Chapter 84

“Not, bro?”

Staring blankly at Duke Tilius who had just patted his backside and walked away, Lynn was utterly dumbfounded.

At that moment, the room was left with just him and Ivyst, and it was uncomfortably quiet.

Ivyst sat on the edge of the desk, looking down at Lynn. Her beautiful feet wrapped in long boots lifted slightly, teasingly rubbing against his chest in slow circles.

It was clearly flirty, yet Lynn just sat there, frozen.

“Your Highness, I…”

“Don’t speak.” Ivyst’s boot tip suddenly tapped his heart, as if she were feeling something, “Your heartbeat seems a bit quick, are you scared?”

She smiled teasingly.

Seeing Lynn sweating profusely, Ivyst felt a surge of delight.

The earlier dread of potentially being punished by Sixth Saint Roland had vanished without a trace.

However, Lynn couldn’t share in her joy, swallowing his tears down.

Was he really going to spill the beans?

Your Highness, I only took down the Church of Heavenly Justice for another woman, but wait, that woman is actually you in the future—technically the same person! I hope we can get along and love one another in the future.

Nah, how could he even begin to explain that mess?

With how Ivyst was, there was an eighty, no, a hundred percent chance she’d go nuts over her future self! Not because she liked him that much, but rather her pathological possessiveness.

Given her nature, would she really be sweet to someone after finding out about the Sorceress of the End?

Just thinking about it was hilarious.

In a flash, Lynn found himself in a pickle.

Watching him mull over excuses, Ivyst, unperturbed, lightly smirked, “Go, pick that ring up.”

The ring had been tossed aside the night Lynn had manipulated her into a suicide threat, out of her embarrassment and frustration.

She hadn’t thought about it since then.

Back then, she was sure it was faulty, so she decided not to use it anymore.

But then she completely forgot her former stance.

This might be due to the ring’s dual nature—when the answer cookie-cuts her wishes, it’s bad; when it favors Lynn, it’s all good.

Lynn was still brainstorming excuses, but upon hearing Ivyst’s order, despair swallowed him whole.

After a moment of silence, he sluggishly walked over to the corner, picked up the ring slowly and, in a flash of panic, shoved it into his mouth.

He wanted to swallow the ring, thinking at least he’d survive this round.

But the next second, Lynn felt as if he’d sunk into a quagmire, unable to move an inch.

Ivyst strolled over, clearly having predicted his little trick.

As the scent of roses swirled closer, Lynn intended to speak, but Ivyst was already pinching his cheeks.

“Good boy, open wide.”

Her tone was gentle, but the action was anything but.

As Lynn watched, Ivyst extended her long, delicate finger, seemingly undeterred by the drool in his mouth, and effortlessly plucked the ring out.

Feeling the fleeting, delicate touch of her finger, Lynn’s heart skipped a beat.

At the same time, the sluggish feeling enveloping him vanished like mist.

After doing all that, Ivyst carelessly tossed the ring into Lynn’s hand: “Don’t let it happen again.”

She seemed in good spirits, not wanting to punish Lynn over such a trivial matter.

“Besides, don’t you know me?” Ivyst said as she gracefully returned to the desk, “The more you try to hide something from me, the more I’ll go through hell to find out the truth.”

“Alright, come here.”

Hearing that, Lynn sighed.

He held the ring in his hand and slowly approached Ivyst.

“Now, spill.” Ivyst said nonchalantly, “You going after the Church of Heavenly Justice isn’t for yourself, so who is it really for?”

Lynn seemed reluctant to answer, lowering his head into silence.

Seeing this, Ivyst didn’t rush him, treating it as a little game just for the two of them.

She didn’t use hypnosis since that would take away the fun. “Is it a woman?”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, hitting the most crucial question.

“…Yes.”

After a moment of silence, Lynn chose to respond.

The ring didn’t glow, meaning he was telling the truth.

Seeing that, Ivyst’s expression instantly turned cold: “So you’ve already been led astray by some bad woman just days after my Master left? I don’t recall raising such a disobedient dog.”

Saying this, her long boot pressed tightly on Lynn’s shoulder.

But she seemed wary of hurting him, so she merely ground down a little.

“Tell me her name.”

Ivyst’s tone turned icy.

At that, Lynn inhaled deeply.

“It’s you.”

His survival hinged on this moment.

Everything came down to this.

The ring didn’t shine.

Indicating he had told the truth.

Seeing that, Ivyst’s previously taut eyes softened instantly.