When Lynn brought up official matters, Ivyst instantly beca more serious.
Her deanor seed to revert to that of the formidable Imperial Princess, inspiring awe in those around her.
"Of course," Ivyst crossed her arms and looked down at Lynn from her elevated position, "Also, answer one question for the Imperial Princess."
"Did that woman of the future... did she beco the Empress of this country?"
Hearing this, Lynn hesitated for a mont.
Seeing his expression, Ivyst imdiately guessed the answer.
Unexpectedly, upon knowing that she did not erge victorious from the King’s election, the emotions that appeared in her eyes were not regret or anger, but rather relief.
"That’s good to know," said Ivyst, leaning slightly against the edge of the desk with a light laugh, "In that case, the King’s election holds even more value and challenge for ."
In other words,
If she achieved what the future Doomsday Witch had not, then between the two of them, who was the flawed one and who was the true treasure?
The future was changeable.
By that ti, it would not be Ivyst becoming more like her,
But the future Doomsday Witch, under her influence, becoming what she envisioned.
The roles were instantly reversed.
"Moreover... I have your assistance, don’t I?" Ivyst slowly extended the back of her hand, gesturing for a kiss, "Lynn Bartleion, you will do everything in your power to help the Imperial Princess win the King’s election, won’t you?"
How should I respond to this question… For so reason, Lynn always felt like he was being sent to his doom.
If he truly let her win in the end, would Miss Witch be pleased, or angry?
Lynn did not know these answers.
However, at that mont, looking into Ivyst’s confident and radiant eyes, he impulsively bowed his head and planted a kiss on her hand.
"Your wishes are my will."
"Very well."
For so reason, a blush crossed Ivyst’s face, and a strange look appeared in her eyes, but she quickly suppressed it.
"So, let us return to the Imperial Capital imdiately," she said as she walked to the desk and rang a bell, "Traveling by steam train will take about twelve days."
"That’s too slow."
Lynn shook his head instinctively.
He pulled out a letter from his pocket and looked at the date.
The last letter, which had arrived about two months ago, had been followed by complete silence from the Imperial Capital.
In fact, soon after he had beco Ivyst’s subordinate, he had asked the Princess to take care of his family in the Imperial Capital.
However, most of her subordinates were not very capable, and a majority had also been brought to Orn City.
Should anything happen, those she left in the Imperial Capital would be utterly helpless.
Lynn was supposed to have returned to the Imperial Capital directly, but was delayed due to dealing with a Sealed Object.
Of course, as described by Miss Witch, the flow of ti there was extrely chaotic; a re hour or two of subjective ti could equal a month in reality.
It could also happen that several years spent in the Pantheon would only amount to a few seconds in reality.
Nevertheless, Lynn had not yet experienced this.
Hearing his subconscious remark, Ivyst wasn’t angry but rely observed him thoughtfully: "There is a faster way."
"Please, Your Highness, tell !"
Lynn asked.
Hearing this, Ivyst nodded slightly: "We can take a steam train to Troy City, the domain of Duke Tierus. With a personal letter from him, we can use the Military Departnt’s Magic Transition Matrix."
"Due to the distant journey, it must be activated by a Sixth Rank Demigod personally, only then can we arrive instantly at Glostin."
"Including the travel ti to Troy City, it should take about three days."
Lynn looked at Ivyst in surprise.
This was just like handing him a pillow when he wanted to sleep!
Now that she had just regained her strength, wasn’t she perfectly suited to use the Jump Transition Matrix?
"What do I need to offer in return?"
Lynn bowed slightly.
Ivyst frowned, apparently displeased by his formality and distance, then shook her head: "Of course not."
"If there’s nothing to prepare, we can leave tonight."
"Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness! I’ll go pack my bags then!"
Saying this, Lynn left the study room excitedly.
"Go ahead."
Ivyst pursed her lips.
There was sothing she hadn’t clarified to Lynn.
Although she had regained her strength, activating the Jump Transition Matrix was still problematic.
After all, it was a large-scale long-distance teleportation matrix requiring a massive amount of resources to fill the nodes, and it even drained most of the extraordinary power of a Sixth Rank Demigod.
And since a Demigod was a strategic asset in any country, how could they afford to waste their strength on such trivial matters?
Thus, even the Military Departnt rarely used this kind of matrix.
With her current condition, although Ivyst could forcefully activate it, it was still sowhat reluctant.
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When the ti ca, under the watchful eyes of many, there were likely to be so aftermaths.
For instance... severe muscle weakness and the like.
And by then, would her beloved puppy remain indifferent or would he embrace her, declaring his sovereignty under the watchful eyes of those in the Imperial Capital?
She was eager to try.
Even if she lost, it did not matter.
Just as she had said to Lynn earlier.
She was already accustod to being a loser.
Watching the youth joyously leave, a hint of heat and morbidity slowly surfaced in Ivyst’s crimson eyes.
From the mont Lynn entered the room, she had been suppressing those emotions in her heart, trying to make herself appear normal so that he would lower his guard.
But how could a person’s true nature change so easily?
"You will always be mine..."
In the woman’s hurried breathing, it seed like affectionate murmurs slowly drifted away.
...
Imperial City of Glostin, Saint Laurent Military Departnt, Communications Division.
The vast office was a ss, with various docunts and balls of paper piled up on desks and the floor, almost leaving no space free.
At this mont, a middle-aged man with a cigarette in his mouth sat despondently in front of a typewriter, watching the antique rusted chanical keys bounce around under mysterious powers.
With each imprint of ink, pieces of military information from various locations were summarized on the typewriter’s paper.
This was a special Sealed Object, roughly equivalent to a fax machine of a previous era.
Apart from the man with the cigarette, several colleagues in military uniforms were also on shift in the office.
However, perhaps due to the monotonous work and the daily routine of clocking in and out, their passion had gradually diminished.
"Any new updates from the Southern Battlefield?"
"Pff, sa old things, little frictions ongoing, but no clue when it will escalate to full-scale war."
"In my opinion, besides the Demon Clan, those monsters from the sea are the real threats to the Empire. Look, just this morning, Gavin Port was attacked by Fifth Rank Transcendent Beings. All sailboats and warships sunk, and the entire town perished in the tsunami."
"Those Tutankhamun pups on the southwest aren’t any good either."
"Hearing you guys talk like this, I feel like we’re going to be drafted to the front lines tomorrow."
"Hard to say."
Several veterans in communication speculated about the national situation.
Suddenly, the Sealed Object typewriter jamd for a mont.
"It’s not broken, is it?"
The middle-aged man slapped it gently.
Monts later, the typewriter resud functioning.
However, the text that was transmitting stopped abruptly, replaced by an urgent ssage highlighted in red.
"At 3:15 AM Empire ti, Captain Xiya Asolan chased a Great Demon in the Demon Clan battlefield for three days, and with the assistance of two teammates, successfully hunted down the ’Lord of Dead Souls,’ a Fifth Rank Legend ranked thirty-eighth on the Empire’s most-wanted list!"
"This decapitation mission was completed successfully. Captain Xiya and his teammates will return to headquarters via Jump Transition Matrix in three days, to receive the Empire’s reward."
"Damn..."
The middle-aged man gasped sharply.
Seeing his reaction, his colleagues imdiately gathered around, curious.
Then, almost simultaneously, they uttered expressions of shock and awe.
"Isn’t this kid only in his twenties? Barely a Fourth Rank and he’s already hunting down a Fifth Rank Legend?"
"They say his bloodline traces back to an ancient era, apparently, the Marshal personally verified it."
"I heard, he’s favored by the gods, hence he has multiple faiths and a far greater number of Divine-given factors than average people."
"He just got promoted to Captain not long ago, right? Is he going to be made a Major now?"
"Who knows, but we sure can’t envy that."
The group chatted, their words filled with admiration for the rising star.
"Actually... if that guy had stayed around, maybe he wouldn’t be any worse than Xiya."
Suddenly, the middle-aged smoker blurted out.
The atmosphere instantly grew silent.
However, since that incident, the young man had been stripped of his power and expelled from the Imperial Capital, and his family had declined because of it.
This was no secret in the Military Departnt; even certain discord hidden behind it was sowhat known.
Unfortunately, due to an order from above, ordinary soldiers were strictly forbidden from discussing the topic.
Seeing the reticent expressions around him, the middle-aged man sighed.
Then, a second later, another urgent ssage marked in red was printed.
"The Third Imperial Princess, Ivyst Laurent Alexini, will return to the Imperial Capital via Jump Transition Matrix in three days, below is the list of personnel accompanying her..."
As the typewriter slowly jumped, nas, both familiar and unfamiliar, gradually appeared on the paper.
At one mont, the man in charge of watching the Sealed Object suddenly widened his eyes, the cigarette dropping from his mouth.
Is it him?
How could this be?!
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