Staring at the yellowed parchment on the desk in his room, Lynn's expression was grave.
After he left from Ivyst's side, he had gone straight back to his room and dug out this object.
Although the Witch Miss had stuffed the parchment into his hands last time he left the Pantheon, he realized upon reflection that she hadn't told him the exact method of use.
It should just involve writing on it, right?
Thinking so, Lynn picked up the fountain pen, pondered for a moment, and began to write.
"Dear Miss Witch, regarding the two trials you arranged last time, I have completed one of them, not only successfully breaking the faith of the Heavenly Principle Church in Orn City but also killing a bishop, and even consigning the entire church to the flames."
"Of course, I mention these not because I believe I have done something remarkable, nor to seek praise from you, and certainly not to obtain any reward from you. After all, this is something I, as a believer, should do, and you need not take it to heart."
"Mainly, I wish to inquire whether the temporal inertia I have caused this time has successfully affected the future? Has that scar on your arm disappeared accordingly?"
"I hope you can enlighten me."
Having written this far, Lynn stopped his pen.
Looking at the parchment, which showed no reaction, a hint of doubt arose in his heart.
Could it be that it had to be written in the format of a letter?
With the thought of giving it a try, he added a sentence at the beginning.
"To Miss Ivyst, the Doomsday Witch of a hundred thousand years hence."
This time, the parchment finally reacted.
The ink that had soaked into it seemed to undergo some unimaginable change and disappeared from the paper at an incredibly fast pace.
In just a few seconds, the parchment had returned to its original state.
Is this... a successful communication?
Lynn felt somewhat curious.
Subsequently, he began a very long wait.
It was not until ten minutes later that Lynn, his face darkening, realized he was probably being left on read by that woman.
It was indeed bizarre.
The current Ivyst was using all means to keep him by her side.
Yet, the future Doomsday Witch seemed to have no desire for anything, that indifferent, world-weary look in her eyes remained fresh in Lynn's memory.
He clenched his teeth and couldn't help but sneer inwardly.
Playing the aloof goddess, are you?
Thinking so, Lynn continued to write with his pen: "Regarding the ritual formation for praying to you, I've discovered quite a few nodes that can be optimized after my recent research. However, because the previous Holy Relic seems about to lose its effectiveness, I have been fretting over this recently."
"Fortunately, the event this time was handled quite well, so in addition to rewarding me the Sealed Object, you also agreed to fulfill one of my wishes."
"Out of my devotion to you, I would very much like to see you again, so I am prepared to use this wish to exchange for a new Holy Relic."
"Furthermore, according to my conjecture, the more personal the Holy Relic, the more it is imbued with your life essence, the better the effect of the prayers will be, and the longer the time it will preserve."
"This time, I will ask of you, from the current time node, for one of your personal undergar..."
The next second, accompanied by a sudden and terrifying attraction, Lynn felt his consciousness instantly depart from his body.
Trying to compete with me?
Looking at the familiar Pantheon before him, Lynn thought gleefully.
At the same time, he received the settlement information from the Doomsday Witch.
[The plot deviation of "S-rank Story Character - The End Witch, Ivyst" has increased to 0.20%.]
[Due to the special nature of this character at the current time node, the reward points will be calculated at 10 times.]
It looked like his guess was correct.
Every 1% increase on Ivyst's side would cause a 0.1% change here.
Thinking so, Lynn looked into the distance and noticed the Doomsday Witch, with her white hair and red eyes, still wearing that slightly tattered black chiffon dress, sitting on the steps of the temple.
He wasn't sure if it was his imagination.
The Order Chains that had been entwined around her seemed to have diminished in number.
Feeling the familiar human presence, the Doomsday Witch looked up at him.
Her tone was very cold as if irritated by what Lynn had just written in his letter.
After all, her personality and memories now were completely different from the past Ivyst, so much so that they could be considered two different people.
After a hundred thousand years, there was no longer any sign of her former pathologies and madness.
To the current Doomsday Witch, doing something like what the past Ivyst did, such as taking off her stockings in front of subordinates, was completely out of the question.
As a deity, she even found it somewhat intolerable that he kept praying to her with her personal clothing.
"Apologies, I just wanted to see you, which is why I resorted to such a scheme."
The Doomsday Witch watched him coldly for a moment, then closed her eyes.
"However... as for the second trial you undertook for me, you did quite well."
As she did so, the End Witch lifted her somewhat tattered cuff, revealing her slender and fair arm.
The dimensional rift that had once run through the whole arm seemed to have healed significantly.
But there was still a dark seam with cracks, snaking like a scar across her wrist.