Upon hearing Ivyst's question, a tightness gripped Lynn's chest, though he was not too surprised.
For him, this was a test, but it was also an opportunity.
The task at hand was actually quite simple.
Given that Ivyst was wearing the Lie Detector Ring, his maneuvering space was inherently limited.
So, he simply shouldn't think about anything else.
He just needed to reveal his most genuine thoughts to her at this moment.
Although this made Lynn feel like he was compromising with her, there was no other choice at this stage.
"I want... Your Highness's Holy Relic."
Lynn answered in a dazed control of his body.
Ivyst furrowed her brows.
The term was quite common in numerous religious texts.
It was even applied to some high-ranking Sealed Objects.
Generally, only the Extraordinary Items left by gods received such a title.
And those items were often incredibly precious.
Although Ivyst possessed quite a luxurious containment facility, she had never dealt with Holy Relics.
Moreover, what concerned her wasn't the Holy Relic itself, but Lynn's strange statement.
Ivyst found it somewhat absurd.
Although she was powerful, she currently did not possess strength comparable to the archgods of the major churches.
So what beside her could be called a Holy Relic?
Full of doubts, Ivyst looked at the ring on her finger.
Sure enough, this guy was telling the truth.
He truly desired that Holy Relic.
Ivyst remained silent for a moment before asking, "What exactly is the Holy Relic you are talking about?"
He ponders, yet Ivyst could not figure out what beside her could be worthy of being called a Holy Relic.
But she did not believe that Lynn was spouting nonsense.
With his intelligence, he wouldn't ask for something trivial.
Perhaps this object was something he had coveted for a long time, something that could help him escape his current predicament, or perhaps enable him to exact revenge in the future.
Perhaps, to Lynn, this object was very important.
Important enough that even when put under hypnosis, he would subconsciously ask for it.
Ivyst thought silently.
Under her gaze, Lynn spoke very slowly, "The Holy Relic I am talking about refers to items imbued with your extraordinary power and essence of life."
Ivyst frowned deeply, "I don't understand, speak plainly."
"It's those... the underwear you've worn, or perhaps your stockings and high-heeled shoes."
Lynn said with a blank expression.
In fact, he was somewhat numb at this point.
Even he, after making such lewd remarks in front of the person concerned, wished he could just find a crack to crawl into.
Fortunately, the effects of Lie Swallowing were robust and did not dissipate because of this.
After he said these words, the entire study suddenly fell into a kind of indescribable silence, as if the fall of a needle could be heard.
The atmosphere was downright eerie.
At this very moment, Ivyst's face was filled with shock.
Clearly, this turn was too abrupt; even she had not fully adjusted to it.
She had thought this young man was secretly planning something terrible.
Unexpectedly, he only wanted those... those items?!
Ivyst glanced instinctively at the ring on her fingertip, only to find it still unresponsive.
Indeed, this statement was also the truth.
He really wanted the stockings and lingerie she had worn.
Was such a thing considered a Holy Relic to this guy?
Ivyst found it utterly absurd.
"What do you want with the clothes I've worn?"
This answer was highly cunning.
It could only be said that the language of Saint Laurent was profound and nuanced.
Hearing this, Ivyst seemed to understand something, and the confusion and bewilderment on her face gradually transformed into another emotion.
She looked at Lynn with a scornful gaze, as if looking at some filthy scum.
"I don't recall raising a dog that harbors such filthy thoughts toward its master."
Ivyst stepped on Lynn's shoulder, her boot tip gently grinding.
It wasn't very painful, yet it was extremely humiliating.
Feeling the movement of her foot, Lynn frowned inwardly.
Was his favorability not enough yet, and was it still too early to bring these things up?
Lynn stared at Ivyst with a dazed look, secretly taking in her current state.
Though her gaze was filled with indifference and scorn, aided by the light in the study, Lynn still noticed a hint.
It felt... woman's face was a bit red?
Was it because of shyness?
Lynn instinctively dismissed the thought.
This was something that would never happen to Ivyst; of that, he was quite certain.
Thus, there was only one other possibility left.
Lynn vaguely remembered from a past life reading in a book that whenever people felt stimulated or excited, it reflexively triggered the sympathetic nervous system, causing an increase in heartbeat and dilation of capillaries, which led to blushing.
Could it be that this woman was feeling excited because of the fantasies her subordinates were having?
Lynn thought with a tingling sensation on his scalp.
But if that really was the case, it meant... that there was still a glimmer of hope!
The next second, things changed.
"However...since I've already promised to fulfill one of your wishes, as a master, the Imperial Princess will not go back on her word."
She suddenly changed her tone, saying so.
Listening closely, one might even notice her slightly hurried breathing.
Ivyst herself didn't understand what was happening to her.
For the first time in her life, she was experiencing a sensation that was thrilling, mixed with a hint of shame and excitement.
It was bizarre, yet it didn't make her uncomfortable.
It really shouldn't be .
But thinking about it, there was only Lynn in the study, and he was under the spell of hypnosis and wouldn't retain any memories afterward.
So, no one would know what I did, right?
Ivyst thought silently to herself.
The next second, she took a deep breath, slipped off the high-heeled boots, and then lifted her long skirt up a bit, revealing her slender and beautifully encased legs in black stockings.
Facing Lynn's dazed gaze, Ivyst slightly bent over, slipping her hands under the hem of her dress.
Throughout the process, there was a continuous rustling sound, the noise of fabric rubbing against the skin.
Moments later, a pair of pale, delicate feet gently stepped onto the soft carpet.
At a glance, the toes appeared delicate and small, arranged closely like pearls in a shell, the red nail polish strikingly enchanting.
Unfortunately, the black stockings originally enveloping them had vanished into thin air.
Just as this thought arose, a sheer, black gossamer-like object slowly fell into Lynn's palm.
It still retained the fresh warmth of her body and even emitted a familiar rose fragrance.
At this moment, Lynn's heart uncontrollably skipped a beat.