Chapter 124

Chapter 124: I’ve Lost My Memory

“Who would have thought that the little puppy I raised has grown this big without me noticing?”

Stepping out of the washroom, Ivyst, nestled in Lynn’s arms, said suggestively, a bright smile dancing at the corners of her eyes.

Destruction be upon us.

Whatever.

Carrying the immobile Ivyst back to the bed, Lynn thought blankly.

After she had bitten him all over, Ivyst had unlocked a whole new way for him to be tormented.

He was the man, yet somehow, it felt like he was being teased.

Looking at Ivyst, who was silently holding him close, Lynn sighed.

What on earth was this woman thinking right now?

She had neither asked where he had disappeared to during his absence nor inquired how he had survived being possessed by two demonic entities.

It was as if she had zero interest in all of that.

She said nothing, did nothing, and just held him like that.

Ivyst didn’t even give him the chance to move freely, as if afraid he would take the opportunity to escape.

Even their rare conversations were just her recalling past events between them.

Lynn merely listened in silence, having no recollection whatsoever.

No memory of any unpleasant first meetings, rescue at a banquet, or anything resembling a date—completely blank.

To Lynn, this woman seemed quite sick.

Not just physically, but mentally.

She appeared to have completely lost interest in anything related to the royal selection and seemed to be using this brief, twisted relationship as a means of escaping reality.

Logically, everyone else should have already boarded the train to the Imperial Capital by now.

Yet Ivyst seemed unwilling to let him go.

They were entangled in this strange mess, falling together into an abyss of the unknown.

Feeling the cold shackles around his neck, Lynn breathed in the scent of Ivyst’s embrace while lost in thought.

Suddenly, he recalled that the last time he left the Temple of the Gods, the Witch Miss had vaguely mentioned a “key node” or something along those lines.

At that time, he hadn’t thought much of it, but now it all made sense.

The trials set by the Witch Miss were meant to prevent Ivyst’s tragic future of being imprisoned in the Dead Water Prison.

To change all this, he needed to constantly increase the degree of deviation from the plot.

If he were to remain locked in this room by Ivyst, the future would not change.

She would find various ways to repeat the fate described in the original story and eventually be pierced by the Holy Sword, nailed deep within the Dead Water Prison, only to escape hundreds of years later.

He could even imagine the reasons why.

With the world’s correction power, Ivyst’s curse might flare up again, accidentally killing all her subordinates and plunging into madness, leading her to indiscriminately slaughter the empire until stopped by Xia and the others. Such things would be a piece of cake to accomplish.

So right now, he had to help this severely ailing woman regain her senses.

Or rather, he needed to find a way to escape from her grasp and return to the Imperial Capital freely.

And the shackles around his neck were, as the Witch Miss said, the “key node.”

Once successfully undone, it would mean Ivyst had temporarily suppressed her unhealthy emotions and began to act like a normal person.

But how exactly should he do that?

Lynn pondered silently.

And this thought lasted two whole days.

During these two days, the master and servant had become like conjoined twins, hardly leaving that bed, and the shackles never left his wrists.

Whether eating or using the toilet, he had to hold Ivyst in his arms.

To be honest, if one set aside their twisted relationship and Ivyst’s occasional madness, it was quite a harmonious scene—though essentially, no substantial progress was being made.

The only time they “bathed” was when Ivyst brought it up herself.

But really, it was just a bath.

She treated Lynn like a delicate little puppy, gently massaging his hair and back.

From her gaze, Lynn didn’t sense any hint of romance.

What a headache.

He thought about trying to ease Ivyst’s possessiveness and insecurity slowly, showing her that he wouldn’t run away.

However, it seemed Ivyst was oblivious to his intentions.

On the contrary, Lynn found himself growing a bit lazy. Being pampered like this by the beautiful older sister felt somewhat nice.

Of course, it would be even better if they could have some more intimate, slippery interactions.

No, wait!

Lynn, have you forgotten the task the Witch Miss gave you?!

You need to get back to the Imperial Capital, take vengeance on those original protagonists, and give the hero Xia a hell of a backstab!

With such a heavy trial on his shoulders, how could he dally in beauty?

Day three.

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Lynn, have you forgotten the deep-seated grudge of the Bartleyon Family?!

Day four.

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Feeling the warmth of Ivyst’s embrace, Lynn couldn’t understand why this woman could hold him for an entire day simply by hugging him.

But after four days of relentless resistance, he was finally ready to take action.

The “boiling frog” method was destined to fail.

If he wanted this woman to unlock the shackles, he needed a strong dose of medicine!

Only then could he pull her back to reality!

Glancing at Ivyst, who was quietly lying in bed with him while reading a book, Lynn suddenly propped himself up, struggling for a moment.

Ivyst’s attention was drawn to him, and she simply closed the book and held up his chin. “What’s wrong?”

Lynn was about to say something but was interrupted.

“Are you bored staying here every day?” Ivyst stroked his head. “Would you like to play some fun games?”

“Your Highness, I have something I want to discuss with you.”

Lynn began cautiously.

Upon hearing this, Ivyst furrowed her brow, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes.

“Whatever it is, we can talk about it later.” She seemed to sense something unusual and instinctively avoided the topic. “I just thought of something interesting.”

Saying that, she adjusted her position to lean against the bedside and tugged at the shackles on her wrist.

“Remember when you first came to the estate, you were a naughty little puppy who dared to have feelings for your master?” Ivyst suddenly lifted her long, beautiful leg wrapped in black stockings, “You even dared to sneak into your master’s room and steal her worn stockings!”

No.

That one thing, I’m certain I didn’t do.

Lynn thought reflexively.

However, Ivyst was unaware of his inner thoughts, as she raised her soft little foot, gently rubbing the tip of the black fabric against his chest.

“Since you like it so much, I’ll give you a chance.” Ivyst’s breath quickened slightly, and a blush appeared on her face. “Come on, help your master take it off.”

“But not with your hands—use your puppy way.”

Feeling Ivyst’s delicate, agile foot resting lightly on his chin, Lynn took a deep breath.

Time to blow up.

“So, Your Highness,” he said with measured tones, “those things you’ve been bringing up these days, like how I took you hostage the first time we met, or how I helped at the ball, or those dates—we really don’t have any recollection of those.”

“It’s possible that while I was possessed by the two demons in the Soren Mountain Range, my mental state became a bit chaotic. All in all, Duke Tilius informed me that I’ve probably forgotten some things related to you… um.”

Before he could finish, he felt Ivyst’s foot, encased in black stockings, pressing hard against his face.

At this moment, the Princess’s face turned pale, her expression icy, as if she didn’t want to hear any more.

But this was a reality she had to confront.

Gently, Lynn grasped Ivyst’s tender, delicate foot and moved it away from his face.

Then, with sincere expression, he spoke, “I’m sorry, Your Highness.”

“I’ve lost my memory.”

Sure enough.

That very night, Lynn found his neck shackles removed.

But instead, his limbs were bound with much thicker shackles to the corners of the bed, leaving him lying there like a “木” character, unable to move.

Not only that, something made of cloth was stuffed into his mouth, and a blindfold deprived him of sight.

Oh no.

This went south fast.

(ps: I got a bit stuck; the next part with the male lead’s actions and the female lead’s change of heart is quite important, so I need to get a good grasp of it. The plot should wrap up in two days.)

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