Chapter 394: Chapter 238: Four Women, One Good Play
The familiar scent of roses lingered at the tip of Lynn’s nose, sending the demon-transformed brain into a brief system crash.
Because he knew all too well, it was the scent of the Princess.
It had only been a few days since they last met, yet it gave him the feeling of a lifetime apart.
Why…would the Princess appear here?
As this question surfaced in his mind, at the same time, the pressure of the woman’s soft and ample bosom was pressed firmly against the back of his head.
“I’m here to rescue you.”
Ivyst’s voice sounded somewhat lazy, tinged with a hint of sexiness and hoarseness.
Her warm breath, fragrant and musky, gently stroked Lynn’s cheek, causing his heart, which had been quiet for a long time, to beat faster uncontrollably.
Her answer was completely beyond Lynn’s expectations.
He remembered how, the last time they parted, his heartless actions had deeply wounded the Princess’s heart, and he even faintly saw tears welling up at the corners of her eyes.
That scene was deeply etched in Lynn’s heart, unforgettable to this very moment.
If he remembered correctly, that was probably the third time he’d seen her cry.
Originally in the story, she wasn’t ; even with a tragic end, she never showed anyone her vulnerable side.
Lynn was acutely aware of just how shameful his actions were, having betrayed the trust of both the Princess and Miss Witch at once.
And he had braced himself for the prospect of being abandoned by them.
Even when Miss Witch did not respond to his pleas, and even when he was deeply hurt both physically and mentally, Ivyst still came to his side in a situation where no hope could be seen.
After all, from the very beginning, Lynn had prepared himself to fight alone.
In essence, he was someone with an iron will, an extremely proud character.
Even against divine beings of incredible power, Lynn never felt defeat; he bore everything silently, masking his inner turmoil with a smile and rebellious behavior.
His pride would never allow his softer side to show to anyone.
No matter how close they were, it was impossible.
And everyone around Lynn, including Glaya and others under his care, subconsciously saw him as a god-like figure in their hearts.
He and the people around him had comfortably continued with this dysfunctional relationship until now.
But everyone overlooked one thing.
Even Lynn, when struck by an enemy’s attack, could still feel pain.
The reason he remained unfazed wasn’t that it caused him no harm mentally or spiritually.
It was simply because he had become accustomed to enduring it.
But becoming accustomed to pain did not mean Lynn truly felt no suffering.
In fact, under the Thorny Crown’s conditions, his perception of pain was even more acute than that of ordinary people.
After saying all this, there’s really only one thing to express.
Perhaps in the future, Lynn might become an existence that surpasses all, possessing the supreme power to reverse time and control causality.
But that is not the case right now.
No matter what, the current Lynn Bartleion was still only a human made of flesh and blood.
The only difference perhaps was that within that shell hid a soul more alive than anyone else’s.
And deep within that soul, perhaps there lay a heaviness and pain that no one could discern.
No one knew what should be done to face Ivyst, a fallen Bright Moon Goddess of terrible and immense power, and completely alter Tiya’s destiny.
Only Lynn himself knew.
Of course, he was also the only one who knew the terrible price that must be paid after falling into the Bright Moon Divine Kingdom with Beatrice to reach the “mutually destructive” situation he spoke of.
It should have been so before this.
Lynn had long been prepared to endure everything.
But he overlooked one thing.
From the day he crossed over, because of his “impurity,” everything that should have followed the plot of the book, including the fate of all people and events, was turned upside-down.
And because of this, Ivyst appeared behind him.
At this very moment, in front was Atelis, who had been transformed into an Evil God and was being dragged into the Divine Kingdom Gate by chains, and behind was the tender affection that could drown him.
Master and servant fell into silence simultaneously.
Gazing at the hellish scene in front, Lynn whispered, “I’m sorry.”
His apology, without any apparent reason, made Ivyst reveal a faint smile; then she lowered her head and gently kissed his jet-black hair from above.
It was a regret for the heartless departure a few days ago, as well as an apology for the desperate situation at hand.
Although Lynn had never asked Ivyst to come help him, he knew all along that the Princess’s character had always been so unreasonable, something that could never change in this lifetime.
And reason told him there was no way for Ivyst to leave this place unharmed.
Staring at the young man’s tightly clenched fists, Ivyst knew he was worried about her; her heart fluttered, and a faint blush appeared on her fair face, as her legs involuntarily squeezed together without regard to the circumstances.
Right now, she dearly wished to punish her adorable “pup” right on the spot, but the oppressive presence of the Evil God nearby and the taint in the air snapped her back to reality.