Leaning on Leillard's arms, we didn't have a heartbeat, so I couldn't feel whether Rirad's heart was speeding up, but he took me to look at the past one by one, and I was moved.

Every scene in the picture is full of happiness and joy, and I can feel what Llard means when he says that we have been happy before.

But Leillard, choose to be with me because my red eyes are destined for me to be a queen, or because you really like me Hatherine?

There were a dozen more paintings in the back, but Llard wouldn't let me look at them, looking at the easels wrapped in white cloth with regret, curiosity overriding all else, twisting his steps and approaching the easel.

"Hetherine!" I heard Lillard's panicked cry as my hand touched the easel, "Don't!"

I smiled, withdrew my hand, and looked at Llard smugly, "Is it something bad?"

"I'm willing to record our lives as they are, and I'll definitely show you, but I'm sorry...... Now is not the time. Lirad looked at me apologetically, his green eyes flickering a little, and I was even more sure that the paintings after this should record the reason for my sleep, or rather, the murderer who harmed my sleep.

I nodded, took Rirad's hand and walked out, "It's Sharman...... Right?"

"Hatherine......" Richard's hand trembled.

I want to laugh a little, he is the king of the blood clan, what else is there to be afraid of, "I have been asleep for a long time, and I also know that you can't wait for four hundred years, but if you know that the person who harmed me is her, and you can still be with her without any guilt, what reason do you have to imprison me?"

Lirad looked at me stunned, as if he were looking at a stranger, when in fact, to me, we were strangers.

Vivien told me that the room at the end of the corridor contained all the secret answers, and I went to find them. I leaned against the window of the stairs and tilted my head to look at the mess in the garden, "Who is buried there?"

"Nobody. Leillard's voice was still cold, but this time it was with a different ferocity.

Who...... Isn't there either?

Why does the diary say: ...... In the middle of the night, I heard a commotion in the garden, and secretly lifted the curtains to see the housekeeper carrying a corpse to be buried in my favorite rose bush......

If I wrote it in my diary, I should have seen it, why did Lillard deny it.

"I told you, a diary from 400 years ago, don't get your hopes up. Riillard sighed, stroked the broken hair on my forehead, and looked at me with a slightly melancholy look, "Although Vivien was your former maid, four hundred years have passed, even you and I have changed, and you still expect a maid to be as loyal to you as before?"

I took a step back, leaning against the wall, staring at Llillard with wide eyes, and I could clearly feel myself trembling, not because of Larard's words, but because of my conjecture, "Vivien is...... You killed, didn't you?"

A trace of cruelty flashed in Llard's eyes, his pale green eyes turned dark green, he took a step closer to me, almost pressed me between him and the wall, put his mouth to my ear, and said fiercely, "You are mine, the only queen of my Llard, I will not allow anyone to hurt you, whoever hurts you, will disappear!"