Consider it a repayment for saving my life.
With that thought, she straightened the nun's habit that she had crumpled, fell silent for a moment, then looked seriously at Tiya: "Tiya, as a friend, I don't want to see you continue to be this downcast."
"Think about it, Sister Trina also taught us this, to judge whether a person is worth associating with, it's better to look at what he has done rather than what he has said."
"I don't know what he told you that night, but after you fainted, this is what that guy did..."
In the next few minutes, Louise, with complicated emotions, repeated the events that occurred at the Lanting Inn that evening to Tiya.
High above, sitting on the edge of the roof, Lynn was awakened by a sneeze.
He rubbed his somewhat heavy eyelids and yawned.
It had been one day and one night since he escaped from Ivyst.
To maintain the integrity of the swamp monstrosity, incessantly transferring the causal punishments brought by the Life Player, including the night he parted with Tiya, he hadn't slept for two days.
He almost fell into a deep sleep just now, thankfully, a timely sneeze woke him.
When had his own will become so weak?
Lynn pinched his thigh forcefully to wake himself, but it was futile.
If previously Tiya was like a lamp out of oil, then Lynn, who had repelled Kushustan, used Time Concealment and Life Player multiple times to stop the rampage of extraordinary power, and escaped from the Sixth Rank Demigod Ivyst, was like having one foot in the grave.
Even though the Divine-given factor in his body came from Miss Witch and had been enhanced twice, no matter what, he was still just a Second Rank.
What's keeping him going was merely an inner breath; what he was truly depleting was his own spirit and vigor.
Feeling his body creak like a rusty machine, Lynn realized he didn't have much time left.
He couldn't help but sigh.
However, he still had things to do.
In two days, at the Moonlight Holy Scripture, he faced a true Divine for the first time.
Although the opponent was not at their prime and in a poor state, they were not comparable to Kushustan who only appeared in consciousness and avatars.
To say the least, even Kushustan's incomplete form could not be faced head-on. It could only bridge the gap in combat power through various means. In front of the Bright Moon Goddess, Lynn had no chance of winning.
All his techniques, including the Thorny Crown and Life Player, were just laughable tricks of an ant.
Yet, at this point, he had no way out.
Moreover, life is all about constantly challenging and transcending oneself.
He believed he could still struggle a bit more.
But before that, he needed some external assistance.
With that in mind, Lynn slowly stood up from the roof's edge, gazing at the estate across the street that breathed ancient, heavy, and luxurious vibes.
This was the Upper City, where the nobles lived, clean and orderly compared to the chaos and filth of the Lower City District.
Currently, he couldn't seek help from Ivyst or others, for he would likely be imprisoned.
Since inheriting the memories from the Princess's side, Miss Witch had also become suddenly unreachable.
Despite the two women being utterly incompatible, it seemed as if they had united against him.
To this, he felt helpless.
If it weren't for a desperate situation, he wouldn't have resorted to seeking help from the owner of the mansion before him.
Once stepping in, he was more likely to be captured and handed over to Saint Laurent VI.
The tiny possibility was to intrigue the owner through a deal and gain some degree of help.
But, he had to gamble.
He gambled that his eloquence and Lie Swallowing, as they had countless times before, would help him escape danger.
Thinking this, Lynn pulled out Pine's cards, but didn't switch to Life Player mode, only summoning Endless Silk.
Controlling a thread to enter the top floor of the mansion across the street, he leaped and stood on the Endless Silk like a tightrope performer, then walked steadily towards the other side.
At this moment, it was deep into the night, with hardly anyone on the streets.
Even the occasional speeding carriage wouldn't inexplicably cast its gaze into the sky.
Just like that, he easily crossed the distance of a street block, soon reaching the window of the mansion on the opposite side.
Up until now, everything was proceeding according to plan.
Just as this thought crossed his mind, a sense of dissonance, invisible and intangible, suddenly descended.
As if a pair of hands reaching across time and space lightly plucked on the strings of his fate.
In an instant, the Endless Silk that should have been as solid as iron beneath his feet suddenly snapped, and a sense of weightlessness followed.
This caused Lynn, who had just opened the window, to miss his footing, and realizing this, he immediately adjusted his falling posture in mid-air, then crashed into the room in an extremely awkward manner.
However, the sense of dissonance emanating from destiny did not completely dissipate.