I’ve never been one who likes to make decisions, but I am certainly a strong actor.
Once I’ve made a decision, it means I’ve thought through all its points.
No one can force me to make a decision against my will.
Therefore, any decision I make must align with my true self and be clear-minded.
With this in mind, why hesitate?
Thinking this, he slowly pulled a piece of wire from his sleeve.
It’s amusing to think about it, at their first meeting, shackled, it was rather unpleasant.
Because of that experience, Lynn made sure to hide a piece of wire in his sleeve every day when going out, to prevent being shackled again.
Unexpectedly, the wire came in handy at such a time.
Controlling his severely weakened body, Lynn’s hands trembled as he gently bent the wire into a crude ring shape.
Then, in this quiet room with no witness, according to the rituals from his past life on the Blue Star, Lynn gently placed this wire ring on Ivyst’s ring finger.
This symbolized a promise from Lynn to Ivyst.
After doing all this, with a complex expression on his face, Lynn gently caressed Ivyst’s pale cheek.
The next moment, those tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed.
Moreover, as if sensing the cold touch on her ring finger, her rosy lips curved into a slight radiant smile.
"I won’t let you sleep for too long."
The young man saw this and smiled, softly promising.
Afterward, he supported his weak body and slowly got down from the bed.
In the process, his gaze gradually became cold and determined.
Apart from romantic matters, Lynn had more important things to do.
Currently, the army was pressing in, the Forbidden Army from the court had surrounded the manor completely, and there were large-caliber magic cannons aimed at the manor.
Such a posture was only to take him down, and Lynn knew exactly why the enemy was doing this.
As the main suspect in the limb connector incident that killed Fourth Prince Joshua, Lynn had suffered the enmity of the entire city—though he wasn’t the real culprit, many were willing to conceal the truth about the demon’s descent just to completely eliminate the power of Third Imperial Princess Ivyst.
"He who ties the bell must untie it."
Since everyone now wanted to catch him, he might as well grant their wish!
With this thought, Lynn supported his sickly body, patiently tucked Ivyst in, and then slowly walked out of the room.
The Bartleion Manor, after continuous attacks from the Forbidden Army and noble forces, already seemed somewhat dilapidated.
As for the servants originally in the manor, they were either dismissed or had long since fled for their lives.
In any case, the mansion that once had a bit of human warmth now felt extremely desolate, with a faint hint of a pungent bloody smell.
Lynn walked expressionlessly through the corridor.
The small starlight mingled with bright moonlight outside the window fell on his shoulders.
Upon lifting his eyes again, Lynn had already reached the main gate of the manor.
At this moment, the stern army stretching to the end of the street, upon seeing the rumored "limb connector" appear so openly before them, undoubtedly showed some disturbance.
The leading Forbidden Army commander had his pupils dilated, pulled at the reins, trying to control his restless warhorse.
At this moment, even walking was a struggle for the young man in front of them, each step seemed as if a mere gust of wind could topple him.
No one expected that the mastermind of the event would come alone in such a manner to this place.
The magic cannons on standby also seemed affected by this somber atmosphere, quietly ceased operation.
Though this man seemed frail, all the Forbidden Army, for some reason, chose to remain silent in the face of Lynn’s emaciated figure.
A series of wary eyes, as if facing a formidable enemy, were cast from beneath the soldiers’ helmets, and some with unsteady mental states instinctively stepped back half a step after meeting his piercing gaze.
Seeing this, Lynn lightly shook his head, a contemptuous smile on his face:
"A bunch of useless people."
As the golden light of the Holy Spirit Tree gradually faded, Hillena also awakened from that special state, her pretty face wore a complex expression.
On the ground, Xiya lay there in a somewhat awkward position, unconscious.
Seeing this, Hillena did not hesitate and immediately called for her attendant maid.
"Do you need to arrange for Master Xiya in your manor?"
"Yes." Hillena stared blankly at the handsome blond boy, "Also remember to get me the best healer, make sure he has no sequelae."
A moment later, Xiya was lifted onto a stretcher and sent out of Elloch Palace.
After making sure Xiya was settled, Hillena returned to her manor without pause.
As for the strange event of the Holy Spirit Tree tonight and the subsequent turmoil about the Savior Brave, they were temporarily set aside by the agitated Hillena.
After returning to her room, she quickly bathed and cleaned herself, then Hillena wrapped herself in a towel, with her delicate jade feet bare, lay on the soft bed.
She stared at the blood-red ring on her ring finger, subconsciously recalling that fantastical proposal scene, like a hero proposing to a princess.