Chapter 115

“You didn’t die?!”

Ten minutes ago.

Inside the Temple of the Gods.

Having listened to Witch Miss’s explanation, Lynn was about to ask something else when he suddenly felt a slight repulsive force surrounding him.

“Due to the breakage of the Order Chains, a warning response has been triggered within the Temple of the Gods,” Witch Miss explained calmly. “It’s about time for you to leave.”

“But before you go, let me repeat the task I assigned to you.”

Lynn, draped in a blanket and with his head drooping like a kicked puppy, muttered, “After returning to the Imperial Capital, quickly establish contact with Cyrilina and the others, use any means necessary to gain their trust, and then use Fallen Hour to mark them.”

Seeing his glum expression, a slight impulse stirred within Witch Miss, almost like she wanted to pat his head, but she maintained her calm demeanor.

She unconsciously clenched her delicate fingers.

“You seem a bit reluctant?” She looked down at Lynn, “I remember Cyrilina was once regarded as the most beautiful woman in the entire Empire.”

“Not to mention Cyrilina, even that saintess from the Silent Church—each is a rare beauty. You should consider it good fortune to have them as your subordinates.”

Her voice was entirely calm, as if casually mentioning something trivial.

This is an easy question, a life-saving one, in fact.

Looking at the casually tilted head of Witch Miss and her long, snowy white hair cascading over her shoulder, Lynn didn’t hesitate.

“In my heart, there are only three kinds of women.”

“Oh? What three?”

Witch Miss replied indifferently.

“The most beautiful one, you; my mother; and other women.”

Lynn’s expression was serious.

But such talk depends on the person asking.

If it were Ivyst asking him this question, he wouldn’t even dare to say “my mother.”

At Lynn’s words, however, Witch Miss didn’t show any sign of delight; instead, she coldly asked, “The most beautiful one, you say?”

“Which one do you refer to?”

It was as if she seemed oddly peculiar today.

Though she maintained her usual cold and disillusioned demeanor, she had been talking a lot more.

And there was a subtle attempt to sever ties with her past self.

Lynn thought silently to himself.

Though he still had the answer ready.

If a silly anime protagonist were here, he’d definitely say you’re all my wings.

Yet that would be the most foolish answer.

For one simple reason.

Damn it, the Princess isn’t even here! Why the heck wouldn’t you just go kiss up to Witch Miss like a fool?

Lynn didn’t hesitate and quickly gave a thumbs up: “Of course, it’s you, Witch Miss!”

“Smooth talker.”

Hearing his reply, Witch Miss let out a cold hum.

But she seemed to be in a pretty good mood.

“Come here.” Witch Miss gently raised her snow-white wrist, signaling Lynn to come closer, “I’ll seal your memories.”

“To minimize the feeling of disconnection, I’ll make slight adjustments to your memories. But don’t worry, this won’t affect your personality, and the lost memories will return to your mind in two months.”

Lynn obediently walked over.

As Witch Miss’s cool, delicate hand gently covered his forehead, he felt completely healed.

But in the next second, Lynn suddenly realized a problem.

His overwhelming trust in Witch Miss had made him forget something important.

The system and the presence from his previous life!

Moreover, she probably wasn’t aware that the hypnosis back then was actually fake.

Lynn instinctively tried to pull away from Witch Miss’s palm.

But then, a system notification rang in his ear.

[Detected that the host’s memory is being invaded, planning a solution for you.]

[Planning successful!]

With an invisible wave of power, Lynn suddenly felt that the memories he didn’t want Witch Miss to read were instantly hidden beneath a shroud of invisible force.

He stared blankly at the silent Witch Miss before him, trying to detect any irregularities in her expression.

But he suddenly noticed that she had unconsciously furrowed her brow.

Could it be that the system’s hidden adjustments were detected?

Lynn felt a bit nervous.

Fortunately, the next second, Witch Miss spoke softly: “Stop staring at me.”

Okay then.

Guess I was overthinking it.

Lynn’s mind instantly relaxed, and he obediently shifted his gaze away.

But soon, he began to feel a flicker of confusion.

How could the system’s priority be higher than that of Witch Miss?

Logically, she should be considered the top tier existence in this world.

Yet even so, she still hadn’t discovered the system’s presence.

With this perplexity, Lynn suddenly felt himself sinking into a heavy sleep.

Then everything went dark. Along with a slight sting in his brain, he suddenly felt something missing from his memory, yet something new seemed to take its place.

My name is Lynn, I am 17 years old, and I am the heir of the Bartleyon Family.

Since being exiled from the Imperial Capital to Orlen City, my heart has been filled with hatred, wanting revenge against those who once slandered me.

However, stripped of my Divine Factor, I became incredibly weak.

No one would help me; everyone was piling on this once-glorious family.

So, for revenge and to regain my power, I was forced to turn my gaze towards those evil and taboo methods.

I prayed to an unknown existence, hoping it would grant me power.

Even if it meant sacrificing my soul, I would go that far.

And then, I succeeded.

In that Temple of the Gods, I encountered the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in my two lifetimes.

It was the Sorceress of the End, Ivyst.

I said, “Great existence, please accept my soul so that I may become your follower and grant me the power for revenge!”

She said, “Follower? I don’t need such things; I could use a little dog to entertain me.”

So I became Witch Miss’s dog.

With her help, my strength skyrocketed, and through completing her trials, I met many people and factions, including those from Augusta Manor and the Tilius Family.

Eventually, I even managed to resolve the Level 0 Sealed Item disturbance incident, pleasing Witch Miss like never before.

Unfortunately, during that calamity, I seemed to have suffered some disarray in my memories due to the dual possession of two great demons, as if I forgot something.

But since Witch Miss said those were unimportant matters, I couldn’t be bothered to investigate further.

Then today, she once again announced two new trials.

One was to use Fallen Hour to take revenge on the original male and female protagonists.

The other was to return to reality, find her of one hundred thousand years ago, stop her from developing an extreme desire for revenge against the entire Empire, and change the impending tragedy of the future.

Speaking of which, that Witch Miss from a hundred thousand years ago should still be the third princess of the Saint Roland Empire, right?

What kind of person was she?

In the real world.

Feeling the dull pain of falling from a height, Lynn stood up while clutching his backside.

At this moment, he was only covered by a blanket, looking like a total weirdo running around naked.

If only I had asked Witch Miss for some clothes before leaving.

Lynn wrapped the blanket tighter around himself and sneakily looked around.

And you won’t believe it.

Just when I thought I’d hit the hay, here comes a pillow.

“Lynn, Young Master?!” Suddenly, a voice came from behind him, “Is it really you, Young Master Lynn?!”

“Great! You… you’re not dead!!”

The voice trembled slightly, filled with overflowing joy.

Lynn instinctively turned to look.

It turned out to be one of the bodyguards he’d once made cry back at Augusta Manor.

At this moment, the bodyguard was accompanied by three burly mercenaries, holding a lantern-like Sealed Item as they appeared to be searching for signs of life.

It seemed like after completing the test to stop the Wishing Jar rebellion, the people from Augusta Manor never gave up searching for him.

Lynn let out a sigh of relief.

He was worried about how to return to the city.

Seeing the bodyguard’s excited expression, Lynn smiled and replied, “That’s right, it’s me.”

But just as the last word left his mouth, an unexpected situation suddenly unfolded.

“Pfft—”

Accompanied by a sound of flesh piercing, Lynn’s eyes widened slightly.

To his shock, behind the bodyguard, one of the burly mercenaries suddenly drew his knife and pierced through the bodyguard’s torso.

The bodyguard’s eyes were filled with confusion as he coughed blood and looked down at the blade protruding from his chest.

Clearly, he had no idea what had just happened.

Under Master Greya’s orders, the manor had thrown all available bodyguards into the search for Lynn.

Soon after, they even hired a bunch of mercenaries to assist, as they searched the surrounding mountains together.

But just when they finally found Lynn’s whereabouts, he ended up getting killed in such a bizarre manner.

What on earth just happened?

Looking at the bodyguard’s body crumpled on the ground, the burly mercenary wiped the blood from the tip of his knife.

“Very good.” He slowly approached, along with the other two mercenaries, moving towards Lynn, “Finally found you, Lynn Bartleyon.”

The leading burly mercenary was a Level 2 Transcendent, roughly at the entry level.

The other two stone-faced mercenaries were both Level 1.

But right now, it was unclear what their beliefs and extraordinary abilities might be.

Clearly, these guys were planted by some ill-intentioned puppeteers into the search party, with the sole goal of confirming he was truly dead in that incident.

If not, then the current scene was their response.

Feeling the chilling killing intent in the eyes of the three, Lynn calmly gazed back at them: “Who sent you?”

Right now, he was merely exuding the aura of an ordinary person.

The burly mercenary slowly pressed his blade against Lynn’s neck, revealing a sinister grin.

“The Mosgra Family, and the Church of Heavenly Justice sends their regards.”