A private manor in a pure black baroque style is in a quiet environment under the blue velvety night, as if isolated from the rest of the world, hidden in the night and the surrounding mountains and lakes.

Right now. In the manor, in the bedroom.

Although it was almost midnight, a thin figure still sat on a rattan rocking chair in front of the window, watching the night outside the window quietly, sleepless, as if waiting for something.

Suddenly, the door was knocked twice, and a man's low voice came out: "Little Lord."

The teenager's lips on the rattan chair moved: "Come in."

It was the bodyguard who had...