Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't even bother to glance at those males with dubious intentions.
Upon hearing this, the young man gave a slight smile.
He was either mocking Tiya, or mocking himself.
Seeing his attitude, Tiya felt a surge of anger, and her gaze grew unmistakably icy.
Normally, with his status, he wouldn't even have the qualifications to meet the Silent Saintess.
He really didn't know what was good for him.
Indeed, anyone who was an enemy of Brother Xiya was a bad person.
Thinking this, she slightly raised her hand, preparing to summon her Moonlight Scepter to teach this ignorant fool a lesson.
But the next second, under the cold moonlight, Tiya could vaguely see two streams of tears slowly flowing beneath the mask.
He was wearing a bull's head mask, which looked rather comical.
Yet for some reason, the atmosphere suddenly turned somewhat sad.
The Extraordinary Power that had just gathered in Tiya's palm dissipated in an instant.
She looked incredulously at the scene before her, unsure whether to laugh or to say something.
Under normal circumstances, that would be something laughable.
After all, generally, it's the women who are crying their noses out, easily associated with adjectives like fragile and water-like.
But for some reason, the atmosphere right now had none of the feeling that could make one crack a smile.
At this moment, the night sky was peaceful, as if the babbling moonlight itself was worrying for the young man.
Tiya's pale pink fist clenched slightly, an indescribable emotion subconsciously surfacing in her heart.
Then she immediately snapped out of it.
Am I feeling sad for an enemy destined to be killed?
Tiya bit her silver teeth and took a step forward.
She no longer planned to listen to this guy's ridiculous rambles and decided to approach him secretly to capture him and carry out her original interrogation plan.
However, perhaps it was the arrangement of fate.
Before Tiya could compose herself, the young man on the edge of the balcony spoke again.
He was responding to Tiya's previous question.
"What I spoke of as precious, is a girl named Voya," the young man suddenly removed his mask, his expression sad and desperate, "I... I lost her."
She stared blankly at the young man in the distance.
At this moment, his eyes brimmed with tears, his expression grievous and frantic, like a child who had lost his way.
Added to his already striking appearance, and features that were somewhat youthful, he could make any woman's maternal instincts overflow, making them wish to hold him in their arms and comfort him softly.
This wasn't a realm achievable through acting.
All the emotions he revealed were sourced from the deepest truths of his heart.
The thought suddenly surfaced in Tiya's mind.
At the same time, that familiar name once again echoed in her ears.
Similar to her current name, but ultimately different.
And according to what the young man had said during their last encounter, this was the name she used during the twelve years she was missing in the Elf Royal Court.
For a moment, Tiya felt her head spinning, her expression dazed as she shook her head.
Somewhat unfamiliar... but also somewhat familiar... could it be...
No, I am Tiya, Brother Xiya's future wife, the Silent Church's Holy Maiden, I am me...
Countless chaotic voices emerged around her.
Tiya is the woman I love most in this world.
When Lynn arrived at the balcony first, without any hesitation, he took out a mirror and deployed Lie Swallowing.
He had anticipated this situation well, step by step transforming into the current scenario.
Looking at the pale-faced, swaying girl, Lynn realized that the key node that would affect the deviation of the plot had arrived.
Thus, he slowly spread his arms, facing the cool autumn wind, as if to embrace the entire starry sky.
Lynn spoke softly, uncertain whether it was to this world or to that beloved girl of his.
The next second, accompanied by a strong sensation of weightlessness, Lynn fell backward from the mansion's balcony, plunging rapidly toward the ground below!
The height of four stories was neither particularly high nor particularly low.
For him, enhanced by the Burning Flame Giant Dragon's Heart, it would not be lethal and might only leave some minor injuries.
At worst, he could still pull out the Endless Silk and act out a failed stunt.
However, if things really developed to this point, Lynn's impromptu plan for the evening would be deemed a complete failure.
He did not wish to see this scene unfold.
Lynn, who had read the original work, knew very well that the seemingly goddess-like, compassionate Hillena had a manipulative and scheming side privately.
On the other hand, the emotionless Silent Saintess paradoxically harbored an unparalleled respect for life.
Even though she was endowed with the Goddess Blessing's power, causing her to harbor aversion towards all males in the world.
Those who still passionately love it, even after seeing its true nature, are indeed the real heroes.
Accompanied by the strong sensation of weightlessness, suddenly, a strange fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose, mild and tranquil as moonlight.
Suddenly, Lynn's body stopped midair, suspended by some external force at the edge of the balcony.
A pair of slightly trembling yet cold hands powerfully enveloped his, halting his downward movement.
Lynn suddenly realized, this might be the first physical contact between him and the girl.