Chapter 134

“Chapter 134: The Male Lead Makes His Debut”

When Lynn brought up serious matters, Ivyst suddenly became more serious.

Her demeanor shifted back to that of the imposing Her Highness the Princess, inspiring a sense of respect.

“Of course.”

Ivyst crossed her arms and looked down at Lynn from her elevated position. “Now, answer this princess’s question.”

“Has that future woman become the Empress of this country?”

At this, Lynn hesitated for a moment.

Seeing his reaction, Ivyst immediately guessed the answer.

However, surprisingly, instead of regret or anger from realizing that she hadn’t triumphed in the royal selection, a sense of relief spread across her face.

“That’s good,” she said, leaning lightly against the edge of the desk with a playful smile. “If that’s the case, the royal selection becomes all the more challenging and meaningful for me.”

In other words,

If she achieved what the future Sorceress of the End could not, then who was the inferior piece, and who was the true treasure?

The future was malleable.

By then, it wouldn’t be Ivyst gradually becoming like her.

It would be the future Sorceress of the End transforming into what she truly desired, thanks to her influence.

Positions had suddenly flipped.

“Moreover, I have your support by my side, don’t I?” Ivyst slowly extended her hand, signaling for him to kiss it. “Lynn Bartleon, you will do everything in your power to help me win the royal selection, won’t you?”

Lynn felt oddly anxious about how to answer this question. It was as if he was approaching an execution.

If she truly did win in the end, would Witch Miss be happy or furious?

These thoughts eluded him.

However, at this moment, gazing into Ivyst’s confident and radiant eyes, he inexplicably bent down and planted a kiss on her outstretched hand.

“Your will is my will.”

“Very well.”

For some reason, a slight blush appeared on Ivyst’s face, and a strange glint emerged in her eyes before she quickly suppressed it.

“Then we will return to the Imperial Capital at once.” As she walked to the desk to ring a bell, she continued, “Traveling by steam train will take about twelve days.”

“Too slow.”

Lynn instinctively shook his head.

He pulled out the letter from his pocket and checked the date.

The last letter was dated nearly two months ago, after which there had been no news from the Imperial Capital.

Back when he first became Ivyst’s subordinate, he had already asked Her Highness to keep an eye on his family in the capital.

However, most of her subordinates were incompetent and had mostly come from Orlen City.

If something had happened, she could do nothing with the manpower she left in the Imperial Capital.

And Lynn had originally planned to return directly, but got delayed due to matters dealing with the sealed item.

After all, the time flow on Witch Miss’s side was utterly chaotic; it felt like only an hour passed, while in reality, a month had slipped by.

Of course, as she mentioned, there was even a possibility of spending years in the Temple of the Gods while only seconds passed in reality.

But Lynn hadn’t experienced that yet.

Hearing his instinctive comment, Ivyst wasn’t angry; she merely looked at him thoughtfully. “There is indeed a faster way.”

“Your Highness, please say!”

Lynn inquired eagerly.

Ivyst nodded slightly. “Travel to Troy City by steam train. That’s Duke Tilius’s territory. With his personal letter, we can use the Military Department’s Teleportation Array.”

“Given the long distance, it must be triggered by a Sixth Stage Half-Divine. Only then can we reach Glostin in an instant.”

“Including the travel time to Troy City, it should take about three days.”

Lynn looked at Ivyst with excitement.

This was perfect timing—she had just regained her strength; wasn’t this the perfect chance to use the Teleportation Array?

“What do I need to pay for this?”

Lynn slightly bent forward.

Ivyst frowned slightly, seemingly put off by his formality and distance, then shook her head. “No need at all.”

“If there’s nothing to prepare, we can depart tonight.”

“Thank you, Your Highness, for your generosity! I’ll go pack my bags!”

Saying that, Lynn left the study, a mixture of joy and enthusiasm.

“Go on.”

Ivyst bit her lip.

But there was one thing she hadn’t clarified with Lynn.

While she had restored her powers, starting the Teleportation Array was still a bit challenging.

After all, this was a large-scale teleportation array for ultra-long distances; it required substantial resources to fill the nodes and would sap a significant portion of a Sixth Stage Half-Divine’s Transcendent Power.

And Half-Divines were strategic assets for all countries; how could they afford to waste their power on something trivial?

That’s why even the Military Department rarely used such arrays.

Given Ivyst’s current condition, she could force it to start, but it would be taxing.

At that moment, in full view of everyone, she might even face some after-effects, like severe muscle weakness.

And then, what would her dear little pup do? Remain indifferent, or would he boldly claim her in front of all those people in the Imperial Capital?

She was very curious to find out.

Even if she lost, it wouldn’t matter.

Just as she had told Lynn before.

She had long since gotten used to being a failure.

Watching the boy scampering away, a heated and sickly glow slowly surfaced in Ivyst’s crimson eyes.

Since Lynn entered the room, she had been suppressing those emotions, trying to act like a normal person and ease his caution.

Yet, how could the essence of a person change so easily?

“You will always be mine.”

In the woman’s quickened breathing, her words sounded like a tender whisper, dispersing softly.

Imperial Capital Glostin, Saint Roland’s Military Department, Communications Division II.

The office was a complete mess, with all sorts of documents and paper balls piled up on the desk and floor, crammed to the point of nearly having no space left.

At this moment, a middle-aged man with a cigarette dangling from his mouth sat lethargically in front of a typewriter, watching as the old rusty keys bounced mysteriously under some magical force.

As inked letters materialized one by one, messages from military forces across various regions were summarized on the typewriter’s paper.

This was a special sealed item, its effect akin to a fax machine from a previous life.

Aside from the man with the cigarette, several military-clad colleagues were also present in the office during their shift.

However, perhaps due to the monotony of work and the daily grind, they had gradually lost their passion.

“Any new updates from the southern battlefield?”

“Same old, same old, just minor skirmishes. Who knows when a full-scale war will break out.”

“If you ask me, aside from the demon race, those sea monsters are the real threat to the Empire. Just this morning, Gavin Port was attacked by a Fifth Stage Transcendent creature—sailing ships and warships all sunk, and the whole town’s residents drowned in the tsunami.”

“And those little pups from Tutkamon in the southwest aren’t any good either.”

“Listening to you guys, it feels like we’re about to be drafted to the front lines tomorrow.”

“Hard to say.”

The old hands in the communications division bantered back and forth, discussing the national situation.

Just then, the typewriter suddenly sputtered a bit.

“Don’t tell me it’s broken?”

The middle-aged man patted it.

After a moment, the typewriter resumed working.

However, the half-finished text abruptly halted, replaced by a red-flagged urgent message.

“At 3:15 AM Empire Time, Lieutenant Xia Asolante successfully hunted down the demon lord of the Empire’s wanted list, the Fifth Stage Legend ‘Lord of Death Souls’, after three days of pursuit on the demon battlefield with the assistance of two teammates!”

“This beheading mission has been successfully completed. Lieutenant Xia and his teammates will return to headquarters in three days via the Teleportation Array to receive imperial rewards.”

“Hiss…”

Upon reading the news, the middle-aged man sucked in a sharp breath.

Seeing this, his colleagues hurriedly gathered around, curious.

Everyone gasped and expressed their astonishment.

“This kid is only in his twenties, right? He’s only Fourth Stage and can still hunt down a Fifth Stage Legend?”

“Rumor has it he has ancient blood flowing in him. The Marshal personally checked him out.”

“I heard he has caught the attention of the gods, which grants him multiple beliefs and far more divine factors than others.”

“Hasn’t he just been promoted to lieutenant? And now he’s getting rewarded again? They won’t give him a major rank, will they?”

“Who knows? In any case, we can’t compete with him.”

Amidst the chatter of envy towards this rising star,

the middle-aged man unexpectedly interjected, “If one guy was still around, he might not have been any worse than Xia.”

The atmosphere instantly fell silent.

Ever since that incident, the boy had been stripped of his powers and expelled from the Imperial Capital, leading to the decline of his family.

This was not a secret in the military; some even knew of the underlying grievances.

Unfortunately, orders had been issued from above prohibiting ordinary soldiers from discussing the topic.

Noticing the somber expressions around him, the middle-aged man sighed.

Yet, at that very moment, another urgent red-flagged message emerged from the typewriter.

“Her Highness the Third Princess, Ivyst Roland Alexini, will return to the Imperial Capital in three days through the Teleportation Array. Here is the list of accompanying personnel…”

With each tap of the typewriter, names familiar and unfamiliar began to appear on the paper.

At one point, the middle-aged man in charge of the sealed item suddenly widened his eyes, and the cigarette in his mouth plummeted to the ground.

It’s him?

How is that possible?!