After speaking, Rhein lifted his head again and swept his gaze over the crowd: "So, personally, I am more inclined to think that Lynn teamed up with Hillena to go to the Helius Mausoleum to find a way to awaken Her Highness."
Upon hearing this, the crowd fell into a short silence, seemingly acknowledging that Rhein’s words held some truth.
Especially Eleanor, as Lynn’s younger sister, she trusted her brother immensely and believed he would never abandon everyone.
However, under these circumstances, she couldn’t say much until Rhein spoke, which made her flush slightly, feeling a bit excited.
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"My departure here is because I want to save Ivyst and reverse everyone’s future."
At the end of the letter, Lynn stated.
It appeared to be reassurance, along with words that seemed unsure whether they were a joke or a promise.
"Saving Ivyst and reversing everyone’s future."
The crowd chanted the words, appearing calm, but waves had already surged within their hearts.
They were Ivyst’s loyal followers and were clear on many things and information.
The difficulty of saving Ivyst alone was unimaginable, let alone reversing everyone’s future.
To them, it seemed akin to a fairy tale.
But at this moment, besides believing in Lynn, they could do nothing else.
The carriage jolted along the rugged mountain path, but fortunately, the leather seats within were very soft and comfortable, somewhat easing the feel of the bumps.
Additionally, a faint cedar aroma filled the air.
The main scent of this fragrance was woody, similar to the freshness of newly cut wood or pencil shavings; solid and stable, giving a sense of security and stability.
Moreover, it carried the faint scent of Hillena’s body.
This was alluring and full of temptation, at least Lynn found it comforting and aiding sleep.
At this moment, Hillena wasn’t in luxurious attire but in a lightweight adventure outfit, quietly sitting aside.
Meanwhile, she gazed at Lynn resting against the window on the other side of the carriage, unknowingly becoming a bit engrossed.
Lynn wore a deep gray adventure cape, with the hood pulled back, revealing a sharply defined jaw.
He seemed genuinely tired, as he hadn’t had a proper sleep since the Holy Tree’s Judgement.
Now, his eyes were tightly shut, not even frowning when the carriage jolted over the gravel road, breathing evenly, evidently sleeping quite soundly.
"He’s truly a carefree guy."
Hillena thought to herself.
However, she guessed that Lynn had undoubtedly been worrying over Ivyst’s matters these days because when she saw him today, his state gave her quite a shock.
It’d only been a few days, but Lynn seemed a lot more haggard and quite fatigued.
"But this guy is genuinely good-looking; even in this haggard state, his unique charm stands out, with a certain allure."
Hillena hadn’t expected to be captivated by Lynn’s appearance, and when she realized this, her face flushed slightly.
Simultaneously, her fingertips unconsciously brushed against the buckle of the sword at her waist; the cold metal couldn’t suppress the heat on her face.
Why would she be entranced by Lynn?
This man, always full of lies and acting mysteriously, was indeed the one she should be most wary of.
She murmured to herself, suddenly awake, feeling guilty for her disloyal behavior and realizing she had bailed on Xiya’s invitation for an evening banquet, unconsciously stroking the ring given by him.
This was the symbol of their love.
Tonight was supposed to be her moment to appear in all her splendor at the Duke of Crest’s banquet, yet she chose to embark on this mysterious man’s dangerous path instead.
Thinking about this, Hillena felt increasingly panicked, as though she had betrayed Xiya.
To conceal the sudden turmoil, she cleared her throat, trying to make her tone sound calm: "Why did you suddenly change your mind? As far as I know, Ivyst is still in a coma, and the situation sounds terrible, you are willing to leave her and go to the Helius Mausoleum with me?"
At her words, Lynn didn’t even open his eyes, just slightly adjusted his leaning position: "Just fulfilling a promise."
His voice was deep and weary, as if every word cost immense effort.
It wasn’t an act; he hadn’t slept for five days, trying to seize time to rest and adjust his state on the road these days.
After all, the Helius Mausoleum was sure to be a tough battle.
Even as a transmigrator, he couldn’t confidently guarantee a complete strategy of the Helius Mausoleum and leaving unscathed.
However, that reason was clearly false.
The only reason he came here was that "Prisoner of Destiny" had given a similar revelation while he was unconscious.
Flashes of scenes he saw in the Pantheon kept appearing before his eyes—broken stars, falling gods, and the blood left by the Doomsday Witch.
Was that a future already happening, or a mere foreboding of death?
What made him more uneasy was where the Bright Moon Goddess Tiya was supposed to appear alongside the Doomsday Witch after ten thousand years.