Time turned back to five minutes ago.
Looking at the countless people gathered outside Augusta Manor, Lynn let out a sigh of relief.
Generally speaking, everything about the situation was proceeding according to his plan, including the scene before him.
Under normal circumstances, earning six hundred rating points in ten days would be extremely difficult.
For instance, finding an opportunity in the Imperial Capital to earn three thousand points a month was nearly impossible.
However, this was Orn City, which had just experienced a disaster that swept across the entire city.
Although, to everyone, Orn City seemed as hopeless as Gotham in a past life, in Lynn’s eyes, it was a sign that rejuvenation was needed.
The old order was outdated and decayed, and since this was the case, it was due to be overthrown.
Initially, he hadn’t thought so far ahead; he was merely struggling with how to complete Miss Witch’s trial.
To help the Third Imperial Princess, who inexplicably fell into emotional distress, emerge from her gloom, the only way he could think of was to provoke the deep desires within her heart.
Meaning, to display the person or thing she most wanted to see right before her eyes.
Having read the original story, Lynn was very aware that Ivyst was incredibly obsessed with power and the throne.
To win the King’s election, she went to all lengths, even risking her own life.
Thus, all he needed to do was to let this lady, who had never won before, genuinely experience the firsthand feeling of being an "Emperor."
To feel the expectations of the populace, the supreme respect embedded within those expectations, and the heavy responsibility.
This was also to help her recall her original purpose.
Now, tens of thousands of people crowded the streets around Augusta Manor, blocking the estate thoroughly.
People were calling her name as if they were worshiping a deity.
Even Lynn, who had orchestrated this phenomenon, felt deeply moved at this moment.
Just then, he suddenly heard a light knock on the carriage door from outside.
Lynn gestured to the servant to open the door.
Subsequently, he saw a slightly pale and skinny little figure, holding a large basket of flowers, standing at the door.
"Big brother, would you... like to buy some flowers?"
the little girl seemed to have not eaten well for a long time, as she stood outside the carriage, wobbling while trying to tiptoe and cautiously displaying the basket of flowers to Lynn.
The flowers inside were simple wildflowers and didn’t look very appealing.
However, Lynn, with his sharp eyes, suddenly noticed a crumpled red rose quietly lying at the bottom of the basket.
For some reason, a strange urge suddenly arose in his heart.
"How much for the bouquet?"
He parted the flowers and picked up the rose from the bottom of the basket.
Seeing this, the little girl’s eyes dimmed slightly: "Big brother, this flower is about to wilt, Mom said... mom said that you cannot sell a wilting flower for money."
"If you want it, big brother, just take it."
Lynn was stunned for a few seconds, then he asked again, "Where is your mom?"
The little girl’s expression grew even gloomier, slowly bowing her head.
Although she didn’t answer, her reaction said it all.
"Do you have any other family members at home?"
"There’s... there’s a younger brother as well..."
Hearing this, Lynn suddenly found himself at a loss for words.
After a moment, he turned to the servant beside him and whispered, "Bring the siblings here to live, I heard that the manor is short-staffed recently, arranging her to plant flowers would also be nice."
After the servant left with the flower-selling little girl, Lynn casually placed the rose into the inner pocket of his jacket.
Looking around at the emaciated disaster victims, he fell silent, unsure of what he was thinking.
After a while, Lynn finally spoke, signaling softly to the coachman, "Notify those ahead to make way."
"It’s about time we went back."
"Your, Your Highness?!"
Looking at the figure that had haunted everyone’s dreams for over a month, Aphia’s eyes turned red in an instant, her voice trembling as she spoke to Ivyst in the wheelchair.
But at this moment, Ivyst had no mood to pay attention to anyone else’s feelings.
Her lips trembled slightly, and her breathing rhythm seemed chaotic, sometimes rapid, sometimes stopping.
Ivyst muttered a word unclearly from her mouth, but couldn’t say it no matter how hard she tried.
Those initially dull and despair-filled red eyes now sparked with unprecedented vitality and brightness.
She didn’t have time to think about other things, like why Lynn hadn’t died or why he had returned only now.
Ivyst’s fervent heart was submerged in numerous chaotic and morbid thoughts.
Never to part again...
She was like a patient in a mental breakdown, her breathing rapid and scorching as she subconsciously tried to stand up.
However, since absorbing some of the level 0 Sealed Object properties, Ivyst’s body had developed some strange symptoms.
Such as intermittent muscle weakness.
At this moment, even standing was a struggle for her.
Tears streaming down her face, Aphia rushed forward, "Princess, I, I will take you to him right now!"
With that, she prepared to push Ivyst’s wheelchair away from the reception room.
Not just her, Glaya and Morris also rushed out the door, eager to give this miracle worker a tight hug.
However, for a madwoman like Ivyst, the days without the boy by her side were unbearable even for a moment.
And what about the wait of three more flights of stairs?
Ivyst murmured to herself.
The instant before Aphia pushed her away from the window, she made a surprising move.
Under the horrified gaze of everyone, Ivyst, seemingly disregarding her own safety, mustered all her strength to stand and threw herself out the window!
She seemed completely insane, her graceful body wrapped in a white dress, losing the support of the wheelchair and plummeting straight down from the third floor!
Her snow-white hair fluttered softly in the breeze.
In her bright red eyes was an intensity and madness that couldn’t be erased.
The woman, originally cold and stunningly beautiful, now spread her arms, as if to transform into a flame, to completely melt the other.
My dearest little dog, let your master hold you tightly!
The instant the white-haired woman leapt from the third floor, Lynn’s pupils slowly widened.
Looking at the face extremely similar yet somewhat different from Miss Witch, his heartbeat, for some reason, suddenly skipped a beat.
If Miss Witch was a goddess as cold as ice, then the woman before him was a fire, passionate and intense, likely to burn not only herself but also others.
Yet the fleeting brilliance in those captivating red eyes was so mesmerizing, like a moth drawn to a flame, irresistibly wanting to burn out together with her.
Had this woman gone mad?
Jumping from the third floor, wasn’t she afraid of getting hurt?!
Normally, Lynn would have thought this and stepped back, avoiding being splattered with blood.
But at this moment, an inexplicable impulse surged in his chest.
Feeling the intensity and madness emanating from the woman’s captivating red eyes, his steps moved forward unconsciously.
The next second, accompanied by a slight impact feeling on his arms, Lynn’s embrace filled with a soft, enchanting body.
The familiar yet strange scent of roses hit him, causing a moment of dizziness.
For some reason, a voice suddenly emerged in Lynn’s mind.