She herself would actually want to spare his life for such a superficial reason?
Just because he was the first one to call her beautiful?
Looking at the ring tossed into the corner, Ivyst's expression was ice-cold.
Although it had been thousands of years, the ancient curse proved to be unreliable, prone to all sorts of malfunctions due to its age.
Her full chest heaved rapidly, as if trying to calm the dissatisfaction and irritation in her heart.
Turning her head, she glanced at the wine cup on the windowsill and, without a second thought, picked it up and drained it in one go.
Moments later, a faint blush of drunkenness emerged on her pale cheeks, utterly charming.
However, at this very moment, there was no one to witness it.
Ivyst stared unblinkingly at Lynn, whom she had knocked out cold on the floor, falling into a long silence.
It was unknown what was running through her mind.
After a while, she took a deep breath, calming her emotions.
"Though I do not know why you suddenly went mad and staged such a drama in front of me..." Ivyst's face was emotionless, "but there's one thing, it seems you were right about one thing."
"I'm afraid I will never forget what happened tonight."
She muttered to herself.
While Ivyst did not take Lynn's gamble seriously, she ultimately did exhibit behaviors she normally would never consider.
Just that alone was enough to remain etched in her memory.
Ever since awakening the powerful and mysterious forces within her, Ivyst had only ever been met with others' respect and fear.
No one had ever dared to raise their voice at her like Lynn did.
Even... to threaten her with their own life.
"If you dare do such a thing to me, don't even think about running away in the future," Ivyst suddenly revealed a cruel smile, "If you ever have such thoughts again, I will smash your legs."
"Additionally, I hope you prove to be as impressive as you claim in the upcoming King's election."
[The story deviation of the S-rank character "Ivyst Laurent Alexini" has risen to 1.53%.]
Lynn was awakened by the system notification sound.
When he hazily opened his eyes, the paralysis that had once afflicted his entire body had disappeared, clearly indicating that the Lie Swallowing state had been lifted.
Then, he noticed he was lying on the ground in a strange posture.
As if he was attempting to do a push-up.
Feeling the carpet so close at hand, Lynn instinctively propped up on his arms, intending to rise from the ground.
But before he could act, he suddenly felt a force on his back.
This force wasn't too light or heavy, yet it pushed his body back down.
Above him came Ivyst's familiar voice, cold with a hint of an unusual emotion.
Lynn tried to get up again, but that force kept him pinned down, unable to move.
He then sobered up, realizing what was happening.
At this moment, Ivyst sat on the red velvet chair at the edge of the bed, holding a wine cup while gazing at the bright moon from the window, her hair black as coal, her skin white as snow.
In the moonlight, she was breathtakingly beautiful, like a goddess.
However, Lynn had no heart to admire this scene.
Only because he finally understood why he was lying on the floor in such a strange position.
That woman had, at some point, taken off her shoes and rested her smooth, long legs and fair bare feet on his back.
She was treating him like a footrest!
Lynn was only wearing a single garment, so at this moment, the tender skin and warm sensation of her soles were transmitted through the thin fabric.
However, he was far from enjoying this pleasant touch.
A man may be killed, but not insulted!
His heart was filled with rage, and he instinctively tried to lift his head.
Due to the angle, Lynn's gaze inevitably caught a glimpse under Ivyst's skirt.
The bedroom was somewhat dark, but the moonlight from the window cast just the right amount of light.
It was hazy and blurred.
As if he could see it, yet couldn't make out the details.
It seemed the Imperial Princess not only went commando in real life but occasionally tried it alone.
Lynn gasped in shock, and just like that, the fury in his heart dissipated like smoke.
Thank you for the hospitality.
He lay down again with a solemn expression, maintaining an angle where he could still catch glimpses from the corner of his eye, his posture as firm as a rock.
At the same time, Ivyst's disdainful voice came from above, "Without my permission, do you dare to seek death so casually?"
"Not only that, being a dog I've raised, you dare to mock your master in that manner, really ignorant of the heights of heaven and the depths of earth."
"What do you think I should do to punish you?"
Lynn remained silent.
At this moment, he was using the Lie Swallowing to deceive himself, trying to evolve his eyes into high frame rate cameras, to record the good life.
Seeing Lynn prostrate in silence, Ivyst couldn't help but frown.
She thought perhaps the man had become somewhat withdrawn because he hadn't succeeded in killing himself.
Maybe she had pushed him too hard before?
After pondering for a moment, Ivyst decided to loosen up a bit and to lighten the punishment.
So she spoke indifferently, "Well then, stay prostrate there and loudly repeat 'I'm sorry, Your Highness, I was wrong,' until I am satisfied."
This woman is really vain.
Does she enjoy hearing others hold her in high esteem so much?
Lynn's expression darkened.
In fact, everything he had done tonight was not truly out of impulse.
The madness and anger he had shown earlier also contained quite a bit of feigned elements.
If it weren't for his aim to greatly increase the plot deviation percentage to influence the future Doomsday Witch, Lynn would never have chosen to explode at her at this point in time.
It was more likely that he would continue to endure.
Thinking this, Lynn suddenly realized something and hurriedly opened his system.
At this moment, Ivyst's plot deviation percentage had already been raised to 1.53%, and another 100 system points had been credited.
Not only that, but his savings had also reached 183 points.
He could draw a new ability again.
Looking at it this way, the risk he took tonight was not in vain, and his goal was perfectly achieved.
It was just uncertain how much impact it would have on the Doomsday Witch.
Everything that could be done had been done, and now was the time to leave it to fate.
With this thought, Lynn suddenly composed himself and said aloud, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I was wrong!"
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I was wrong!"
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I was wrong!"
When it's time to be tough, be tough, and when it's time to be soft, be soft.
For a moment, the atmosphere fell into silence.
Only Lynn's repeated words echoed again and again in the room.
Ivyst stared at the bright moon, her thoughts unknown.
After a short while, she suddenly spoke out of nowhere, "Don't casually think of dying; once you're dead, there's nothing left."
Lynn was stunned for a few seconds, then lowered his head, "Yes, Your Highness."
Just as he finished speaking, he felt her delicate foot press down hard on his back.
"Did I tell you to stop?"
"I'm sorry, Your Highness, I was wrong!"
He didn't know how long had passed when Lynn, panting, stopped his repentance, wanting to sneak a few seconds of rest.
But seeing that Ivyst still hadn't spoken, he felt a bit puzzled.
So, Lynn lifted his head and looked at the woman on the seat.
He saw Ivyst, leaning quietly against the seat, had fallen sound asleep at some unknown time.
Seemingly always busy dealing with official duties, thus often staying up all night.
Although her figure was tall and enchanting, her pale face showed a hint of emaciation and a faint trace of exhaustion remained under her eyes.
Such a fine woman, a pity that she's alive.
Lynn lamented in his heart.
He quietly got up from the ground, tenderly lifted her ankles, and placed them on the carpet.
Then, he found a thin silk quilt from the bed beside him and stealthily draped it over her chest.
Goodnight, villainous Imperial Princess.
Next, I will go to keep my appointment with Miss Witch.
Lynn left Ivyst's room.
However, what he didn't know was that
Not long after he left, the woman lying on the chair suddenly opened her eyes.
Looking at the silk blanket that had appeared on her, Ivyst gently pinched the fabric with her hand.
"At least he has some conscience."