I've been transported into a Western fantasy game, and my dad wants me to marry my sister.

Inside the banquet hall of Blackthorn Keep, Calvin Blackthorn had a gloomy expression.

Seven days have passed since Lydia Sias escaped.

Seven days.

His spies and search teams swept through the territory like a comb, again and again.

Roads, villages, border posts...

Every possible hiding place for the three conspicuous individuals was thoroughly searched.

The two hunters and the blue-haired, gray-eyed girl vanished without a trace, as if they had evaporated into thin air.

The only clue.

He was an old woodcutter from the north of Graywood Village.

He said that he seemed to see three figures heading towards the monster forest that night.

Monster Forest.

Calvin slammed the crystal glass down on the oak table, splashing the wine.

"idiot……"

He cursed.

I don't know if I'm cursing the missing prey or cursing my own incompetence.

For the first few days, Calvin was convinced they dared not venture into that land of death.

That place is full of danger.

Even the wild beasts on the outskirts are enough to tear ordinary civilians apart.

Behind.

Calvin sent two small teams to patrol the edge of the forest.

But there was nothing there.

The three of them seemed to have been swallowed up by the forest.

"grown ups."

The butler in black appeared silently behind him.

"Reports have come from Tieshan Fortress that no one matching the description has been found to have passed through."

"in addition."

"The Gray Wolf Mercenary Group has discovered traces of a temporary camp in a mountain cave."

"However, that camp was completely deserted."

The butler paused. "The Gray Wolf Commander said..."

"Further in is the real monster-infested area; they lost quite a few members while searching the outer perimeter."

"He refused to continue the investigation unless..."

"The reward will be tripled."

"Greedy hyenas," Calvin sneered. "Tell them not to chase. Remove all the checkpoints along the edge of the forest."

The butler hesitated for a rare moment: "Sir, if they are still alive..."

"What if they really dare to venture deeper into the Demon Forest?"

"Hahaha!"

Calvin turned around and laughed.

His face regained that air of complete confidence: "Then they're now some kind of monster's excrement."

He walked to the map and traced his finger across the heavy shadows representing the monster forest.

"An aging hunter, a lazy apprentice, and a helpless young girl..."

"Entered the monster forest?" Calvin shook his head dismissively.

"That's not fleeing, that's suicide."

A pang of regret flashed through Calvin's mind.

Pity……

It's a pity about that aquamarine bloodline.

Calvin walked to the mirror and looked at his body, which was nearly forty years old.

There's no extra time.

Let's just keep one small team.

"Kerviel".

"My lord," the butler Kerwell replied.

"Let's activate Plan B and go check on him."

"Yes." The butler bowed.

They arrived at a room in a secluded corner.

The mechanism turned, and a hidden door opened.

The black staircase spirals downwards, reaching the coldest depths of the castle's foundation.

Calvin Blackthorn walked at the front, his heavy boots echoing hollowly on the stone steps.

The butler, Kerwell, followed closely behind.

"How has he been lately?" Calvin's voice rang out, tinged with a hint of pleasure.

"He's completely under the influence of drugs, sir."

Kerviel reported in a low voice, "He'd become a lowly male dog for the sake of drugs."

"It's a convenient addition; it can also temporarily act as a female dog."

"Haha, that's great." This good news lessened Calvin's disappointment at missing out on Lydia.

They reached the end of the stairs.

Before me stood a heavy metal door.

Calvin did not open the door immediately.

He first leaned closer to the observation window and looked inside.

The room was small, about ten feet square.

There were no windows, no furniture, only cold stone walls and floors.

In the center of the room, a figure was huddled on a pile of hay in the corner.

He was a young man, and his appearance could be described as handsome.

His skin was deathly pale, as if it had never seen the sun, and his long white hair was disheveled and plastered to his forehead and cheeks.

He had almost no clothes on him.

His ribs were clearly visible, covered with a mix of old and new scars.

And patches of bruises.

He wore metal rings around his neck, hands, and feet.

However, the aura emanating from him indicated that he was a high-ranking knight.

"Open the door," Calvin commanded.

Kerviel took a key from his pocket, inserted it into the keyhole of the door, and slowly turned it.

It popped open with a "click".

The door was pushed open a crack.

A strong, fishy stench mixed with body odor and a strange smell of photinia flowers wafted over.

The figure in the corner was startled.

He suddenly opened his eyes; they were pale red eyes.

When he saw Calvin at the door, he instinctively shrank back.

Suddenly, a flame ignited in those pale red eyes—it wasn't anger or hatred.

Instead.

A deeper, more primal yearning.

He struggled to his feet, tilting his head back, and managed to squeeze out a few broken syllables: "Master... medicine..."

Calvin walked into the room expressionlessly.

"Shadow," Calvin spoke, his voice echoing in the stone chamber, devoid of any warmth, "It seems you still remember who your master is."

The young man known as "Shadow"—

They once possessed the most prestigious surname on the entire continent—Song of Shadows.

Unfortunately, now only a code name remains.

He should have been a noble of Calvin's bloodline, untouchable by any other, if that empire still existed.

Calvin enjoyed it.

This is the feeling of turning something that was originally noble into something lowly, like a domestic dog.

"want to?"

Calvin took a small crystal bottle out of his pocket.

The bottle contained a thick, honey-like purple liquid.

Shadow's breathing suddenly became heavy, and he crawled a step toward Calvin.

He lay down like a dog.

"for you."

Calvin did not bow his noble back.

He simply tossed it casually, and the crystal bottle traced an arc.

"Snapped!"

The sound of shattering glass rang out.

Liquid splashed on the ground.

Ying immediately lunged at the water source like a dying beast, throwing her entire body towards it.

He licked it like a dog.

An expression of extreme pleasure appeared on his face.

"Shadow, remember your identity," Calvin said.

Shadow crawled over and licked Calvin's shoes: "Shadow is the master's tool, the master's dog."

"very good."

Calvin's lips seemed to curve into a slight smile: "Today, you need to fulfill a new responsibility."

He turned his head and instructed Kerville at the door, "Bring the young lady down."

Kerviel bowed and silently retreated into the dark staircase.

Footsteps sounded again, lighter than before, with a hint of hesitation and sluggishness.

Kerviel returned, followed by a young girl.

She looked to be about eighteen or nineteen years old, wearing an exquisite silk dress.

Her long, dark brown hair was styled into an intricate bun, but it looked somewhat messy at the moment.

Her face bore a slight resemblance to Calvin's, but she had a beautiful figure and a very pretty face.

now.

Her face was deathly pale.

His light brown eyes were filled with fear, confusion, and a hint of resistance.

Her hands gripped the hem of her skirt tightly, her knuckles turning white.

Eleanor Blackthorn.

Calvin's daughter.

She was also the daughter of his most beloved, deceased first wife.

"Father..." Her voice was barely audible.

Her gaze swept across the cold and terrifying underground cell, landing on the white-haired man in the corner, who was dressed in only a few rags and had empty eyes.

Her gaze was stung by the heat and she looked away.

Her voice was filled with fear: "Why...why did you send me here?"

"This place is terrifying..."

"Eleanor, my beloved daughter." Calvin turned to face her, his voice softening slightly.

"Come here," Calvin called.

Eleanor hesitated, but her steps felt like lead.

"come over."

Calvin repeated himself, his tone still gentle, but the invisible pressure in the air suddenly increased.

Eleanor trembled as she slowly moved to her father's side.

She dared not look at the shadow in the corner anymore.

Calvin reached out and gently stroked his daughter's hair.

His actions were full of affection, but his words plunged Eleanor into an icy abyss: "Eleanor, you've always been a good, obedient child."

"She is also my favorite child."

"Now."

"The Blackthorn family needs you, Father needs you."

"We need you to contribute your strength to the greatness of our family."

"Father... I don't understand." Eleanor's voice was choked with sobs.

"You'll understand."

Calvin's gaze shifted to the shadow in the corner: "His name is Shadow, though he looks like this now."

"but."

"He possesses the precious Shadow Bloodline."

"The family needs this bloodline, and I need you to give birth to stronger and nobler descendants for the family."

Eleanor's eyes widened in disbelief.

She took a step back in alarm and looked back.

But the door was locked.

She struggled to say, "No... Father!"

"This can't be done..."

"He...he's a monster! I'm your daughter!"

"It's only meaningful because you're my daughter!" Calvin gently stroked Eleanor's pale blonde hair.

"Bear an heir, and you will be the future Baron of Blackthorn."

"To become even greater for Blackthorn."

"Some sacrifices are necessary."

Calvin grabbed his daughter's trembling shoulders with such force that she cried out in pain, his tone leaving no room for argument: "This is the hope for our family's future!"

"No... I don't want to... let me go..." Eleanor struggled desperately, tears streaming down her face.

"It's not up to you, Eleanor." Calvin forcefully pried open Eleanor's mouth and poured a bottle of pink potion into it.

Continue until all the medicine has been poured in.

Calvin finally released his grip.

Eleanor tried to vomit the medicine by pressing her fingers to her throat.

Unfortunately, this did not work out for her.

Soon, her body became burning hot.

An unnatural blush appeared on her cheeks.

"Complete your task, Shadow," Calvin said.

"Yes, Master," Ying replied respectfully, prostrating herself on the ground.

Calvin and his butler emerged from the secret room.

Soon after, some lewd sounds rang out from inside the secret room.