Chapter 44

“Chapter 44: I Want the Princess’s Relic.”

Here it comes!

Hearing Ivyst’s question, Lynn’s heart tightened, but he wasn’t too surprised.

For him, this was both a test and an opportunity.

What he had to do was pretty straightforward.

With Ivyst wielding that lie-detecting ring, his options were rather limited.

So, he decided not to think at all.

He would simply show her his true feelings at this very moment.

Though it felt a bit like he was compromising, there was no other choice now.

“I want the Princess’s relic.”

Lynn answered vacantly, controlling his body.

Relic? Ivyst furrowed her brow.

This term was quite common in many scriptures.

Even some high-tier sealed items were often referred to as relics.

Generally speaking, only extraordinary items left behind by deities could earn that title.

But these items were usually incredibly rare.

Even though Ivyst had a rather luxurious containment facility, it didn’t include any relics.

Moreover, it seemed she was more concerned about Lynn’s odd request than the relic itself.

Her relic? Ivyst thought it was absurd.

Sure, she was powerful, but she couldn’t match the might of the major churches’ gods.

So what could she possibly have that could be called a relic?

With a belly full of doubts, Ivyst glanced at the ring on her finger.

But there was no reaction.

As expected, this guy was telling the truth.

He really was yearning for that relic.

Ivyst fell silent for a moment, then asked, “What exactly is this relic you speak of?”

After thinking it over, Ivyst couldn’t figure out what sealed item around her could be called a relic.

But she didn’t believe Lynn was just making it up.

With his intelligence, he wouldn’t ask for something trivial.

Perhaps this was something he had coveted for a long time, something that could help him escape his current predicament or even let him take revenge someday.

This item was possibly very important to Lynn.

Important enough that even in a hypnotic state, he would subconsciously ask for it.

Ivyst thought silently.

Under her gaze, Lynn dully began, “The relic I’m referring to is an item that has been touched by your extraordinary power and life essence.”

Ivyst’s perfectly shaped brows knitted tightly: “I don’t understand, speak plainly.”

“You know, like the lingerie, underwear, or your stockings and heels you’ve worn.”

Lynn said with a blank expression.

In truth, he was starting to feel a bit tingly.

Even for him, saying such lewd things in front of the main character made him want to find a hole to crawl into.

Fortunately, the Liars’ Devourer was still holding firm; he hadn’t slipped out of that state.

And after he said those words, the entire study fell into an uncomfortable silence, as if even the sound of a pin dropping could be heard.

The atmosphere was bizarrely awkward.

At that moment, Ivyst’s face was painted with shock.

Clearly, the twist was so sudden that even she couldn’t fully process it.

She originally thought this kid was plotting some terrible scheme.

But who would have thought he just wanted her worn… those things?! Ivyst instinctively looked at the ring on her finger, but it still showed no reaction.

Sure enough, that too was the truth.

He genuinely wanted her worn stockings and lingerie. Did he really consider such things a relic?

Ivyst felt it was utterly ridiculous.

“What do you want with those things I’ve worn?”

“…to use.”

This answer was rather clever.

One could only say, the language of Saint Laurent was profound.

Upon hearing that response, Ivyst seemed to understand something, and the confusion and puzzlement on her face gradually transformed into another emotion.

She looked at Lynn with a scornful gaze, as if he were some filthy scum.

“I don’t remember raising a dog that harbors dirty thoughts about its owner.”

Ivyst stepped on Lynn’s shoulder, her boot’s tip grinding lightly.

It didn’t hurt much but was extremely humiliating.

Feeling the pressure of her foot, Lynn furrowed his brow internally.

Did this mean his affection level wasn’t high enough, or was he asking too soon?

Lynn gazed at Ivyst with a dazed look, while actually sneaking glances at her current state.

Though her eyes were filled with indifference and disdain, under the study light, Lynn still caught a hint of something strange.

Was it just him, or was her face a bit red? Was she shy? No way.

Lynn instinctively rejected that idea.

Such a thing would never happen with Ivyst; this he was certain.

If that’s the case, there must be another explanation.

Lynn vaguely remembered learning from books in his previous life that when someone feels excitement or agitation, their sympathetic nervous system gets activated, which speeds up heartbeat and dilates capillaries, leading to flushing of the face.

Holy crap.

Could it be that this woman felt exhilaration from her subordinate’s fantasies? Lynn’s scalp tingled at the thought.

But if that were true, it meant he still had a glimmer of hope! And sure enough, the next second, things took a turn.

“However… since I’ve promised to grant you a wish, as your mistress, I won’t go back on my word.”

She suddenly changed her tone and said so.

If you listened closely, you might even catch a hint of her slightly rapid breathing.

Ivyst didn’t even know what was wrong with her.

For the first time in her life, she was experiencing this strange mix of thrill, shame, and excitement.

It was peculiar, yet it didn’t make her uncomfortable.

Clearly, it shouldn’t be like this.

But thinking it over, right now, there was only Lynn in the study, still under hypnosis, and once he awakened, he wouldn’t retain any memories.

So, no one would know what she did, right?

Ivyst thought quietly to herself.

In the next second, she took a deep breath, removed her high-heeled ankle boots, then lifted her long skirt a bit, revealing her long legs wrapped tightly in black stockings.

Meeting Lynn’s dazed gaze, Ivyst mildly bent down and slid her hands under her skirt.

Throughout the whole process, the sound of fabric brushing against skin was audible.

Moments later, a pair of fair, delicate feet gently touched the soft carpet.

At a glance, her toes were dainty and perfectly aligned, resembling a string of lustrous pearls, with red nail polish adding to their allure.

Unfortunately, the black stockings that used to cover them had vanished.

Just as that thought crossed his mind, a thin, almost transparent piece of black fabric slowly fell into Lynn’s palm.

Not only did it still carry a hint of warmth, but it also exuded a familiar rose fragrance.

To be honest.

At that moment, Lynn’s heart skipped a beat.

If I don’t have monthly tickets, I’ll just… ahhhhhh!!!