Ivyst nibbled on her lower lip resentfully, no longer able to contain the chaotic and morbid emotions in her heart.
Or rather, it had become uncontrollable the moment she first laid eyes on him.
She leaned down forcefully and bit into Lynn's shoulder, followed by his Adam's apple, chin, chest, arm, thigh...
Ivyst's actions were sometimes rough, sometimes gentle, as though through this she sought to brand every inch of him with her signature mark.
Sharp pain, mixed with the warm, moist, and gentle sensation, spread from all over his body, leaving Lynn mentally disordered.
This woman was absolutely insane!!!
Even after boarding the carriage leaving Augusta Manor, Felit still sat inside, his gaze somewhat distantly fixed on the scenery outside the window.
He was immersed in the answer Duke Tierus had given, and remained silent for a long time.
Felit was shocked by Lynn's tactics like never before.
This kind of outlandish approach was something he had never seen before, different from the conventional and decaying nobles, filled with creativity.
Although the two shared the same ultimate goal, the outcomes were like heaven and earth.
For the lower-class refugees, food was already too expensive to afford; thus, the so-called price turned into mere numbers.
The reason for raising the prices was to send a message to the outside world.
Orn City had vast fortunes to be made from the disaster; the Tierus family had already made a killing!
With the title of the Duke as a guarantee, plus profits several times the usual, this stirred up greed in the hearts of nobles and merchants.
Though the main traffic routes near Orn City were destroyed in the disaster, making it difficult for food to be transported, that was only true for others.
In the eyes of those greedy merchants, for ten times the profit, they would even sell the rope used to hang themselves!
What's a minor inconvenience in transportation?
Therefore, upon hearing the news, local nobles in Orn City began to actively communicate with various merchant associations outside and other city nobles, hoping to become their spokespeople and profit together.
So, within a matter of days, carriages loaded with grain and various necessities crossed over the mountainous barriers and poured into Orn City continuously.
They thought they could make a killing just like the Tierus family.
In the end, however, it turned out to be nothing but a young man's deception.
What would happen if the anger in the hearts of the two hundred thousand refugees were ignited?
Reflecting on the journey so far, the once glorious noble mansions were now scorched earth, ruins everywhere, and Felit's mouth actually curled up in a slight smile.
He muttered to himself.
Showing none of the previous desire to honor talent.
This was a very real problem.
For Felit, if he couldn't win Lynn over and didn't want to have a powerful enemy in the future, then he has to strangle him while he was still weak.
"But, not now," Felit thought and shook his head, "At least, I'll have to let you have a fight with Hillena and the others first."
"So, Lynn Bartleion, hurry to the Imperial Capital."
"That's where your true stage lies."
Meanwhile, at this very moment, Lynn Bartleion, upon whom many hopes were pinned, was held in big sister's arms in a humiliating posture.
Like a baby waiting to be fed.
Daylight shone brightly outside the window, a whole night having passed since yesterday's events.
Feeling the soft, fragrant embrace of Ivyst, Lynn sighed softly.
Pangs of pain where his skin has been bitten by teeth lingered all over his body, some places only marked lightly, while others bled from the bite.
And the instigator of it all, Ivyst, was presently asleep.
Lynn had been at Ivyst's mercy since he was mysteriously hypnotized yesterday.
She seemed mad, intent on carving marks all over him that belonged solely to her, which made Lynn feel barely able to stand upright.
Even now, he still didn't understand.
He had no idea what exactly had happened between him and this woman before he lost his memory.
However, he had a guess about that hypnosis.
Before his memory loss, he probably managed to maintain his consciousness during hypnosis through the power of the Lie Swallowing.
Yet, it seemed Ivyst herself was unaware of this.
After a moment of silence, Lynn turned his gaze toward Ivyst's sleeping face.
It was only at times like these that he could sense a hint of tranquility from her.
Last night as they embraced in sleep, Lynn could feel that she seemed to lack a sense of security, awakening several times from her dreams, instinctively throwing herself onto him, clutching his wrist tightly, as if she feared he would disappear again.
Lynn sighed almost imperceptibly.
The emotions Ivyst harbored were too twisted, too heavy, making him feel somewhat uneasy.
To think that Miss Witch's past was really —it was somewhat disillusioning.
Lynn thought indifferently as he pulled up his pants, apparently forgetting the scene from last night where Yun Chang stealthily flaunted his power.
Just then, he felt the urge to urinate.
He instinctively tried to get up to go to the washroom, but the chain around his neck clinked.
The next second, Ivyst slowly opened her eyes. Her bewildered gaze was confused for a moment before she propped herself up to sit slowly, stretching lazily.
A strap slid off her tender shoulder, revealing a half glimpse of exquisite scenery.
She looked at Lynn, who was preparing to get out of bed, with a meaningful gaze and lightly tugged at the chain shackled to her own wrist, "Not being good?"
Lynn, holding back the urge to pee, explained, "Your Highness, I was preparing to go to the washroom to take care of a personal issue."
Unexpectedly, upon hearing Lynn's words, a touch of moving crimson flushed Ivyst's face.
With her bare beautiful foot, she gently tapped Lynn, who was completely bare, "If you want to go then, why don't you?"
And, believe it or not.
Although clothes make the man look thinner, his body was rather good once undressed.
Ivyst's breathing became a bit more rapid.
Lynn's face darkened, "Could you please undo this first?"
He shook the heavy shackles as he protested.
Seeing this, a hint of excitement flashed in Ivyst's red eyes.
It was only after the whole night passed that she barely came back to her senses from the joy of having regained what she had lost, realizing that it wasn't a dream.
Feeling exceedingly precious about everything she regained, she treated even such a trivial matter as a game between the two of them.
"Figure it out yourself."
Ivyst's lower body couldn't move normally, suffering from intermittent muscle weakness, so she could only lie on the bed .
And at this moment, Lynn was pushed to the limit by the need to urinate.
Lynn bit his lip and then, with determination, ignored Ivyst's triumphant gaze and carried her off in a princess hold.
"Trying to bully your master, huh? Quite the lecherous little dog!"
Ivyst seemed somewhat angrily to scold his behavior.
However, the morbid joy that flashed in her eyes, along with the instinctive act of wrapping her arms around Lynn's neck, betrayed her true thoughts at that moment.