of a bungalow in Tiandou City, Tiandou Empire,
a young man who appeared to be in his early twenties was perusing books on a table. His movements were elegant, each word he wrote seemingly possessing a certain beauty. His face was extremely handsome, with distinct features, though his brows were slightly furrowed, giving him a melancholic air.
His tall and imposing figure resembled a majestic mountain peak, exuding a sense of calm and solid security. His short, neat, gray-black hair, with wisps of hair slightly obscuring his deep, ocean-like gray-blue eyes, seemed to hold endless secrets, often displaying a calm and wise gaze as if he could see through everything in the world.
Gray-black hair and ice-blue eyes were not rare on this continent, but they were still quite unique.
Whenever someone awakens their martial soul at the age of six, their pupils and hair color gradually tend towards the elemental style of their martial soul; for example, the students of Blazing Fire Academy all had red hair and red eyes.
Therefore, his hair color and pupils were rarely seen in the Heaven Dou Empire.
His name was Leosley, not from the Douluo Continent.
Nor was he from the Teyvat Continent; he was merely a soul reborn into the body of someone named Leosley, reincarnating in this form within the world.
He experienced a life similar to Leosley's: a childhood without peace and happiness, betrayed by the person he trusted most, abandoned by his birth parents, encountering equally despicable adoptive parents, and then, just like Leosley, killing them, going to Melo Petersburg, and earning the title of 'Duke
The opportunity for him to arrive here was the abyss eruption affecting Fontaine, causing disturbances in the Primordial Sea of Conception. However, Vilette's rescue was too late; the riot was too fierce.
He originally thought he was the only Teyvat on this "new" continent, but unexpectedly…
At first, he was somewhat confused about what this world was like, until one day, he saw two Soul Masters with "Martial Soul Possession," their feet forming rising circles...
"Douluo Continent?"
Slightly surprised, he had actually transmigrated to this fantasy world.
Not long after, Leosley accepted reality.
Transmigration was fine; he had long wanted to shed his 'Duke' status and live the life of an ordinary person.
Unfortunately, his wish hadn't been fulfilled.
Now, perhaps, was this an opportunity?
His face was sharply defined, like a meticulously sculpted sculpture, every line perfectly proportioned. His high, straight nose resembled a mountain ridge, showcasing his fortitude and decisiveness. His lips, when tightly closed, held a resolute quality, as if once he made up his mind, he wouldn't easily change it.
The unexpected catalyst was that daily, unwavering, cartoon-style milkshake.
Seeing this milkshake filled with an aura of 'barrenness,' Leosley smiled helplessly.
The head nurse looked at Leosley expectantly, hoping he would finish the milkshake this time.
However, Leosley glanced at the book on the table, his other hand torn between the milkshake and the black tea.
Every time Leosley's hand got closer to the milkshake, the head nurse would smile.
But!
When Leosley's hand got closer to the black tea, the head nurse's smile would vanish.
Every time, the head nurse hoped Leosley would drink an extra milkshake,
but every time he chose black tea.
This time,
it seemed, would be no exception.
A sulky-looking Melucci always stood by, her expression serious, like an invisible judge, watching Leosley's every move. Her ruby-like eyes were bright and piercing, as if she wanted to see through his every action. No matter how Leosley pretended to be unintentional, his cautious desire to escape couldn't escape her watchful eye. At this moment, Leosley, though past thirty, still seemed like a mischievous child in front of this head nurse from Mero Petersburg, trying every means to avoid that familiar bottle of milkshake.
Leosley frowned slightly, sighing inwardly. The taste of this milkshake was truly unforgettable; the rich bitterness and sweetness intertwined on his tongue, like a painful memory from his past. Recalling that feeling, he couldn't help but shudder, silently praying to escape this ordeal.
"Head Nurse, did you change the milkshake recipe?" Leosley finally couldn't help but ask, his tone tinged with expectation and doubt. Had Siegwen really heard his deepest prayers and made some innovations in the flavoring? He was slightly curious.
"No, why?" Siegwen wore a faint smile, seemingly without guilt. Her eyes, however, were sharp as a hawk's, fixed on Leosley, as if trying to see through every fluctuation in his heart. Her concern for him was like a gentle spring breeze, warm and unwavering.
"Ah, is that so?" Leosley shook his head helplessly, temporarily burying his questions deep within. Perhaps this was fate's arrangement; he didn't need to seek those hidden answers anymore. He slowly finished the rest of the milkshake, his lips twitching slightly as if waging a silent battle with his own taste buds.
Then, he brewed a cup of black tea; its warm aroma dispelled the discomfort and restored his tranquility. Leosley sipped his tea, glancing at the empty cup, a faint smile playing on his lips.
"Did His Highness stay up late last night?" Siegwen, the nurse, immediately noticed Leosley and asked with concern.
"Yes," Leosley nodded slightly, his expression unchanged, still calm.
"I heard His Highness often stays up late because of his busy work schedule; that won't do!" Siegwen smiled gently, her eyes filled with worry. She said softly, "This isn't Melo Petersburg; even a duke can rest."
"I'm not tired," Leosley replied calmly. He knew this was Siegwen's way of showing concern. For him, nothing had changed; he was still the same duke, still steadfast in his post.
Looking at the person before him, a warm feeling washed over Leosley. This feeling brought him peace, unwavering despite his exhaustion. Even at his most weary, nothing felt more comfortable than this.
"Yes, I understand. Just tell me, and if you need any help, please let me know," Siegwen said with a smile.
"Don't worry, I'm fine," Leosley nodded gently, a smile playing on his lips. He understood that Siegwen was concerned for him, not just offering simple care.
Their conversation warmed the air around them. Their eyes met, conveying a silent understanding. Perhaps, this kind of care was true protection.
(End of Chapter)