Ti reversed to ten minutes ago.
Inside the Pantheon.
Upon hearing Miss Witch’s explanation, Lynn was about to ask sothing more when he suddenly felt a slight repelling force field around him.
"Due to the shattering of the Order Chains, the Pantheon has produced a certain pre-warning response," Miss Witch calmly explained. "It’s also ti for you to leave."
"But before you go, repeat the task I just assigned to you."
Wrapped in a blanket, Lynn reluctantly hung his head: "After returning to the Imperial Capital, connect with Hillena and the others as quickly as possible, by all ans obtain their trust, and then use the Fallen Hour to mark them."
Seeing his dejected appearance, a surge of impulse rose in Miss Witch’s heart.
Like a holess puppy, listlessly crouching in front of her
She sowhat wanted to reach out and pet his head... Although such a thought flashed through her mind, Miss Witch’s expression remained very calm.
Only inadvertently did she clench her slender fingers.
"You seem a bit unwilling?" she looked down at Lynn. "I rember, Hillena was once known as the most beautiful woman in the entire Empire."
"Even if we don’t ntion Hillena, including the Holy Maiden of the Silent Church, each person is one in ten thousand beauties, and you should be happy to make them your servants."
Her voice was very calm, as if ntioning sothing of no consequence.
I know this one, it’s a question of life and death.
Looking at Miss Witch casually tilting her head and the snowy white long hair draping over her shoulder, Lynn did not hesitate.
"To , there are only three kinds of won in this world."
"Oh? Which three kinds?" Miss Witch asked flatly.
"The most beautiful you, my mother, and every other woman." Lynn’s expression was serious.
But such words depended on who you were speaking to.
If Ivyst were the one asking him this question, Lynn would not even dare to include "my mother" in his answer.
Upon hearing Lynn’s words, Miss Witch showed no delight, but instead asked in a cold voice, "The most beautiful ?"
"What you’re saying, which ’’ are you referring to?"
I’m not sure if it’s an illusion.
I always feel that Miss Witch is sowhat strange today.
Though she still seed detached and weary of the world, she appeared to be much more talkative than usual.
And intentionally or not, she kept distinguishing herself from her past self.
Lynn thought silently.
But he knew the answer to this question.
If he were so dumbass ani protagonist from another dinsion here, he would surely say you are all my wings.
However, that would be the dumbest answer.
For one simple reason.
The Princess isn’t here, so why not fervently flatter Miss Witch? To not do so would be idiotic.
Lynn didn’t hesitate and imdiately gave a thumbs-up: "Of course, it’s you, Miss Witch!"
"Slick talker."
Upon hearing his answer, Miss Witch scoffed.
But it seed to have put her in a good mood.
"Co here," Miss Witch gently lifted her snow-white wrist, signaling Lynn to co forward, "I will seal your mory."
"To reduce the feeling of discontinuity, I will make so minor adjustnts to your mory... but don’t worry, this won’t affect your personality, and after two months, the lost mories will return to your mind."
Lynn obediently walked over.
Feeling Miss Witch’s cool, soft hand gently cover his forehead, he felt his whole being was healed.
But the next second, Lynn suddenly realized a problem.
His imnse trust in Miss Witch had made him forget sothing.
The system and the existence of his forr life!
Moreover, she probably didn’t know that the hypnosis from those years was fake.
Lynn instinctively wanted to pull away from Miss Witch’s palm.
Then, suddenly, a system notification chid in his ear.
[Detecting an invasion of the host’s mory, planning a solution for you...]
[Planning successful!]
Accompanied by an invisible force fluctuation, Lynn suddenly felt the mories he did not wish Miss Witch to read were instantly hidden beneath an invisible shield.
He stared blankly at Miss Witch, who was silent in front of him, trying to detect any anomaly on her face.
He then realized she inadvertently furrowed her brow.
Could it be that the system’s stealthy adjustnt was noticed?
Lynn’s heart tensed slightly.
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Luckily, in the next second, Miss Witch spoke softly, "Don’t keep staring at ."
Okay.
I was overthinking it.
Lynn relaxed instantly and honestly shifted his gaze away.
But then, he felt a slight confusion.
The system’s priority was even higher than Miss Witch’s?
She was supposed to be a top-tier existence in this world.
Yet, she had not detected the system’s presence.
With such confusion, Lynn suddenly felt himself sinking into a deep sleep.
Suddenly, everything went dark.
Accompanied by a slight sting in his brain, he suddenly felt as if sothing in his mory was missing, yet also as if sothing had been added.
...
My na is Lynn, I’m 17 years old, and I am the heir to the Bartleion family.
After being exiled from the Imperial Capital to Orn City, my heart was filled with hatred, longing to take revenge on those who had slandered .
However, stripped of my Divine-given factor, I beca incredibly weak.
No one would help ; everyone was kicking the Bartleion family while it was down.
So, for the sake of revenge, to regain strength, I reluctantly turned my gaze to evil and forbidden thods.
I prayed to an unknown entity, begging it to grant the power to take my revenge.
Even if it cost my soul, I would spare no expense.
Then, I... succeeded.
In the Pantheon, I saw the most beautiful woman I’ve ever co across in two lifetis.
The End Witch, Ivyst.
I said, "Great entity, please take my soul, let beco your follower, and grant the power to take revenge!"
She said, "Follower? I don’t need such a thing. What I lack is a little dog to relieve my boredom and amuse ."
And so, I beca Miss Witch’s dog.
With her help, my strength soared, and through completing the trials she set, I acquainted myself with nurous people and powers, including Augusta Manor and the Tierus family.
Eventually, I even successfully quelled the rampage of a Level 0 Sealed Object, pleasing Miss Witch like never before.
Unfortunately, during that disaster, as I was possessed by two Great Demons at the sa ti, my mory seed to get a bit jumbled, as if I had forgotten sothing.
But since Miss Witch said it was unimportant, I couldn’t be bothered to investigate.
Then, today, she assigned two new trials.
One is to use the Fallen Hour to take revenge on the original male and female protagonists.
The other is to return to reality, to find her from ten thousand years ago, and stop her from developing the extre idea of revenge on the entire Empire, to change the future’s tragedy.
Speaking of which, the Miss Witch of ten thousand years ago should still be the Third Imperial Princess of the Saint Laurent Empire, right?
What kind of person was she, really?
...
The real world.
Feeling a blunt pain from falling from a great height, Lynn stood up while clutching his buttocks.
At this mont, all he had covering his body was a single blanket, making him look like a perverted streaker.
Had he known, he would have asked Miss Witch for an extra set of clothes before leaving.
Lynn wrapped the blanket tightly around himself and sneakily glanced around.
And wouldn’t you know it?
Sleepyheads are delivered pillows just when they need them.
"Lynn, Young Master Lynn?!" Suddenly, a voice ca from behind him, "Are you... Young Master Lynn?!"
"Thank God! You, you’re not dead!!!"
The voice trembled faintly, as if mixed with intense joy.
Lynn instinctively looked back.
He discovered that the man was one of the trusted aides who had once cried after being beaten by him at Augusta Manor.
At this very mont, that trusted aide, along with three rough-looking rcenaries holding a lantern-like Sealed Object, seed to be searching for any sign of the living.
It appeared that after completing the Ascension Trial that stopped the Wish Jar rampage, the people of Augusta Manor never gave up looking for him.
Lynn breathed a sigh of relief.
He had been worried about how to get back to the city.
Looking at the aide’s excited deanor, Lynn smiled and said, "Yes, it’s..."
Before he could finish speaking, sothing unexpected happened.
"Phut—"
Along with the sound of flesh being pierced, Lynn’s eyes narrowed slightly.
Much to his astonishnt, one of the burly rcenaries suddenly drew a blade and stabbed the trusted aide from behind.
The aide had a look of utter bewildernt in his eyes as he looked down at the sword protruding through his chest, spitting blood.
Clearly, he had no idea what had just transpired.
At the request of Young Master Glaya, the manor had put all of its limited trusted aides into searching for Lynn.
Furthermore, they had spent a considerable sum hiring a group of rcenaries to supplent their ranks, searching together in the surrounding mountains.
But just when they finally located Lynn, he was inexplicably killed.
What, exactly... had happened?
Watching the trusted aide collapse to the ground, the body sliding off the blade, the burly rcenary shook the fresh blood from the tip of his sword.
"Good," he said, stepping forward with the other two rcenaries toward Lynn, "We’ve finally found you, Lynn Bartleion."
The leading burly rcenary was a Second Rank Transcendent, just starting out in rank.
The other two, silent rcenaries were both First Rank.
It was just that their faith and Extraordinary Abilities were unknown at the mont.
It seed these n were planted by so sinister puppeteers in the search party, their only goal to confirm whether he truly died in that incident.
If not... what happened just now was their response.
Feeling the cold intent to kill in the n’s eyes, Lynn looked at them calmly, "Who sent you?"
At this mont, the aura he exuded was rely that of an ordinary person.
The burly rcenary pressed his blade slowly against Lynn’s neck, then revealed a ferocious smile.
"The Mosgla family, along with the Heavenly Principle Church... they told to send their regards."
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