Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience Chapter 791 - 7: Changed

Lanice, hearing Lynch point directly to the core of the issue, couldn’t help but furrow her brows. She did not imdiately respond but instead took a deep breath, looking intently at Lynch and countered:

"There are rumors outside that the Lord of Erald intends to intervene in the conflict at the Ancient Ruins... Is that true?"

Lynch didn’t evade and simply nodded: "Yes."

This definitive answer made Lanice’s body tremble, and she imdiately pursued further, her tone urgent and confused: "Why? Lynch... No, Lord Saphiro! You must be well aware that according to the rules set by the Supre Council, non-interference among the Witch Domains is the fundantal treaty! You, with the identity of the Lord of Erald, initiating intervention in the war is illegal in terms of law!"

Upon hearing this, Lynch’s lips curled into a sowhat mocking arc. He smiled slightly, his laughter devoid of warmth:

"Rules? Lanice, if I rember correctly, your Freemasonry Church, along with your lord Erodion, has already openly declared that you no longer revere the constraints of the Supre Council, claiming independence, pursuing what you call the ’only Truth’, haven’t you?"

"A force that has openly torn up agreents, now speaking to others about rules and treaties, isn’t it... too ironic?"

Lanice was montarily speechless, falling into a brief silence. Her slender fingers tightened slightly, then lifted her head attempting to argue, her voice carrying a hint of misinterpreted agitation:

"That’s because the Supre Council itself is unjust! They have always tried to favor those decaying Wizard Families, attempting to forcibly compel us to surrender the hard-earned freedom and Faith! We are left with no choice!"

"According to the established rules and ancient tradition, they are the nominal legitimate rulers of this land, aren’t they?" Lynch casually retorted, his tone calm yet hitting the mark. His gaze swept over the distant mountains, seemingly penetrating Space to see those desolate towns and yellow-faced, thin citizens, continuing:

"As for freedom... and the new order you bring. From what I’ve seen and heard during this period, the world on this land doesn’t seem to have gotten better under the rule of your Freemasonry Church."

Lanice’s brows furrowed even deeper; she could not rebut those obvious desolations and could only steer the issue toward a more personal level, her tone carrying an unnoticeable hint of sourness and inquiry:

"Lynch, you were initially ostracized and even forced by those Wizard Families to leave the Ancient Ruins, and as a result, you ended up on the Supre Arrest Warrant! You were clearly a victim too, so why... why now are you speaking on their behalf?"

She paused, her gaze locked tightly onto Lynch’s eyes, as if trying to pierce through all his disguises to hit the most probable core:

"Is it because... of Avery? Because she’s still at Starshine Castle, is that why you..."

Lynch’s brow furrowed imperceptibly and interrupted her speculation. He did not directly answer this overly private and sharp question but instead turned his gaze back towards the roaring waterfall. His tone beca distant and objective, as if stating a cold fact:

"Which side I stand on has never depended on past grievances or personal feelings. I always speak on the side that is most beneficial to and to the Jade Land."

Lanice’s body again uncontrollably trembled, as if stabbed by Lynch’s cold and realistic words.

Her eyes reflected a flicker of pain, and she murmured bitterly, "You’ve changed... The old you, although cautious, was soone who could challenge order and confront authority for friends and for what you believed in."

"When did you beco so... so calculating, so ’factional’?"

Lynch gave no rebuttal to her assessnt, his face showing no emotional fluctuations, rely responding calmly: "Perhaps. People change. But that’s not important."

His gaze regained sharpness and focus, "Right now I just want to know the answer."

Lanice took a deep breath, as if resolved, she gripped the Priest’s Staff tightly, its head beginning to gather a faint sacred radiance, her tone decisive: "If... I insist on not saying anything?"

Lynch furrowed his brows slightly, looking at her as if facing a formidable enemy, even ready to take action. A complex emotion passed through his eyes, but eventually turned into a barely audible sigh.

Anyway, with his current strength, going back to capture another High Priest for interrogation would be easy.

So he restrained the previous bureaucratic detachnt, his tone softening, even carrying a hint of friendly helplessness: "If you really don’t want to say, can I really put you in a difficult position? If you don’t want to talk, then go back. Let’s pretend we never t today."

Hearing his words, seeing him no longer pressing, the sharp, icy vigilance in Lanice’s eyes finally softened sowhat, and the fingers tightly clutching the Priest’s Staff slightly relaxed.

Lynch took the opportunity to completely restore the previous cordial attitude during their talk, revealing a sincere, nostalgic smile, and said: "Honestly, being able to unexpectedly see you here really makes very happy. It reminds of many happy tis in the past."

"Everyone participating in the apprentice assessnt together at the Shadow Tower, encouraging each other; at the Fairy Tavern, putting aside identity and troubles, drinking heartily, talking about anything without restraint, those tis now seem really wonderful..."

Lanice listened silently, without interruption, but her tense shoulders visibly relaxed.

Lynch continued to summarize in a gentle tone: "In any case, seeing you safe and sound here is truly a matter of imnse joy."

He paused, his tone carrying a subtle wistfulness, "I hope next ti we can et like this with ease, rather than on... an unavoidable battlefield."

With that, he turned again, intending to truly leave, his figure appearing sowhat hazy in the waterfall’s mist.

And it wasn’t until his footsteps were about to depart that Lanice finally seed to break through so inner chains, speaking up: "Fairness."

Lynch halted his steps, turned back, and inquired with a hint of confusion: "What?"

Lanice lifted her head, her gaze seeming to penetrate Lynch, looking towards so void and noble existence, her voice carrying a strange, almost chanting tone: "Father God wants to lead us to create an absolutely fair world."

Her eyes began to emit an unnatural light mixed with devotion and fanaticism, her tone becoming more determined: "In that world, there will be no more oppression, no more exploitation, no more unfairness based on Bloodline, wealth, or power! Everyone will gain absolute, complete fairness under the light of the ’only Truth’!"