Lynn locked eyes with her for a moment, detecting a hint of defiance in her gaze.
He sighed, "Miss, are you curious why I have taken things this far?"
Caught off guard by the sudden change in topic, Milani blinked in surprise.
After all, he had arrived at the manor less than a month ago, without any life-and-death bonds with those around him.
And when it came to the Imperial Princess, it was even more outrageous.
Not only had she forcibly confined him by her side, but she had even used spiritual hypnosis on him.
Could anyone really harbor no resentment?
Thinking back to when he had asked her to make the Water Ghost Poison Essence, perhaps he had already felt certain urges then.
So Milani was even more puzzled.
If that was the case, then the right choice would have been to return to the Imperial Capital with Kasha and the others.
But why jump out of the moving carriage?
Feeling Milani’s gaze, Lynn slowly lowered his head, his right fist trembling as he grasped it tightly, "Because this is related to my life’s creed."
"If a person doesn’t show off, what’s the difference between him and a dead man?"
She had expected to hear some grandiose and profound answer from Lynn, but who could have imagined it would be for such a reason?
Milani’s eyes widened instantly, and tears swirled in her eyes, yet her face held an expression that said, "Are you joking?" making her look incredibly cute.
"What else?" Lynn smiled, "What did you think my reason for jumping out of the carriage was?"
"To pull off an impressive act, one needs a beginning, development, turn, and conclusion, as well as an appreciative audience—all of these are essential."
"You, Aphia, Duke Tierus, and even the Imperial Princess, are what I consider to be the perfect audience."
"I don’t want to see tears on your face anymore, I want to see the joy of a hopeless situation turning around in Aphia’s eyes, and I want Glaya to kneel down and call out to me, ’My lord father is awesome,’ and I want to leave Duke Tierus dumbfounded, giving me a thumbs-up."
"But what I most want to see is the expression on the Imperial Princess’s face, showing, ’Ah, I am finally saved.’"
"After all, she always looks so self-pitying, as if no one in the world would come to save her… so I decided to be the first."
"It would be even better if she could cry for me."
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Of course, if he could also see the usually cold and disillusioned Miss Witch’s eyes fill with astonishment and confusion, he would be ecstatic.
With that thought in mind, Lynn picked up his helmet again.
Milani just stared at him, seemingly trying to comprehend the meaning and weight of his words.
After a long silence, she slowly lowered her head.
"...1000 points," Milani said softly, "if one wants to cause harm to a demon that was once endowed with a Divine Position… at least 1000 points are needed."
Lynn took a deep breath.
Heavy lies the crown on the head that wears it!
Watching as Lynn put on his helmet again, Milani couldn’t help but sense the agony and ferocity on his face, and suddenly, an impulse overtook her.
Subconsciously, she pulled out an Imaging Magic Stone from her pocket, wanting to capture the youth’s pathetic state from beginning to end.
She shouldn’t be the only one to remember this sight.
Everyone should see what the young man had sacrificed to save them.
Including... the Imperial Princess.
With a snap of his fingers, the infinite thorns and wailing shadows that entangled the young man’s body instantly transformed into boundless waves of energy that swept through the entire spiritual world.
At this sight, Kushustan sneered, "An ant-like existence thinks it can... "
Before he could finish, a wave of crimson pain energy penetrated their spiritual defenses and reached their core consciousness.
Kushustan’s expression changed drastically.
His originally savage and fierce face suddenly showed an unbearable pain, his massive claws pressed hard against his skull, and his mountainous body crashed to the ground!
The Creation Demon had forewarned itself.
But even so, within Lynn’s spiritual world, it had nowhere to escape!
Accompanied by a second cry of agony, the Creation Demon’s body, formed from black mire, instantly dissolved, quivering and dispersing like a melting slime.
"What... what have you done?!!!"
The pained and pitiful voice of the Creation Demon echoed in his mind.
Hearing this, Lynn shrugged, "Nothing much, just returned all the pain I’ve ever suffered, back to you in double."
"By the way, Kushustan, I wasn’t lying to you just now," Lynn said as he watched the huge demon’s shadow struggle and writhe on the ground, chuckling, "The damage you caused to my body just now didn’t really hurt. It felt like a playful gesture."
This statement seemed to carry a significant insult, infuriating Kushustan to the point of nearly shattering his teeth in rage.
Meanwhile, his consciousness began to fade, and his once imposing presence receded like the tide.
The divine descent was over.
Feeling his power dwindle, Kushustan pounded the ground in furious and desperate roars.
He... he had never faced such humiliation at the hands of a human before!
At the same time, he began to regret.
Had he not hastily chosen to descend, would all that followed have been avoided?