The youth looked down upon the crowd from above, his arrogant words slowly descending, reaching everyone's ears.
The closest to him, Fourth Prince Joshua, revealed a look of confusion in his eyes. Upon realizing what he had actually said, he couldn't help but slowly widen his eyes.
The Great Imperial Princess Hillena and Xiya, standing farther away, also felt a bit shocked, staring at him incredulously, thinking he was spouting madness.
Hillena asked in a low voice unconsciously.
Xiya furrowed his brow, silent for a moment, then shook his head, "No... at least I don't believe so."
He had clearly been imprisoned just yesterday and had been severely interrogated by himself.
Although it was unknown why he had seemingly healed from all injuries, perhaps he had taken some miraculous medicine like the Moonlight Original Liquid.
Such a commodity was in short supply in the Imperial Capital, and even he had to beg Tiya for it, receiving only a limited portion.
But with Ivyst's methods, obtaining it wouldn't be too difficult.
However, that was not the point.
The point was, the words he spoke seemed like those of a clown clamoring for attention, yet, bizarrely, he seemed so earnest.
For a moment, everyone's gaze involuntarily converged on Lynn.
Ivyst, with a startled expression, unconsciously clenched her pale, delicate fingers tightly.
A sense of foreboding welled up.
She did not know what Lynn was planning to do next, but it was surely nothing good.
She unconsciously recalled Joshua's warning to her yesterday in the parlor.
"Third Sister, as a Sixth Rank Demigod, to always press such a burden onto a mere Second Rank Transcendent is quite heartless... or perhaps, it's a legacy of the inherent coldness of the Alexini family."
"Always recklessly protecting those around you, aren't you afraid that one day a mistake might happen and he won't come back?"
These words echoed in Ivyst's ears like a curse, lingering long in her mind.
Now, seeing Lynn ready to act unpredictably, she remembered those words again, and her mood plummeted.
The long-standing trust and expectations had made her unconsciously overlook that this person was only a Second Rank.
After all, nobles of a similar age and Rank were still attending school.
Yet Lynn bore not only his family's vendetta but also battled against all the nobles of the Imperial Capital.
Simply because he was her subordinate.
Marked by the label of Third Imperial Princess, it was a fate he could not escape.
And she, previously, had comfortably enjoyed the help and protection he provided.
Therefore, as Ivyst stood there, she found his actions increasingly intolerable.
Why must he always come back covered in wounds?
Doesn't he know that someone worries about him?
Ivyst thought unconsciously.
Currently, the Bartleion family and Lynn were overly conspicuous, drawing all the firepower, with many wishing they could be dealt with swiftly.
At this thought, Ivyst could no longer bear the tumult of emotions within her and quickly walked towards Lynn.
Wearing black high heels and moving too hurriedly, she even stumbled slightly, disheveling her shoulder-length black hair a bit more.
However, hearing a commotion from across the street, Lynn merely glanced indifferently at Eleanor and others, then fixed his eyes on her.
Although he said nothing, when their eyes met in mid-air, Ivyst involuntarily stopped in her tracks.
"Don't come any closer."
"Otherwise, I'll die in front of you."
There was no telepathy between them.
But from those calm, jewel-blue eyes that seemed to discard all emotions, Ivyst was sure she read something similar.
She had never seen Lynn reveal such a side before.
The usual puppy that always whimpered to please her had now vanished.
In its place was a hint of a wolf's ferocity.
That look was extremely foreign to her.
If she drew any closer, perhaps he truly might do something unspeakable.
Why did her puppy always become so unruly at such times?
The first time he tried suicide as a threat.
After the Level 0 Sealed Object incident ended and he stubbornly sent them away.
Later, when he was imprisoned in Augusta Manor and suddenly informed her of that woman's existence, it was the same.
Still, nothing had changed until now.
The master had already arranged everything; he just needed to obediently wait for her at home.
Why wouldn't he listen?
In that moment, Ivyst stopped where she was, her eyes welled up slightly, a stubborn and aggrieved expression emerging.
The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.
Fortunately, everyone's attention was currently drawn to the black-haired youth on the steps, and they hadn't noticed Ivyst's emotional turmoil.
Councilman Blake had been watching the youth who gazed down upon him from the beginning.
After a long silence, he finally spoke in an indifferent tone, "Has the case been broken? Do you understand what that means?"
"In a broader sense, you are now mocking the Imperial Council, challenging the authority of a councilman."