Chapter 120

“My good boy.”

Let’s rewind to five minutes ago.

Looking at the countless people gathered outside Augusta Manor, Lynn let out a sigh of relief.

All in all, everything was going according to his plan, including this very scene before him.

Generally speaking, earning six hundred points in ten days was extremely difficult.

For instance, finding a chance in the Imperial Capital to make three thousand points in a month was pretty much impossible.

But here they were in Orlen City, which had just experienced a city-wide disaster.

Though to everyone else, Orlen City seemed as hopeless as Gotham in another life, to Lynn, it was a sign that things were just waiting to take off.

The old order was outdated and rotten; if that was the case, then let’s just overturn it.

He originally hadn’t thought that far ahead; he was just caught up on how to complete the Witch Miss’s trial.

To pull the third princess, who didn’t even know why she was in a slump, out of her gloom, the only method he could think of was to stir up her inner desires.

In other words, he needed to present her with the very person or event she wanted to see the most.

And having read the original story, Lynn knew very well that Ivyst was utterly obsessed with power and the throne.

To win the royal selection, she would go to any length, even sacrifice her own life.

So all he had to do was let this lady, who had never won before, feel what it was like to be an “emperor.”

To feel the public’s expectations, the immense respect woven within, and the heavy responsibility that came with it.

This was also to help her recall her original intentions.

At that moment, hundreds of thousands of citizens packed the streets around Augusta Manor, blocking the mansion to a standstill.

The people called her name as if they were venerating a deity.

Even Lynn, the one who caused all this, felt a swell of emotion inside.

Just then, he suddenly heard a gentle knocking from outside the carriage.

Lynn signaled to the servant to open the door.

Then, he saw a frail little figure with sunken cheeks, clutching a large flower basket at the entrance.

“Big brother, do you want to buy some flowers?”

Clearly, the little girl looked like she hadn’t eaten well in a long time, swaying outside the carriage as she strained to tiptoe and carefully show the flower basket to Lynn.

Inside were some wildflowers that didn’t look very nice.

However, Lynn’s sharp eyes suddenly spotted a crumpled red rose, quietly lying at the bottom of the basket.

For some reason, a strange impulse surged within him.

“How much for this bouquet?”

He separated the flowers and picked up the rose.

Upon seeing this, the little girl’s eyes dimmed slightly: “Big brother, this flower is about to wilt. Mama says… Mama says wilted flowers can’t be sold.”

“If you want it, just take it.”

Lynn was stunned for a few seconds, then pressed on, “Where’s your mama?”

The little girl’s gaze grew even grimmer, and she slowly lowered her head.

Though she didn’t answer, her reaction said it all.

“Do you have any other family at home?”

“There’s… there’s a little brother.”

Hearing that, Lynn found himself at a loss for words.

After a moment, he turned to the nearby servant and quietly said, “Bring the siblings over to take care of. I heard the manor is short-staffed; it’d be nice to have her help with the flowers.”

After the servant took the flower-selling little girl away, Lynn casually tucked the rose into the pocket of his coat. He stared silently at the emaciated disaster victims around him, unsure of what he was thinking.

He didn’t know how much time passed before he finally spoke, signaling the coachman softly, “Inform the people ahead to clear a path.”

“It’s about time we head back.”

“Your Highness?!”

Seeing the figure who had captivated everyone for over a month, Afia’s eyes instantly turned red, her voice trembling as she addressed Ivyst in the wheelchair.

However, at that moment, Ivyst had no interest in anyone else’s feelings.

Her pink lips trembled slightly, her breathing rhythm appeared chaotic, sometimes rapid, sometimes halting.

“Good boy.”

Ivyst mumbled a word, but couldn’t manage to get it out.

Those once dim and hopeless red eyes now glimmered with unprecedented vitality and brightness.

She didn’t have time to ponder other things, like why Lynn was alive or why he only just returned.

Ivyst’s fervent heart was drowned in a sea of chaotic and sickly thoughts.

My good boy.

Hug. Hug.

Never apart again.

She seemed like a madwoman, breathing rapidly and hotly, instinctively trying to stand up.

However, ever since absorbing some properties of the Level 0 Sealed Item, Ivyst’s body had inexplicably developed some strange symptoms.

For example, intermittent muscle weakness.

Right now, even standing up was quite the struggle for her.

Afia, tears streaming down her face, rushed forward: “Your Highness, I… I’ll take you to see him right now!”

With that, she prepared to push Ivyst’s wheelchair out of the reception room.

Not just him, Greya and Morris also dashed out, eager to give the guy who created miracles time and time again a big hug.

But for Ivyst, who was this insane, she couldn’t even bear a moment without the boy around.

Let alone wait three more floors?

“Good boy.”

Ivyst murmured.

Just as Afia was about to push her away from the window, Ivyst suddenly made a shocking move.

Under everyone’s incredulous gaze, Ivyst seemingly disregarded her safety, using all her strength to stand up and leap toward the window!

Like she had completely lost her mind, her slender body wrapped in a white dress lost the support of the wheelchair and plummeted down from the three-story height!

Her snow-white hair fluttered gently in the breeze.

In her bright red eyes lay a heat and madness that couldn’t be erased.

The originally cool and absolutely beautiful woman now spread her arms wide, as if she wanted to turn into a flame and completely melt her target.

Quick!

My most adorable puppy, let your master hold you tight!

As the white-haired woman jumped from the third floor, Lynn’s pupils slowly dilated.

Looking at the stunningly beautiful face, similar yet slightly different from the Witch Miss, his heart inexplicably skipped a beat.

If the Witch Miss was a goddess as cold as ice, the woman before him was a fiery blaze, passionate and intense, capable of burning herself and those around her.

Yet the fleeting brilliance in her scarlet eyes was so enchanting, much like a moth drawn to a flame, unable to resist the urge to burn together with her.

Had this woman lost her mind?

Was she not afraid of getting hurt jumping from the third floor?!

Under normal circumstances, Lynn would have thought such things and stepped back a few paces to avoid getting splattered with blood.

But at that moment, an inexplicable impulse surged within his chest.

Feeling the fervor and madness springing up in the woman’s bright red eyes, his feet instinctively moved forward.

In the next second, with a light impact against his arm, Lynn found himself cradling a warm, soft body, enchanting and alluring.

The familiar yet strange scent of roses wafted over, leaving him momentarily dazed.

So beautiful.

For some reason, such a voice suddenly echoed in Lynn’s mind.