Many years had passed since the two of them signed the contract.
They had always been in contact through letters, and every time Rollin's mother would tell Daphne everything about herself and her husband.
From time to time, Daphne would secretly visit her in Clemente Castle.
It was not until Rollin's mother gave birth to Rollin and the situation was more difficult than expected that she broke off the connection with Daphne.
Daphne, who hadn't received any reply, was very lonely in the forest. Every day, she stood by the window of the cabin and looked into the distance.
She waited for eight years for a reply from Rollin's mother.
Daphne couldn't wait any longer, so she left the forest and came to the castle.
She happened to meet Rollin's uncle. He was about to set off to save his sister, so Daphne immediately joined him.
By the time they arrived, it was too late. Rollin's parents were already on their last breaths.
Daphne forced Rollin's mother to live for a few minutes, which took Daphne decades of cultivation.
But she got such a result. "I'm sorry! I should have gone to the Witch Forest a long time ago, but I couldn't let go of my husband and children, so I never went there!"
"But I've always kept this matter in my heart, and I've never forgotten it."
"I hope you can forgive me!"
After hearing her words, Daphne held her hand tightly.
For the first time in a hundred years, this woman who had always lived alone in the depths of the forest shed her tears.
She murmured beside Rollin's mother, "I've got the method. Our contract has been completed. You deserve to be rewarded by the Witch's Contract!"
"Do you have any other wishes?"
Taking her last breath, Rollin's mother whispered to her, "I'll leave my son to you! Please treat him well. I hope he can bring you a miracle!"
Just like that, Rollin's mother took her last breath.
(For a witch, a few years was the same as a few days for an ordinary person.)
Although Daphne hadn't known Rollin's mother for long, Rollin's mother had brought Daphne another part of the world.
Even when she died, Rollin's mother didn't ask Daphne to avenge her. Instead, she wanted her to continue this relationship with her son.
That was why Daphne had always helped the Clemente family.
After hearing the story of her and his mother, Rollin finally understood his mother's character.
Rollin felt that there was something wrong with this story, but he couldn't tell what it was.
At this time, Daphne had already fallen asleep in his arms.
Helplessly, Rollin could only fall asleep with her in his arms!
Seeing that Rollin didn't continue to ask her why she was injured, Daphne immediately heaved a sigh of relief.
After all, this world was darker than he had imagined, so there were some things that Rollin shouldn't know yet.
This time, not only did she encounter a few of the Twelve Witches, but she also encountered the Twenty-Four Dark Blade's attacks from the Nolan Continent.
These two organizations were the top existences on this continent, existences that could directly overturn an entire Empire.
Daphne, one of the Twelve Witches, was heartbroken after being attacked by her own sister.
The only place that could comfort her was Rollin's broad chest.
He could feel Daphne's intense beating heart.
Rollin wrapped Daphne even tighter in his arms and whispered into her ear, "It's okay if you don't want to tell me now. Sooner or later, I will become the strongest person in this world!"
"When the time comes, you can tell me all the people who hurt you!"
"No matter how powerful the other party is, I will not let any of the people who hurt my woman pass!"
These sweet words made Daphne blush even more.
She couldn't help but complain, "You haven't even fully developed your body yet, yet you're still acting tough!"
"Humph! It's not up to you to decide whether I have fully developed or not. Why don't we give it a try?"
As he said that, he straightened his waist and pressed the firm part of his crotch against Daphne's waist.
"You're so bad! You're bullying me when I'm injured!"
They had encountered too many things last night. The two of them leaned on the headboard and slept together.
The next day, it was noon when Gavin knocked on the door.
"Young Master, it's getting late. It's time to get up and eat!"
"Your Lord Macmillan has been waiting for you in the dining room for a long time. If you don't get up, he'll come over in a while."
After hearing the name, Rollin, who was leaning against the headboard of the bed, immediately woke up.
Looking at Daphne, who was still sleeping in his arms, Rollin had no choice but to put her on the bed.
Then, under Shabina's shocked gaze, he changed into a set of clothes and left the room.
"Lord Macmillan heard that you were attacked last night. He brought people from the City Lord's Mansion early this morning."
"Because you slept very late last night, I tried my best not to disturb your rest!"
"Gavin, you've worked too hard!"
Hearing Rollin's praise, his fatigue was instantly swept away. He followed behind Rollin with a spirited expression.
Macmillan had been waiting for a long time in the restaurant.
After entering the restaurant, Rollin immediately greeted his uncle. "Long time no see, Uncle!"
Seeing Rollin being so polite, Macmillan was very gratified. This was probably the best news he had received after his sister's death.
After all, Rollin was the last descendant of the Clemente family. If he continued to be so decadent...
No matter how capable he was, this family would be completely finished!
He then greeted Rollin with a smile. "Have a seat!"
"Although you're now an Earl, I'm still your uncle. So, don't despise me for taking over your territory!"
Upon hearing this, Rollin did not dare to be negligent. After all, this uncle had always managed the entire territory in an orderly manner.
"Uncle, what are you talking about!?"
"If it weren't for you here, Clement's family territory would have long ceased to exist."
"Uncle, please continue to help me in the future. After all, Rollin is still young."
Hearing these words, the fatigue that Macmillan had accumulated in the past was swept away. There was hope for the future of the Clement family!
With a cheerful mood, Macmillan drank his first glass of wine in so many years.