Slaying

The dim moonlight behind the curtain did not light up Lucien's room, but made the whole place very quiet and somehow even darker.

The darkness in the room was not evenly distributed, as if the darkness had life. But when one took a closer look at it, there was nothing in the darkness.

Lucien was lying in the bed, and his breath was long and smooth. It seemed that he had fallen into a sweet dream in his deep sleep.

"The darkness shows… He's indeed in the bed…

"His swords… two swords… about ten centimeters from his hands. He's very alert…

"Breath… heartbeat… spiritual power… all normal. Hands are covered by the blanket… hard to tell… His posture is awful… not like a noble at all…

"He's in deep sleep. Maybe the many guards in the castle made him feel safe…