Chapter 38

“How did you kill him?”

After everyone had signed, Greya finally walked over to Lynn.

Looking at the body of Mark lying on the ground, he asked somewhat regretfully, “If we had taken him back for proper questioning, we might have found the mastermind he mentioned.”

“Sorry.” Lynn sighed helplessly. “I heard him saying he wanted to pin the deaths of over three hundred people on Princess Ivyst. I got too angry and acted impulsively.”

“Uh, I get it. Don’t beat yourself up too much.”

Seeing Lynn’s resolute demeanor, Greya suddenly found himself at a loss for words and hurried to comfort him.

After all, everything that had happened today was thanks to Lynn.

Otherwise, he would still be out there pleading and trying to untangle this mess.

Luckily, everything was settled.

Watching the refugees entering the city one by one after receiving permission, Greya finally relaxed.

“Leave the next steps to me. I’ll temporarily settle these refugees in the properties of the Augusta family.”

“Once we’re back at the manor, I’ll count on you to report to the princess. It’ll be a little surprise for her.”

Greya winked and tossed the pile of signed Transcendent Contracts to Lynn.

He then hurried away with the two security officers, each with their own thoughts.

As they left, one of the officers shot him a strange look, but it was anyone’s guess what was going through his mind.

Lynn watched them disappear and scoffed.

Everything he just said was nonsense.

He was in such a rush to get away that there was no way he’d be angry for Ivyst’s sake. In fact, he hadn’t encountered anything in his two lifetimes that could make him lose his cool—taking a temporary hit was just a matter of time before he’d get his revenge.

The only reason Lynn had no hesitation in killing that guy was to avoid getting too entwined with the royal selection.

After all, there weren’t many who would dare reach out for Orlen City at a time like this.

As someone who had read the original story, he could guess that the suspect was likely one of the princes.

If he just followed the trail and dragged that prince out, that would mean declaring war on him for good!

This was Lynn’s initial concern.

At present, working under Ivyst would inevitably make him appear as part of her faction.

Things were manageable for small matters like today, but if he helped Ivyst severely damage a certain prince’s pride, it would mean he was on a sinking ship, forever branded as an enemy.

After all, one day he’d have to run away.

Fewer enemies were better than more.

With that thought in mind, Lynn sighed and walked towards the carriage left behind by Greya.

At that moment, Afia was sprawled across the top of the carriage, squinting her eyes to enjoy the sunset and snoring softly.

Upon seeing Lynn approach, Afia lazily flipped over, stretched, and instinctively exposed her belly.

“Is work all done, meow?”

Afia yawned.

For some reason, her voice sounded softer, making Lynn feel quite uncomfortable.

“Are you sick?” he asked, looking at Afia strangely. “You suddenly seem so ladylike; it’s hard to handle.”

“I’ve come to terms with it.” Afia huffed, “Getting angry at someone like you will never end, so from now on, I’ll just pretend I didn’t hear anything you say.”

Oh? Just full of herself, huh?

Watching her with that smug expression, Lynn felt an urge to tease her.

So he looked at Afia and started, “By the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you—when you were in heat at the inn, how did you think my skills were?”

The atmosphere instantly fell silent.

For the next few seconds, Afia vividly demonstrated the meaning of dying from embarrassment.

She first looked at Lynn, somewhat baffled, as if trying to understand the deeper meaning of his words. Then her body tensed, revealing her pearly little fangs, and she clearly entered a state of fury.

“I—I’ll fight you!!!”

With a look of righteous anger, Afia lunged at him, grabbing his face like a face-hugging bug, and bit down on his forehead.

“Oww—owowow!!!”

Lynn groaned with his face buried in Afia’s belly.

“Welcome, customer. Eh? Your face…”

“Oh, I’m fine.”

Feeling Afia on his face, Lynn calmly waved his hand. At that moment, he found himself in a rather luxurious women’s clothing store on a commercial street in Orlen City.

It seemed that the sight of a customer with a cat on his face was too bizarre, as all the store clerks stopped in their tracks.

After hearing Lynn, the clerk forced a smile. “So, customer, what can I get for you?”

“Do you have any women’s shoes available? Show me the most expensive pairs you have.”

Upon hearing this, Afia, still clenching onto his head, twitched her ears for some reason.

Before long, the most expensive pairs of women’s shoes in the store were brought out.

With Afia still on his face, Lynn had to awkwardly tilt his head a bit to see the styles of the shoes with his peripheral vision.

Finally, he pointed to a cute pair of black princess shoes: “I’ll take these.”

“That’ll be three gold coins.” The clerk politely responded.

So expensive! Although Lynn felt a bit pained, he still took out the coins he had earned from the Greed Magic Box during the day.

After checking out, Lynn went to the fitting room and gently patted Afia on the cheek.

“Come down for a moment; let’s see if these shoes fit.”

“Huh?”

Afia seemed a bit puzzled.

She released her bite, gracefully landing on the floor, and looked at the exquisitely crafted cute princess shoes, frowning. “What are you doing?”

Lynn shrugged. “Last time I saw you transform into a human, you weren’t wearing any shoes, so I’m gifting you a pair as an apology.”

At these words, Afia’s expression suddenly grew very complex.

She hadn’t expected him to be so considerate.

After a moment’s hesitation, she whispered, “Y—you’re the second person to give me shoes.”

At that, Lynn felt a bit disgruntled.

Last time in front of Ivyst, he had also become the second person to get a collar slapped on him.

Though it wasn’t something to brag about, at this moment, his masculine competitiveness flared up once more.

With a serious look, he asked, “Who was the first?”

“It was the princess.”

“Oh, well, that’s alright then.”

Lynn averted his gaze.

And with that, the atmosphere fell silent again.

After a moment of quiet, Afia was the first to break the silence.

“You’re a good person, but I’m sorry!”

For some reason, after contemplating for a while, Afia suddenly looked nervous and blurted that out.

Then, she grabbed the shoes and swiftly dashed out.

What just happened? Lynn’s mind was still in a fog as he left the fitting room.

Seeing his dazed expression, the clerk who escorted him out couldn’t help but smile. “Don’t you know, customer?”

“What?”

“For beastwomen, they spend their lives not needing shoes, except for one occasion.”

“And that’s when they get married, and their husband will give them a pair of shoes as an engagement gift.”

“Huh?”

Lynn was stunned.

No wonder she said that—it felt like he had been forcibly handed a ‘Good Guy’ badge? At that moment, an overwhelming sense of humiliation washed over him.

Not only that, but he’d also lost a pair of shoes worth three gold coins for no reason.

Does accepting a gift not mean I agree?!

Glancing at the evening street, Lynn angrily hopped onto the carriage parked by the roadside.

“Back to the manor!”

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