I have a Tantric panel

dong dong.

At the Harrison family mansion, there was a knock on the bedroom door.

"Please come in."

Cecil put down the book in his hand and spoke gently.

Clara came in carrying a cup of hot tea.

"Brother, have some tea! I brewed it myself."

Cecil raised an eyebrow: "You're being so nice to me today, even making me tea?"

"Don't you always bully me?"

The blonde girl blushed and retorted, "It's not that exaggerated!"

"I just wanted to check on you because I saw you just finished a painting for a competition."

At this moment, Cecil did indeed look somewhat tired and exuded an air of emptiness.

For him, preparing entries for the White Canvas Award was also a very demanding task.

Otherwise, he wouldn't have made a special trip to temporarily move back home to focus on painting.

Clara asked curiously.

"Brother, can you get first place?"

Cecil smiled and said, "There are a few opponents in this competition that we should take seriously."

"For example, Louis of the Hillman family—he was a disciple of Master Wells, and for another example, that little princess of the royal family."

"However, as long as the judges make the right judgment, the grand prize will definitely be mine."

This was a rather arrogant statement, but Clara wasn't surprised.

After all, my second brother had already shown amazing talent in painting since he was ten years old.

Afterwards, he received guidance and instruction from several renowned teachers, making him virtually unrivaled among his peers.

It was once described by the newspaper as—

"A painting prodigy."

"It's like the kind of brushstrokes that come from 20 years of immersion in art."

"Future art masters".

Logically speaking, it seems like there's no doubt that the second brother will win the championship.

But for some reason, Clara thought of someone—

Shane Knox.

He hasn't been to school for a long time.

It's clear that he's put all his energy into creating content for the competition.

If it were him, there might be a slight chance?

Strangely enough, Clara had only seen Shane's paintings once, but she had a lot of confidence in him.

Maybe it's because... he looks a bit like the man in my dream?

A slight blush rose to the girl's cheeks.

She has a secret that she can't tell anyone.

For several nights prior, she had dreamt of a man whose appearance she couldn't make out.

But in the past two days, the other person has not appeared in my dreams again.

This made Clara feel both relieved and disappointed.

Clara.

Cecil's voice startled her: "Why are you blushing?"

The handsome man considered a possibility, and his melancholy demeanor vanished instantly, replaced by a somewhat dangerous air.

"You're not in love, are you?"

"No way!"

Clara's volume went up a notch.

"You're not a little girl anymore, it's normal to be in a relationship."

The elder brother said earnestly, "But you have to bring your boyfriend over so I and your older brother can take a look, understand?"

"I already said no!"

But no matter how Clara explained it, Cecil seemed to have already accepted this fact.

"Never mind, I'm leaving now."

Just as he was about to turn and leave, Cecil called Clara back.

Clara.

"elder brother?"

"Are you... hiding something from me and my brother? I'm not talking about your love life."

The girl paused for a moment: "No, I'm perfectly fine."

"That's good."

Cecil's voice was soft: "No matter what it is, you can talk to me and your older brother."

"Because we are family."

"Don't worry, I will."

As soon as she finished speaking, Clara hurriedly walked out and closed the door behind her.

I returned to my room.

Clara leaned against the door, remained silent for a while, and struggled to hold back her tears.

She's actually not a good person.

Both her mother's situation and the letter that seemed to be from the Crimson Servant made her feel deeply uneasy.

Clara did seek help.

She had told her father, Norton, about the letter.

But her father said that she should ignore it and asked her not to tell her two older brothers about it.

And about my mother...

Although the two older brothers had visited the basement, they were unable to find a solution.

At the time, the father was very unhappy about their contact.

They were even given a stern warning: never again were they allowed to see Clara's mother.

They claimed this would spread misfortune throughout the entire family.

It's because there's no other way.

Clara would then open the envelope.

That's how I came into contact with Shane and Aurora.

However, as she remained silent on the letter, the words in it became increasingly intense and urgent.

Just yesterday, only a short sentence remained on that letter.

Those words sent shivers down her spine, and her unease reached its peak.

"Give up the struggle and embrace your predetermined destiny."

……

……

It was evening.

The streets of Zurich are bustling with traffic and pedestrians.

The Victorian buildings on both sides resemble open pages of a stone book.

Every bay window and every cast-iron column silently tells the story of the capital's glory and is read by hundreds and thousands of people every day.

It happened to be Sunday.

The employees were given a short break and were able to stroll along this busiest street.

However, some people have a very clear destination—

The Royal Theatre.

Tonight, Miss Freya will be giving a farewell performance there.

The farewell here refers to saying goodbye to the capital city.

Originally, this was supposed to be a nationwide tour.

Freya stayed a little longer only because the audience in the capital was so enthusiastic.

On a simple horse-drawn carriage with a black paint job.

Ronan's slightly chubby face still held a hint of doubt: "Shane, can you really get a box seat ticket?"

"I heard that for Miss Freya's last performance, tickets for the outdoor area were being resold for two or three gold crown coins, and box seats were impossible to buy even if you had the money."

"rest assured."

Xia En smiled faintly: "It will happen."

He didn't believe that the big star would do something unwise like breaking his promise.

"Okay, I believe you."

Ronan looked out the window at the Royal Theatre not far away, his eyes shining with an astonishing light.

"I wonder what kind of show Miss Freya will perform tonight."

"Didn't she announce the play's repertoire?"

"Yes, they said they wanted to keep it a secret and surprise the audience, which is really something to look forward to."

Xia En nodded.

He hadn't even planned to come to the show; he just wanted to stay home quietly.

But Eileen couldn't stand his excessive laziness.

I happened to run into Ronan at school, and he mentioned Freya's farewell performance.

That's how the scene we're witnessing came about.

However, Eileen was going to visit a female classmate she was close to.

Lucius, on the other hand, has a new case.

Neither the adult nor the child had time to come.

So only Shane and Ronan were together.

After getting off the carriage, we followed the flow of people and lined up.

The entry process went smoothly, without any difficulties or ridicule.

Upon hearing Xia En's name, the ticket inspector at the door immediately put on a warm smile.

Amidst the envious gazes of the others, the waiter led the two upstairs to a private room.