At the moment he felt an overwhelming murderous intent lock onto him, the confusion in Lynn’s mind could no longer be contained.
Why did Joel have such a powerful desire to kill him?
Lynn felt that he had actually done a good deed.
Inferring from Joel’s various behaviors, he must have deeply loved his father, right?
Otherwise, why would he still be mumbling about Lord Nibelung before his death?
How else could one explain why he killed everyone in the territory but temporarily spared his old man?
Lynn believed this was a textbook case of stubborn pride ruining everything.
In his view, the father and son were each more hard-headed than the other; both clearly wanted to reconcile, but neither was willing to be the first to speak up.
He had gone through a lot of trouble to come up with this plan for the father and son to resolve their issues and clear up their misunderstandings.
But judging by the results, it seemed Joel, the “filial” son, wasn’t very interested.
The moment he saw Joel personally send Lord Nibelung to his end, Lynn felt as if the wrinkles in his brain had been smoothed flat.
At this point, the situation could only be explained as the Abyssal Cult causing deep harm to people.
Sigh, the wicked Abyssal Cult.
Lynn let out a helpless sigh.
Then, an entirely pitch-black Queen chess piece emerged in his hand.
Just as Lynn was preparing to activate the Dragon’s Heart, a pale gold barrier suddenly appeared before his eyes.
Seeing this, both Lynn and Joel froze in unison.
Lynn slowly looked up to see a witch in mid-air, dressed in a black cloak and a wide witch’s hat, sitting on a magic broom.
The silver-haired girl had her legs crossed, arms folded over her chest, and her black stockings traced the elegant curves of her jade-like legs.
It was Felica.
“I knew Lynn was an idiot who would definitely make a mess of things.”
Felica’s small face was slightly flushed as she puffed out her cheeks, looking somewhat annoyed.
In reality, however, her heart was racing; nervousness and anticipation filled her soul.
The reason she had agreed to let Lynn challenge this Rank 4 Secret Realm alone was actually because she had her own little scheme hidden within.
First of all, Lynn’s strength was certainly not enough to clear this realm.
The runes she had drawn for him using her own essence blood were only meant to increase his margin for error; they weren’t actually going to help him win.
When it came time to face the boss, Lynn would definitely be outmatched.
At that moment, she could naturally appear before him in the guise of a savior.
Although Lynn’s maneuvers were somewhat unorthodox—having activated the hidden ending of this realm through a path no one had envisioned—it deviated only slightly from her original plan.
But even if it was a hidden ending boss, how difficult could it really be for her?
Felica had absolute confidence.
With this “beauty saving the hero” drama, Lynn would surely be won over by her.
After all, in their previous lives, it was precisely when Lynn was at his most desperate and in need of companionship that he had saved her from the influence of her inner demons.
Therefore, using this trick on Lynn was naturally a sure-fire, guaranteed success.
This was her flawless plan to conquer Lynn!
Hmph, Livia, let’s see how you’re going to win against me this time!
Thinking of this, Felica couldn’t help but lift her head, puffing out her chest with pride.
Seeing this, Joel narrowed his eyes slightly.
“A witch?”
His tone revealed a hint of wariness.
The reason witches were feared by everyone was that, in addition to learning normal magic, they could also utilize the power of “Laws” to a certain extent.
For example, a Time-attribute witch could briefly manipulate time-space, while a Space-attribute witch could simply manipulate space itself to perform a dimensional strike against an opponent.
Felica belonged to the latter.
“Tch.”
Joel felt the battle had suddenly become quite troublesome.
That guy named Lynn was just a stray dog by the road; he had to deal with that witch first!
With that thought, Joel immediately switched targets.
His lips moved rapidly, chanting obscure incantations.
In the next instant, a dense aura of corruption erupted from Joel’s body.
The massive amount of vitality Joel had previously absorbed was now fully released, transforming into bursts of black dragons emitting a foul stench of decay, rushing straight toward Felica.
The black dragons were extremely fast, reaching Felica almost in the blink of an eye.
Just the moment before they were about to hit her—
Boom!
A violent explosion suddenly rang out.
Lynn’s heart jumped as he looked toward the explosion, only to see that Joel had somehow appeared in the position where Felica had originally been.
He took his own full-power strike point-blank and collapsed to the ground.
Lynn could feel that Joel’s life force was fading rapidly.
Space Displacement.
This term suddenly popped into Lynn’s mind.
So this is a Space-attribute witch…
Lynn couldn’t help but break into a cold sweat.
Truth be told, if it were him facing this kind of attack that utilized the rules of reality, there would be very few effective ways to counter it.
Except for… a sneak attack.
“Hey, what are you looking at, idiot?”
Felica suddenly appeared behind Lynn at some point and lightly tapped his shoulder.
“What, were you worried about me?”
Felica said, a mischievous smile playing on her lips.
“Honestly, being worried about by an idiot like you really makes me feel like a failure.”
Felica shrugged, putting on an indifferent front.
Then, she slowly reached her hand out toward Lynn.
“If you’re still feeling scared, then just hold my hand.”
Felica laughed.
Lynn frowned and stood still, unmoved.
[Current Objective: Defeat Joel]
The small text before his eyes had not changed.
But, why?
He had clearly felt Joel’s life force fading away; the man should be dead by now…
Could it be…
Lynn’s pupils suddenly contracted.
“Watch out!”
Lynn immediately grabbed Felica, pulling her into his embrace and shielding her tightly.
In the next moment, a terrifying surge of energy suddenly erupted from the body of Joel, who should have been dead.
Immediately following that, a black spear slowly tore through space, then pierced straight into Lynn’s body at a speed incomprehensible to an ordinary person.
The resulting impact sent the two of them flying into the distance.
Felica, who was being protected in his arms, felt her mind go blank instantly.
She slowly crawled out of Lynn’s embrace, looking in disbelief at the dying Lynn who had sacrificed himself to protect her.
Then, Felica noticed the traces of water droplets appearing in her vision without warning.
Only then did she realize they were her own tears.
Lynn was always like this.
Even for people who had nothing to do with him, he always thought about saving them.
Even for a witch like her, who wasn’t accepted by ordinary people, it was the same.
“You idiot… you big idiot!”
Felica used her thumb to gently wipe the dirt from Lynn’s face.
“Why… even if it means betting your life… why save me?”
Felica’s voice gradually began to tremble.
“I had… a free chance to avoid death… it’d be a waste not to use it.”
Lynn slowly opened his eyes, squeezing the words out with some difficulty through his teeth.
To be honest.
It hurt like hell.
Felica clenched her pink fists and puffed out her cheeks, pretending she was going to punch him hard.
Lynn was startled into full alertness instantly.
“My lady, please be gentle, one more hit and I really won’t make it…”
Lynn curled his body up and squeezed his eyes shut.
However, in the next moment.
A soft warmth pressed against his forehead.
Felica lightly kissed Lynn’s brow.
“I’ll settle the score with you when we get back…”
“Idiot.”
Felica whispered, her pretty face burning hot.