Chapter 54

“How about a bet?”

Just as Lynn had suspected.

For a powerful woman like Ivyst, she had never bowed her head to any man in her life.

What’s more, the current Lynn was just an ordinary person without any extraordinary abilities.

To even say something like that, he must either be brain damaged or outright insane.

Clearly, at this moment, Lynn belonged to the latter category.

So Ivyst was never going to accept such a request.

She found it laughable.

“When did you get the delusion that I would sacrifice my dignity for some pet of mine?” Ivyst looked at him with a look that screamed ‘idiot,’ her tone icy. “If you want to die that badly, go ahead.”

With that, she turned around and settled back into her velvet chair by the window, picking up her wine glass again.

A woman with countless bloody dealings in her past wouldn’t flutter an eyelash over the death of others, right?

Her earlier hesitation was merely due to not wanting to let someone with that kind of talent die uselessly.

But now, he was clearly wishing for his own demise; it was hardly her fault.

With that thought, Ivyst took a sip of her drink.

Seeing her like this, Lynn shook his head.

Not enough.

Just saying that was completely insufficient to significantly deviate the plot, and would not affect the future Sorceress of the End.

And if he missed this chance, who knows when he’d find another like it?

Lynn didn’t want to wait even a single day.

He just wanted to quickly become a Transcendent and gain enough power to protect himself.

“How about a bet?”

Lynn suddenly spoke up.

At that moment, the extreme cold had made his lips slightly purple, and the cognitive shift brought about by the Liars’ Devourer left him feeling numb all over.

But his eyes were crystal clear.

Upon hearing this, Ivyst didn’t answer, but the hand holding her glass paused slightly.

Clearly, she wasn’t as indifferent as she pretended to be.

If she really didn’t care, she probably would have already frozen him into an ice sculpture and dumped him in some unknown place.

“I bet you won’t really be indifferent.” Lynn looked at her. “Once you take the potion and feed it to me, I win the bet.”

“Save your nonsense for after you’re dead.” Ivyst replied flatly.

Lynn raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure?”

“Hehe.”

Ivyst’s lips curled into a cold smirk.

As the third princess of the Saint Roland Empire, she felt surprisingly good-spirited tonight.

Good enough to endure this guy’s repeated provocations without lifting a finger to kill him.

If it were Rhine, he’d probably have been chopped into pieces by now.

But this was where it ended.

Ivyst thought to herself.

There was absolutely no way she would ever take the kind of action Lynn suggested.

Not even a sliver of possibility.

With that thought, her peripheral vision suddenly caught Lynn seeming to do something.

Ivyst instinctively looked up.

He had somehow mustered the last bit of his strength and raised that neutralizing agent high in the air.

Noticing Ivyst’s gaze, Lynn grinned widely, displaying his pearly whites.

Then, with lightning speed, he hurled the test tube down to the ground!

“Whoosh—”

Accompanied by the sound of wind slicing through the air, the test tube containing the blue liquid barely hung just millimeters above the floor.

If he had been even a second slower, the neutralizing agent would have shattered and the liquid would have spilled out.

Once exposed to oxygen, the agent would quickly lose its effectiveness.

So to everyone watching, Lynn’s actions were undoubtedly gambling with his own life.

A bet on a slim chance of success. Thankfully, he had succeeded.

At this moment, a circle of slender blood-red thorns tightly surrounded the test tube, preventing it from shattering.

Seeing this, Lynn burst into laughter: “I won!”

“Didn’t expect you to care this much about me not dying? Or is it—” Lynn was about to say some sarcastic comment to annoy Ivyst.

Suddenly, a flash of red light zipped past his eyes.

Accompanied by a strong impact, he felt darkness envelop him and collapsed to the ground.

From a distance, Ivyst had somehow stood up from her chair, a frosty glint of anger sparking in her eyes.

Only after knocking Lynn out did she refocus her attention back to her delicate, fair hands.

It had been an instinctive move.

She wasn’t sure why she had chosen to spare that potion.

Clearly, she shouldn’t have gone to such lengths for a subordinate who didn’t know their place.

Though Ivyst’s mind was a jumble of emotions, she reached out and took the neutralizing agent.

Then, manipulating the thorns, she fed him the blue liquid from the test tube.

After finishing all that, Ivyst no longer wanted to look at Lynn’s face, which still held a smidge of triumphant glee, and tossed him aside.

Yet the question kept echoing in her mind.

Why had she acted to save him? Ivyst couldn’t figure it out.

She raised her hand, staring at the ring on her ring finger, lost in thought.

“I’ve fallen in love with Lynn Bartleon.”

The ring instantly emitted a flash of red light.

This indicated that it was a lie.

Ivyst snorted coldly, brushing it off.

What love felt like, she had never experienced until now.

Maybe it was simply something that didn’t exist, so she was just casually asking, seeing as it was only her here.

Then Ivyst continued, “I don’t want him to die; I merely wish to use his power to win the royal selection.”

Under Ivyst’s scrutiny, the ring showed no change.

Heh, just as I thought.

She silently mused.

She was only interested in his abilities, wanting to use them, that was it.

Simple as that.

Yet the moment that thought crossed her mind, the ring flickered as if delayed, shocking her with its sudden tremor.

Ivyst’s expression froze.

How could that be?

Confused, she furrowed her brows.

After thinking for a few seconds, Ivyst spoke again: “I don’t want him to die, besides wanting to use his power to win royal selection, it’s also because he’s my good boy.”

The ring trembled once more, flashing red like before.

This time, she fell into complete silence.

The flickering red light indicated that part of her words was true while another part was false.

In that moment, Ivyst found herself in an unprecedented struggle.

Her gaze shifted from clarity to distraction, then to indifference, finally clenching her teeth.

After quite a while, Ivyst suddenly took a deep breath.

“I don’t want him to die because he was the first to say I look pretty, so in my heart, he’s more important than anyone else.”

After saying that, she furrowed her delicate brows, looking at the ring.

This time, the ring seemed to malfunction, remaining dull and dark with no signs of change.

Ivyst’s expression suddenly turned dramatic.

“Are you kidding me?!”

She yanked the ring off her finger and hurled it into the corner with all her might.

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