Harold glanced at Seraphina, who was standing at the corner of the table arranging silverware. The housekeeper wore a dark velvet butler's uniform, each silver button fastened to the collar, even the cuffs were perfectly ironed. She looked up, her silver-gray eyes devoid of emotion, her tone as flat as stating established rules.
"Young Master is the heir to the Kodanis family. Although you haven't inherited the castle yet, everything in the castle is open to you, except for areas personally forbidden to you by the Madam and Master."
"No one, except the Madam and the Master, has the right to stop you."
“If you’re bored, young master, how about I accompany you on a tour of the castle?” Head maid Lilith calmly observed the scene and spoke softly. She wore a fitted black lace maid outfit with tiny raven patterns embroidered on the collar. A fresh gardenia, its petals still glistening with morning dew, adorned her dark brown curls. Her crimson eyes swept over Harold’s face, her tone perfectly respectful, neither overstepping boundaries nor lacking in intimacy .
After a moment's thought, Harold didn't refuse. The castle should be safe during the day, but it was still far too eerie. Having the head maid with him would offer some protection. As for whether it would interfere with the investigation? Don't be ridiculous. The scene yesterday where the butler suddenly appeared behind him clearly demonstrated that as long as he remained in the castle, he was being watched no matter what he did .
It's better to be open than to be secretive and arouse suspicion. Besides, sometimes, rules that are stated in the open are still rules.