Chapter 125

Chapter 125: She’s Even Sicker Now

Meanwhile, in the underground laboratory.

At this moment, everyone was gathered around Milani’s desk, with expressions all over the place.

In the center, Ivyst sat quietly in a wheelchair, her expression icy.

“Your Highness,” Milani looked at the silent princess, hesitated for a moment, then spoke up, “According to my examinations, Lynn… he shouldn’t be lying.”

Ivyst remained expressionless: “So, he remembers all of you, even Uncle Tirius, but conveniently forgets me, his master?”

Though she appeared calm, her nails were digging deeply into the armrests of the wheelchair.

The temperature around them seemed to drop significantly.

“.”

Milani didn’t respond, just bit her lip, glanced at Ivyst, and nodded slightly.

“Heh.” Ivyst suddenly let out a soft laugh, but her crimson eyes held no trace of amusement, “Who would’ve thought there could be such coincidences in this world?”

She was suppressing some extreme and pathological impulse, nearly losing control.

Milani quietly said, “From the memory searches, I didn’t detect any tampering. Logically, those memories are self-consistent.”

“Self-consistent?” Ivyst seemed to suddenly realize something, raising her voice, “If he lost his memory, then why did he jump out of the car to save me?!”

Her chest heaved, as if she were quite agitated.

Milani’s eyes flickered with hesitation: “He said… he did it to save his good buddy Greya.”

What the heck?!

This statement startled Greya, who was just minding his own business like a nosy neighbor.

Upon feeling the princess’s murderous glare as if she wanted to peel him alive, the poor kid nearly knelt down to beg for mercy.

Not a bro! What do I have to do with this?! I’d rather die in the Soren Mountain Range than face this!

Feeling the surprised gazes around him, Greya wanted to cry but had no tears.

Thankfully, everyone knew Lynn’s personality well enough to take this as a joke, so they let him off the hook.

After retracting her gaze, Ivyst still seemed a bit out of sorts: “We need to search his memories again this time, and I’ll oversee it myself.”

“No!”

Milani instinctively retorted.

“Oh?” Ivyst narrowed her hawk-like eyes, sharp as knives, “You seem quite worried about him?”

Milani’s body trembled slightly, her face paling: “N-no, it’s just that he’s still a low-tier Transcendent, with weak mental will. He can’t endure multiple such checks in a short time, or his soul will be harmed!”

But Ivyst was already getting a bit carried away.

A strong sense of insecurity swept over her.

After all, what had sustained their twisted and abnormal relationship was precisely those past memories.

Currently, Lynn hadn’t fundamentally changed, but all traces of her in his world had been wiped away by some powerful and invisible force, causing Ivyst to feel unprecedented panic.

She was genuinely scared. Scared that Lynn would mysteriously disappear from her side again like last time.

This was also why she decided to keep him locked by her side 24/7.

“Milani, you are my subordinate,” Ivyst said coldly, “For my orders, you just need to consider if you can carry them out, not whether you want to.”

“Your Highness…”

Afia behind her also wanted to step in, but one look from Ivyst left her frozen in place.

“Do you all want to defy me?!!!”

In an instant, the atmosphere in the entire laboratory turned cold and silent.

After a long time, Milani, who had been looking down, finally murmured, “If this is your order, then I will do it.”

“But before that… I hope you see something.”

With that, she, her eyes red, took out the prepared memory crystal from her pocket and activated it gently.

As the image slowly emerged, everyone suddenly saw the familiar figure of the young boy.

However, he was convulsing on a sealed item seat, his expression contorted and in pain.

Not only that, but he seemed to be murmuring “Her Highness the Princess” along with some other title that sounded a bit blurred.

“.”

Ivyst’s heart abruptly twisted, and she instinctively raised her hand as if to embrace him.

But then she suddenly realized this was a scene that had already occurred.

Following that, Milani softly recounted everything that had happened that day to those present, including the ability Lynn had asked her to conceal.

As Milani’s calm narrative unfolded, Ivyst’s delicate face gradually lost all color.

She hid her trembling wrist under her sleeves, unwilling for anyone to see the wavering expression on her face.

However, it seemed Milani’s words had yet to cease.

“Your Highness, actually, I’ve also conducted some research on the realm of memory.” Milani’s voice was very soft, “When a person endures pain beyond their limit, the brain generates a protective mechanism.”

“It actively seals away some memories that cause pain and oppression to help the body and mind return to normal. This scenario is quite common, you must have heard of it.”

Hearing this, Ivyst tightened her beautifully delicate fingers, blood trickling down from her palms.

“Are you saying…” she bit her silver teeth, her tone icy and terrifying, “In his mind, all memories of me are the ones that cause him pain and oppression?”

Her crimson eyes locked onto Milani as though something catastrophic would occur as soon as that answer was spoken.

But for some reason, recalling the boy’s warm embrace, a wave of unprecedented courage surged through Milani’s heart.

“In my opinion, it is.” Milani bit her lip, her voice trembling slightly, “Whether it’s you hypnotizing him against his will, or putting a collar on him and treating him like a dog…”

Feeling Ivyst’s murderous intent firsthand, her legs almost gave way beneath her.

“Very well, you all are commendable.”

In the end, Ivyst didn’t act against Milani at all, merely allowing Afia to push her out without a word from the underground laboratory.

When the others slowly left, Milani instinctively slumped down to the ground.

!

Test subject 126, for you, I’ve danced on the edge of death. Next time, you must repay me handsomely!

“Just leave me at the door, you can go.”

Once back at the door, Ivyst said slowly.

“Your Highness…”

Afia wanted to say something more.

“I don’t want to say it a second time.”

At this moment, Ivyst had her head bowed, her snowy hair cascading over her slender shoulders, obscuring her expression.

Hearing this, Afia worriedly glanced inside the room, then slowly left.

Once she was alone, Ivyst pushed open the door and slowly rolled back into her bedroom.

Staring at the naked young boy, shackled at the foot of the bed, her expression was somewhat dazed as she silently gazed at him.

Who knows what thoughts were swirling in her mind?

After a while, she struggled to steady herself, swaying as she climbed onto the bed, straddling the young man’s waist.

“Mm!”

The boy seemed to sense something off and twisted, trying to say something.

But the purple cloth stuffed in his mouth prevented him from speaking, causing him to mumble incoherently.

A strange impulse filled Ivyst’s heart, mixed with anxiety and unease.

Somewhere, she felt quite spirited.

However, forgetting the master was simply not acceptable.

For a disobedient pup, a good punishment was in order.

Ivyst slowly drew a whip from her bosom, lightly snapping it in her hand, producing a “whoosh” sound in the air.

In a moment, she raised the whip, biting her silver teeth, ready to strike it across the boy’s chest, covered in shallow bite marks.

Just one lash, and he’d feel a pain that went to the bone.

However, for some unknown reason, Milani’s words floated in Ivyst’s mind.

All the memories related to me are painful and oppressive.

“Pfft!”

The whip in her hand ultimately didn’t strike, and instead fell gently onto the sheets.

Ivyst held back the impulse to cry deep within her throat, biting her lip before leaning down, pressing her face tightly against the boy’s heated chest.

Meanwhile, a single tear slowly rolled down her cheek.

Why?

Why must it always be like this to me?

Did I… do something wrong?

A flicker of confusion crossed her heart.

Yet, gazing at the boy’s handsome features and feeling that deep-rooted possessiveness, her twisted and pathological urges surged back to the forefront.

No.

I’m not wrong.

My little pup is just sick, and he merely needs careful nurturing. There would definitely be a day he’d heal.

Right.

It must be that way.

In the darkness, the woman’s breathing quickened slightly.

She was even sicker now.