At the sa ti, in the underground laboratory.
At this mont, everyone was gathered around Milani’s desk, their expressions varied.
Ivyst, sitting quietly in the wheelchair in the center, looked cold and detached.
"Princess..." Milani looked at the silent Imperial Princess, hesitated for a mont, then spoke up, "According to my examination, Lynn... he should not be lying."
Ivyst’s face was expressionless, "So you are saying, he rembers all of you, even Uncle Tierus, but he has forgotten about , his master?"
Outwardly calm, her fingernails were nevertheless digging deeply into the armrests of her wheelchair.
Even the temperature in the surroundings seed to have tangibly dropped.
"..."
Milani didn’t respond, simply biting her lower lip, glancing at Ivyst, and nodding slightly.
"Heh." Ivyst suddenly let out a soft laugh, though her bright red eyes held no trace of mirth, "How was I not aware that such coincidences exist in this world?"
She was suppressing so extre and pathological impulse, struggling to restrain herself.
Milani whispered, "From the search of his mories, there seems to be no tampering, and those mories are logically consistent..."
"Consistent?" It seed as if sothing occurred to Ivyst, her tone rising sharply, "If he lost his mories, then why would he jump off the train to co back and save ?!"
Her bosom heaved tumultuously as if she were greatly agitated.
Milani’s eyes flashed with hesitation, "He said... he ca back to save his good friend Glaya."
Fuck?!
This statent shockingly jolted Glaya, who had been enjoying the commotion from the sidelines.
Feeling the killing glare from the Princess as if she wanted to tear him to pieces, the unfortunate lad almost knelt down to beg for rcy.
Not bros!
What have I done to deserve this?!
If I’d known, I’d rather have died in the Soron Mountain Range!!
Sensing the astonished looks around him, Glaya was near tears.
Fortunately, those present understood Lynn’s character and took this as a joke, so they temporarily spared him.
Withdrawing her gaze, Ivyst still hadn’t regained her composure, "Conduct a re-examination of his mories, this ti, I want to inspect them personally."
"No, you can’t!"
Milani instinctively objected.
"Oh?" Ivyst narrowed her slender, shapely eyes, her gaze sharp, "You seem very concerned about him?"
Milani’s body shook involuntarily, her complexion turning pale, "No, it’s not like that... He is still a low-rank Transcendent, with a fragile spirit. He cannot withstand such examination multiple tis in a short period, or his soul will be damaged!"
But Ivyst was already sowhat carried away at this point.
An intense feeling of insecurity was overtaking her.
After all, weren’t the mories of the past the twisted and grotesque bond that held their relationship together?
The current Lynn, although essentially unchanged, had all traces related to her wiped away by so powerful and invisible force, causing Ivyst an unprecedented panic.
She was truly scared.
Scared that Lynn would disappear from her side without explanation, just like the last ti.
This was why she made the decision to keep him locked by her side 24 hours a day.
"Milani, you are my subordinate," Ivyst declared coldly, "Regarding my orders, your only concern should be whether you can carry them out, not whether you want to."
"Princess..."
Aphia, standing behind her, also intended to step forward and dissuade her, but was halted by a look from Ivyst.
"Do you all wish to defy ?!!!!"
For a mont, the entire laboratory fell into a cold silence.
After a long ti, Milani, who had been keeping her head down, finally said in a low voice, "If this is your command, I... I will do it."
"But before that... I would like you to look at sothing."
Saying so, with her eyes red, she pulled out the Imaging Magic Stone from her pocket that she had prepared beforehand and gently activated it.
As the image slowly erged, everyone suddenly saw the familiar figure of the young man.
However, he was twitching on a chair of Sealed Object, his expression fierce and in pain.
Moreover, he seed to be murmuring "Princess" and another sowhat unclear appellation.
"..."
Ivyst’s heart clenched suddenly, and she instinctively raised her hand, wanting to pull him into her embrace.
But then she realized that the images were from the past.
Then, Milani began to softly disclose to everyone present everything that had happened that day.
Including the ability that Lynn had asked her to conceal.
As Milani’s slow narration continued, Ivyst’s face gradually turned even paler.
She hid her trembling wrists under her sleeves, unwilling to let others see her vulnerable state.
Yet Milani’s words appeared to be unending.
"Princess," Milani’s voice was quiet, "when a person’s suffering exceeds their limit of endurance, the brain will produce a self-protection chanism."
"It will actively seal away a portion of the mories that cause pain and oppression to allow the body and mind to return to normal."
"This kind of case is quite common, you must have heard of it before."
Upon hearing this, Ivyst clenched her slender, snowy fingers, with blood dripping faintly from her palms.
"Are you saying..." She bit her silver teeth, her tone both cold and terrifying, "that all mories related to in his mind are painful and oppressive to him?"
Her bright red eyes stared fixedly at Milani, as if the re utterance of that answer would trigger sothing unpredictable.
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But for so reason.
Recalling the warmth of the boy’s embrace, Milani suddenly felt a surge of unprecedented courage.
"In my view... it’s as such," Milani pursed her lips, her voice trembling slightly, "Whether it’s your enforcing hypnosis on him against his will, or putting a collar on him and treating him like a dog..."
Feeling the murderous intent emanating from Ivyst, her legs nearly gave way beneath her.
"Very well, you all... very well."
In the end, Ivyst did nothing to Milani, only letting Aphia push her away, leaving the underground laboratory without uttering a word.
Watching everyone slowly depart, Milani subconsciously collapsed to the ground.
Experint 126, for you, I’ve just skirted the edge of death.
Next ti, you must repay properly!
...
"Leave at the door and go."
After returning to her room’s doorway, Ivyst said slowly.
"Princess..."
Aphia wanted to say sothing more.
"I don’t want to say it a second ti."
At this mont, Ivyst’s head was low, her snowy hair spilling over her slender shoulders, obscuring her expression.
Upon hearing this, Aphia, a bit worried, glanced into the room before slowly leaving the place.
Once she was alone, Ivyst finally pushed open the door and slowly wheeled herself back into the bedroom.
Looking at the naked boy with limbs shackled to the foot of the bed, her expression beca stunned, silently gazing at him.
Her thoughts were indiscernible.
After a while, she struggled to stand by the bed, shakily climbed onto it, and straddled the boy’s waist.
"Mmph!"
The boy seed to sense sothing was wrong, twisting his body trying to say sothing.
However, the purple cloth stuffed in his mouth prevented him from speaking, and he could only whimper unclearly.
A naless impulse, mixed with anxiety and unease, rose in Ivyst’s heart.
So parts of him are quite spirited.
But about forgetting his Master, that’s really not good.
Naughty dogs must be properly punished.
Ivyst slowly drew out a whip from her bosom and lightly slapped it in her hand, producing a "whoosh" sound in the air.
At one mont, she slowly raised the whip, biting her silver teeth, wanting to lash it fiercely across the young man’s chest, which bore faint bite marks.
Just one strike would tear his skin and flesh, making him feel pain that pierced to the heart.
Yet for so reason, Milani’s words from earlier started to float into Ivyst’s mind.
All his mories related to are painful and oppressive.
"Thud!"
The whip in her hand ultimately did not fall, gently dropping onto the bedsheet instead.
Suppressing the urge to cry welling up deep in her throat, Ivyst bit her lower lip and then lowered her body, pressing her face forcibly against the young man’s burning chest.
At the sa ti, a tear slowly traced down her cheek.
Why.
Why must it always be this way with ?
Did I... do sothing wrong?
A hint of bewildernt flickered in her heart.
But looking at the young man’s handso face, and the strong possessiveness deep within her, Ivyst’s obsessive and morbid thoughts once again took hold.
No.
I’m not wrong.
My little dog is rely sick, only requiring careful nurturing, and there will eventually be a day of recovery.
Yes.
It must be so.
In the darkness, the woman’s breathing grew more rapid.
Her illness deepened.
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