The mysterious journey begins with becoming a pirate

When Wales woke up, he found himself lying on a two-meter-wide bed. The soft bed was covered with gorgeous carvings, and the silky quilt was embroidered with canaries and iris flowers.

The lights above the head emitting light purple light revealed a strange atmosphere. The entire room was covered with a layer of lavender veil.

He rubbed his eyes again, a little in disbelief. I thought I was probably still dreaming.

Am I not on the ghost pirate ship? ?

The decoration of this room is quite luxurious, and it is not much better than my villa in Benjamin District.

The solid wood floor exudes a luxurious feel, and the accessories on the desk next to it are by no means cheap.

He was only wearing silk pajamas, but he couldn't feel the cold at all.

This is completely unimaginable in the winter of Damia.

He stood up from the bed in confusion and walked towards the window sill.

The scene outside the window surprised him again, confirming that he was still dreaming.

The twisted branches, the dazzlingly colored mutated flowers, and the gorgeous sky all tell the story of the weirdness here.

A gray fog filled the garden, covering the entire manor, making it difficult for him to see clearly.

There is no sun in the sky, what lights up the world is those dazzling lights in the sky.

But these weirdly colored lights also give the world a strange atmosphere. The mist is also stained with various weird colors.

Such an environment was eerily quiet, with no sound at all. Even the wind seemed not to exist.

His heart beat wildly. The hand holding the window sill tightly seemed to make him feel a little bit of reality.

But this is so real and so unbelievable.

"I must be in a dream." He comforted himself.

Then, he turned his head and walked towards the few items in the room - the desk leaning against the wall.

The coldness under his feet stimulated him, making him look down.

The wooden floor has been polished to a smooth surface and even has a layer of wax on it. It looks to be well maintained.

He came to the desk and looked at the things on the desk.

A stack of pale yellow paper, a quill made of owl tail feathers, a bottle of pure black ink, and a simple but luxurious desk lamp.

The desk and chairs were carved with classic Damian-style carvings, giving him a sense of familiarity.

There were sudden footsteps at the door, which made his already nervous heart jump suddenly.

"Who?" he asked loudly. It was as if the sound could embolden him.

As the heavy dark brown door was slowly opened, his heart beat faster and faster.

"Dong~~~dong~~dong~"

The moment the door was about to open, he stepped back to the window and stared there with wide eyes. It was as if there was some infinitely terrifying demon appearing behind the door.

The door was slowly pushed open through a small gap, revealing a thin human hand, pushing the door open forcefully, and a soft exclamation came from the room:

"Finally pushed open! What kind of broken door is this?"

Wales was suddenly stunned and felt that his nerves were a little more sensitive.

But he didn't dare to let down his guard.

Especially in a strange and strange environment, no one knows whether the cute thing is a devil or not.

The gap became wider and wider, and Wales could clearly see the person behind the door.

It was a fragile girl wearing a black and white maid uniform.

He is about 1.3 meters tall, thin and looks a little pitiful.

How could someone so cute be a devil? ?

But Wales always felt as if he had seen her there.

Although the clothes he was wearing had changed, he would never admit it.

It's the waiter at Night Rose, Moonlight Princess Lilith.

But this situation gave him a hint of doubt.

Is this a dream?

Why is it so real, but if not, why would the waiter of Dark Night Rose appear in such a strange manor?

Is it because of my subconscious mind? So why do I dream about this girl?

"Where is this?" Wales asked Lilith cautiously.

Lilith finally opened the door and got in. She exclaimed when she heard Wales' words: "Ah! You woke up. A little earlier than expected."

"Isn't this a dream?" Wales asked stupidly.

Lilith pinched her waist, looked at Wales, and said proudly:

"A dream? Of course not. Although I don't know where this is. But you will have to live here for a while from now on."

As he spoke, his mood gradually calmed down, and he slowly sat on the big bed. After hearing Lilith's words, he asked in confusion:

"Why?"

"Why?" Lilith said with a delicate face.

"Why do I live here for a while? Where is this place?" Wales asked in confusion.

"I've said it all. I don't know where this is. As for why you live here. Don't you know?" Lilith asked with her eyes widened.

A hint of sadness suddenly appeared in Wales's eyes. He already knew that this should be the real world, not a dream.

The reason for this situation is of course because Roger sold himself. Like a commodity.

He sighed, feeling that his hopes of escaping Damia and the royal family were in vain.

What awaits him is endless despair.

"Is this the Night Rose?" He asked softly, sitting on the bed with his head lowered.

Lilith suddenly became a little nervous, pointing out the window and said:

"Why do you ask this? This is certainly not the Dark Night Rose. If you don't believe me, look outside..."

Walsh looked out the window as he was told, but he smiled bitterly.

"How long will I stay here?" he continued to ask.

"I don't know, I'm just here to take care of you. Who knows you have so many questions." Lilith pouted and answered.

"Who is he?" Walsh looked at Lilith and asked seriously.

"Which him?" Lilith asked puzzledly.

"The one who imprisoned me." Walsh said.

"Sorry. I can't tell you." Lilith put her hands behind her back and refused the question.

Walsh sighed, smiled bitterly and said, "Okay. Thank you. Moonlight Princess Lilith."

"You, how do you know my name?" Lilith asked eagerly.

In response, Walsh just smiled bitterly. Then he asked:

"Can I go out for a walk? To the garden."

Lilith frowned, stared at Walsh for a long time, and finally replied:

"Sorry, the garden looks beautiful, but it is actually very dangerous. If you are not strong enough, don't go in. This is what my sister said."

"Besides, you can't go even if you want to. You can go out and wander around here casually, but you will never get downstairs. Jumping out of the window won't work."

"Really?" Walsh looked at the scene outside the window and muttered to himself in confusion.

"Your sister?" He turned his head and looked at Lilith, catching the key words in her words.

Lilith was startled, and although her eyes were flustered, she still restrained her mouth.

She said nothing, turned her head and walked out of the room, and pushed a small car from outside, on which was placed today's lunch.

Then, she started talking about other topics:

"I will deliver meals to you three times a day. There is a bathroom in the room, so you can take care of your personal hygiene. There are also various clothes in the closet. You can choose whatever you want."

"You can also walk out of the room and stroll around. But I don't recommend you to go out often. There are some strange things in the corridor. It's a bit like a maze."

Walsh looked at the corridor through Lilith's thin body and asked with some doubt:

"Can I really go out?"

"As long as you want." Lilith answered simply.

"When I'm not here, there's no one here except you. The doors of the rooms are all open, and no one cares about you. If you feel bored, you can go to other rooms."

"By the way. If you feel lonely, you can talk to me when I come. But I can't chat with you for too long. I have to go out to study."

Walsh listened to Lilith's words carefully, with an inexplicable smile on his face. Looking at Lilith's bright eyes, he said:

"Thank you, Lilith. It's a little scary how quiet it is here."

Lilith accepted Walsh's gratitude and nodded and replied:

"Well~~If there's nothing else, I have to go back. Remember to have lunch."

"I will. This place is much better than where I stayed before." Walsh said with a wry smile.

But what he didn't say was that he had much less hope!