However, this time he’s so heavily drunk, apart from the strong effect of the alcohol, it might also have to do with Lynn himself not wanting to sober up too quickly.
Watching the silver light of the Divine Tree penetrate the stone window, Lynn knew that, in the end, reality must be faced, and escaping solves nothing.
At this crucial moment of returning to the original world, he found himself caught in a dilemma: whether to seize Hillena’s purity while her memory was still lost, inciting the divine punishment of the World Will, or to explore the hints given to him by the murmurs of the Prisoner of Destiny.
If he chose the latter, there was no telling how long it would take to break through the world barrier, and Lynn was uncertain how long Ivyst could hold on, given that it had been over a month since he fled to the Otherworld.
And if he chose the former...
The image of Hillena by the campfire last night, hesitating to speak, appeared in his mind. Her final smile seemed calm, but her eyes hid a heartbreaking sadness, as if he had done something unforgivable.
This completely didn’t match the Great Imperial Princess Hillena’s temperament he remembered, to which Lynn could only attribute to memory disorder.
"What on earth should I choose..."
Lynn rubbed his temples, took the clothes from the stone table beside him, and was about to put them on when suddenly he was stopped by a pair of cold little hands. Turning his head, he found a purple-skinned Demon Clan girl standing in the corner, her tiny horns like crescents, looking quite cute.
Noticing Lynn’s gaze, Nora couldn’t help but tremble slightly. After all, yesterday at the city gate, this human exuded an aura on par with an Abyss Lord, yet at this moment, she mustered the courage to shake her head, indicating he should put the clothes down.
With a gentle clap of her hands, several older but equally pretty witches came in, keeping their heads down like Nora, still not daring to meet Lynn’s eyes.
Lynn looked at them in confusion.
Nora stuttered, speaking in very broken Human Clan language.
Lynn realized that, once upon a time, back when he was still a young master of the Bartleion family, he had the same treatment every time he woke up or went to bed, so he very adeptly and cooperatively spread his arms.
The witches gingerly dressed him, along with services like shoulder massages and leg rubs, all while their smooth skin under thin clothing was faintly visible.
Lynn was certain that he could completely tear off these clothes and have his way, and they would even obediently comply.
But Lynn wasn’t that type of person; he disdained such disgraceful actions.
After getting ready, Lynn circulated his Extraordinary Power to dispel the last trace of drunkenness, but this small move scared the witches into scattering, leaving only Nora huddled in the corner.
"What’s your name?" Lynn squatted down and asked, "And do you find me frightening?"
"I... I’m called... Nora." The little girl continued in broken Human Clan language, "Your eyes..."
Lynn was a bit surprised and glanced at the obsidian mirror in the room but didn’t find anything unusual about his eyes.
However, he didn’t dwell on it too much.
It seemed the murmurs of the Prisoner of Destiny guided him to the Helius Mausoleum, and he inexplicably became the prophesied savior of the stone tablet, there must be some hidden secret here.
"Go play." Lynn said as he took out a toy from the human world, placing it in Nora’s palm, speaking gently.
Nora gazed in a daze at the friendly Lynn, finding it hard to imagine that this guest, who even those powerful leaders of her clan bowed to, could be so gentle. In the survival of the fittest Demon Clan world, such kindness was a miracle.
"The priestess grandmother... is looking for you..."
She looked up at Lynn, stammering her words before running off like a startled little deer, to which Lynn merely smiled indifferently.
After leaving the stone chamber, with the morning mist yet to clear, Lynn walked along the streets of Morol City, where the demon warrior women who drank with him last night were already starting their morning exercises. This content belongs to noⅴelfire.net
They moved agilely, their abdominal muscles rippling with their breaths, even though they were wearing those slightly teasing lightweight leather armors, they still gave off an air of elegance and strength.
Noticing Lynn’s gaze, a peculiar smile appeared on all their faces almost simultaneously.
"What’s going on here?"
Lynn muttered to himself, the language barrier preventing him from asking, but his intuition told him it likely had to do with the matter Lida mentioned.
The next moment, he quickened his pace, heading towards the barely considered grand stone palace at the city’s center.
Rushed as he was yesterday, Lynn hadn’t had a good look at this ancient city. Now he realized that the stone palace was built relying on the Divine Tree, with its gnarled branches blocking the daylight, making the interior look dark.
Pushing open the stone door engraved with ancient runes, Lynn saw Lida standing before the altar, her amethyst-like eyes glowing faintly in the dimness, clearly waiting for him.
"Honored traveler," Lida bowed slightly, "Did you rest well last night?"
Though the stone-carved bed indeed felt hard, he had drunk so much the previous night, he could only be described as dead to the world.
However, the morning service was very attentive and considerate.
Lynn felt it deserved praise.
The massages were perfectly executed, strong where they should be strong, gentle where they should be gentle.