Although Lynn often tailored his speech to whoever he was speaking to, the words he spoke in this instance were not mere flattery.
If Ivyst had been there to hear it, she might have fainted from anger and also furiously cursed at that despicable woman.
The reason was simple.
Had her memory been restored?
It had been restored.
The Witch of Doomsday worried that if all the memories were unlocked, the devotees would wholly devote themselves to the past version of her.
Even though, for the moment, Lynn recalled everything related to Ivyst and felt a strange emotion toward her, the main subject of those emotions ultimately still leaned toward the Witch of Doomsday.
In a sense, this was the difference between who came first and who came after.
It was also about the destructive power of a first love and the moonlight under which it bloomed.
She had read Lynn's memories, so she was very aware that the scene that truly touched the devotee about his past self was the night before handling the Sealed Object.
That night, Lynn saw Ivyst in tears and listened to her recount her tragic past.
That's why he later chose to jump from the carriage.
Lynn told himself that he did it so his future self wouldn't feel regret.
But to the Witch of Doomsday, that seemed implausible.
There were many things that could cause regret, but not enough to disregard one's own life.
If it weren't for her having a special place and weight in his heart, how could he recklessly risk his life to save her?
Under such circumstances, it was extremely important who came first.
Regardless, both were materially the same person.
Therefore, the person who first left a mark in Lynn's heart naturally held an unprecedented advantage.
Even if something happened later, he would think, "This is the former Witch of Doomsday."
"...Let's not talk about those past matters anymore."
Moments later, the Witch of Doomsday regained her cold, majestic demeanor, turned around, and looked down at Lynn from above.
No matter how many times, her cold demeanor always struck a chord with him.
You're only 23 years old. You can't outplay her.
With that thought, Lynn shook his head, then said, "By the way, about the matter with the Bright Moon Goddess, what happened afterward? Were you hurt?"
Hearing this, the Witch of Doomsday gently lifted the shackles on her wrist.
The seal seemed much thicker than before, but even so, the surface of the shackles still displayed very clear and conspicuous cracks.
"After Beatrice descended that day, she reinforced the seal on my wrist, causing my strength to be unprecedentedly weakened," said the Witch of Doomsday in an ethereal and elegant voice. "Fortunately, by meddling with her fate in the past, you almost completely shattered these chains."
"There's something else you might need to know."
Lynn was somewhat surprised.
The next second, the Witch of Doomsday slightly raised her hand.
Accompanied by a fluctuation of divine power, a cocoon intertwined with moonlight suddenly appeared in front of Lynn.
The cocoon was as big as a carriage, and inside lay an exquisitely beautiful elf girl, whose expression was serene as if she was having a long and beautiful dream.
Lynn was stunned on the spot.
According to the original setting, wasn't she supposed to have been assimilated and devoured by the Bright Moon Goddess, Beatrice?
At this moment, various confusions surfaced in his mind.
"What's wrong with her?"
After a long silence, Lynn looked up at the Witch of Doomsday.
The Doomsday Witch's tone was very calm, even bordering on cold.
(ps: Due to a chaotic work and rest schedule, I am currently one chapter behind, which I will definitely make up for tonight.)