When Lynn heard these words, he became instantly numb.
Although Ivyst's breath was as refreshing as orchids, the warm breath by his ear was intoxicating, the words she spoke were terrifying.
He was almost unable to maintain his composure as the Lie Swallowing.
Meanwhile, his mind reverberated with the Princess's words just spoken.
She... wants to contact the Witch?
At this moment, Lynn only felt a tingling on his scalp.
As an End Believer, he had the means to communicate with the Witch, which Ivyst had long guessed, and he never thought he could conceal this from her.
However, to avoid agitating the emotionally unstable Princess, Lynn never mentioned these things on ordinary days.
Even Ivyst herself, due to her extreme disdain for the existence of the Doomsday Witch, insisted again and again.
Without her permission, one must not casually mention things related to the future.
And Lynn had always done so, striving to avoid possible conflicts between them.
But no matter what, deep inside, there was always a hint of a dangerous premonition.
He knew Ivyst's character well.
With her possessiveness so strong it could not be added upon, how could she share the love of her cherished pet with another woman for long?
So Lynn had always felt that it was only a matter of time before this ticking time bomb exploded.
He just hadn't expected it to be now.
He really wanted to brush it off, or choose to feign death, unaffected like a pig not fearing scalding water.
But the problem was, he was currently in a state of hypnosis.
And someone being hypnotized is supposed to unconditionally follow the hypnotist's commands.
Otherwise, all the previous pretense would become ineffective, and it might even make Ivyst completely infuriated, leading her to do something unpredictable.
At this moment, Lynn was sweating profusely.
Although he did not know why Ivyst wanted to contact the Witch, it certainly wouldn't be as peaceful as sisters having afternoon tea and chatting.
Just then, Ivyst, having not received an answer for so long, couldn't help but frown.
She looked at the Eye of the Soul imprint in her palm and muttered to herself, "Why is there no response?"
Lynn thought to himself desperately, and then hurriedly pretended to be dull, slowly saying, "My contact with the Witch... is through a Sealed Object, a piece of sheepskin paper."
Ivyst showed no curiosity but simply extended her delicate palm.
Lynn couldn't imagine any reason he could give to stop her now.
Logic told him that if he were to fling himself into her embrace and get affectionate with her now, Ivyst might be pleased, but it would not be enough to cover up the anger from being deceived.
After all, this was entirely unrelated to the Witch.
It was his own act of willful omission.
If discovered, the consequences... were unimaginable.
Feeling the undeniable redness in Ivyst's eyes, Lynn hesitated over and over in his mind.
In the end, he reluctantly pulled out the piece of sheepskin paper used to communicate with the Witch and showed it to her.
Perhaps... the Princess had just encountered some problem and wanted to seek advice from the Witch?
Thinking about it carefully, it wasn't impossible; after all, the Witch had lived for a hundred thousand years and had wisdom and insights far beyond what common people possessed.
As a juvenile being, the Princess occasionally wanting to proactively seek advice was not implausible.
Lynn consoled himself with this thought.
"Hold me and go over to the desk."
Upon seeing the sheepskin paper in Lynn's hand, Ivyst showed no surprise but instead opened her arms for Lynn to hold her.
They quickly arrived at the desk.
Lynn sat down on the chair, with Ivyst sitting on his lap.
The position was quite intimate, yet Lynn had no romantic thoughts.
He was waiting for the "Judgement" Ivyst would hand down to him.
"I'll dictate, you write."
Ivyst kissed Lynn's face gently, then put the pen from the desk into his hand.
Lynn took a deep breath inwardly.
"Bitch, I won this time," a voice tinged with gentleness and a hint of provocation came from Ivyst.
Merely the first sentence was too much for Lynn, almost causing his hand to tremble and throw the pen away.
Thankfully, Ivyst was sitting on his lap, gently holding his chin as if she were carefully admiring some rare treasure, gazing into his blue eyes.
Since she was facing away from the desk, she did not notice the subtle sign.
Lynn clenched his teeth.
Thinking repeatedly, he finally could do nothing but follow Ivyst's instructions and write as she demanded.
As usual, the cold woman with white hair and black dress lay on her back in the center of the great hall, eyes slightly closed, with an unfinished book in her arms.
It had been quite some time since her End Believer had left here.
Though she never mentioned it on regular days, the Witch would occasionally get lost in thought during idle moments, unable to suppress the inexplicable thoughts in her mind, conjuring the image of the young man subconsciously.
Just then, an almost imperceptible sound of fracture reached the Witch's ears.
She instinctively opened her eyes, her gaze clear and cold, looking toward the Order Chains on her right wrist.
Where her eyes reached, there appeared a hairline crack on her wrist, barely noticeable if not looked at closely.
This minute crack of course, could have no significant impact on the overall solidity of the chains.