Livia had to struggle quite a bit to escape from being squeezed between those two large, soft mounds.
“You, you… you—!”
Livia looked just like a startled kitten.
She was already thoroughly infuriated, and now all she wanted to do was breathe fire at Sophie.
She truly couldn’t understand.
Why could this girl be so arrogant?
Was this what they called the composure of the ‘main wife’ in those books?
Damn it, this girl…
Thinking of this, a murderous intent rose in Livia’s heart.
In the next moment, Livia’s black mage robe fluttered without wind.
A great amount of magical power began to gather in her palm, and a black magic array gradually took shape.
Today… you’re dead for sure.
Even Mr. Lynn can’t stop me!!
Livia slowly raised her hand.
Just as she was about to begin her chant, Sophie clung to her like a stubborn leech, interrupting her spellcasting.
“Miss Livia’s cheeks are so soft, they feel amazing～”
Sophie kept kneading Livia’s plump cheeks, her face brimming with infatuated delight.
“Ugh… Let go, let go of me!!”
Livia showed a look of disgust and pushed Sophie aside.
“I hate you the most!”
“You, you…” Livia fumed for a long time before shouting loudly, “You’re a bad egg!”
“Bad… bad egg?”
Though Livia’s aggrieved and angry look truly melted Sophie’s heart, the impact of being called a ‘bad egg’ was even greater than she’d expected.
Before she could recover, a sharp pain suddenly shot through her forehead.
“Get to work.”
Taking advantage of Sophie’s daze, Lynn walked up and gave her a sharp flick on the forehead.
“W-wait a second.”
Sophie covered her forehead, tugging at Lynn’s sleeve.
“Why does Miss Livia hate me so much?”
She stood on tiptoe and leaned in close to Lynn’s ear, whispering.
“I warned you a long time ago to stay away from her.”
Lynn said, giving her another flick on the forehead.
You never learn.
Lynn sighed helplessly.
“Hehe…”
Sophie rubbed her forehead, speaking a little guiltily, “I was too excited and forgot. Next time, I swear, next time for sure.”
Lynn shot her a cold glance.
Is that so?
You’d better really mean it next time.
Seeing Lynn’s terrifying expression, Sophie broke out in a cold sweat.
She blinked her eyes innocently, trying to get away with it by acting cute.
Watching the two before her bickering like a couple, Livia couldn’t help grinding her teeth in anger.
That damn vixen was still flirting with Mr. Lynn right in front of her!
She had to jot this down in her little notebook—she’d definitely make her pay later…
“Also, why did you follow along?”
Lynn crossed his arms and looked somewhat helplessly at Livia, who stood not far away.
“I thought I told Farella to have you wait for me at home?”
“I… I was just worried about you…”
Livia kept playing with the hair at her temples, her delicate face flushing bright red.
Judging from the vixen’s appearance, the two of them were probably practicing Magic Array Arrangement.
Maybe she’d misunderstood—the two hadn’t gone that far yet.
In other words…
She still had a chance!
Thinking this, Livia finally felt much better.
“Sigh.”
Lynn looked at Livia before him and let out a sigh.
“It’s getting late. It’s dangerous to go back alone—let Sophie walk you home, all right?” Lynn said.
“No way.”
Livia shook her head like a rattle drum.
“Be good, listen, I’ll be back soon, okay?”
Lynn rubbed Livia’s head.
“Ugh… Mr. Lynn, you big dummy!”
Livia muttered with a hint of dissatisfaction.
She knew Mr. Lynn definitely had something important to do, and if she kept being willful, she’d only make things harder for him.
“Well then, make sure you come back for dinner.”
Livia looked at Lynn, her eyes shining like stars.
Seeing her like that, Lynn’s right eyelid twitched for no reason.
She’s not going to try to drug my food or something, is she…
Lynn thought.
“I will.”
…
The sun quickly vanished beyond the horizon.
The temperature in the forest was even lower than Lynn had expected.
A chill wind swept through, making Lynn shiver.
He sat cross-legged on the ground, carefully doing a final check on the magic array he had arranged.
As long as nothing went wrong with the magic array, Lynn was confident he could take down the Abyssal Deathsworn in one stroke.
Thanks to Sophie’s help, a magic array that would have taken him several days to complete alone was basically finished in just one afternoon.
Next, all he had to do was wait for the right moment to inject his magic power into the array and activate it—then everything would fall into place.
“Hoo…” Lynn let out a long breath.
Just as he was about to do one final check, the faint sound of footsteps suddenly echoed behind him.
“Who’s there?”
Lynn immediately turned around—there was no one behind him.
Did I hear wrong…
Lynn turned his head back, a little puzzled.
The next instant, a shadow carrying a rucksack suddenly appeared right in front of him.
The cold moonlight shone on the figure’s emotionless white mask, making it all the more eerie.
“Hello, friend.”
The shadow spoke slowly.
That deep, raspy voice reached Lynn’s ears, and he felt as if all the blood in his body had turned to ice.
That voice—he’d heard it countless times during his previous cycles.
Abyssal Deathsworn.
Rage mixed with terror instantly flooded Lynn’s mind.
He clenched his fists tightly, his whole body trembling uncontrollably, his fingertips turning white.
Time and again, both he and Livia had been killed by this man’s blade.
But this time…
“You’re very angry.”
The Abyssal Deathsworn’s tone was utterly emotionless, so calm it was terrifying—like a machine coldly stating facts.
Yet the killing intent lurking behind those words was almost overflowing.
Clearly, if Lynn hadn’t already known who he was, he wouldn’t be feeling such hostility.
Lynn knew—one wrong answer, and he’d die here for sure.
After a brief pause, Lynn came up with a way to handle it.
“Yeah.”
Lynn took a long breath, nodded, and continued along his line, “Walking around the forest dressed like that at night, sneaking up without a sound—any normal person would be angry if they got scared like that, right?”
Lynn forced himself to appear calm, trying to act as naturally as possible.
The Abyssal Deathsworn nodded and said slowly, “My apologies. I’ve just arrived in the capital and already left a bad impression on you, young master.”
“I’m really quite clumsy.”
“Don’t you agree?”
“Lynn Carlyte.”
Lynn’s heart nearly skipped a beat.
How does he know my name?
The next instant, as if suddenly remembering something, he reached for his chest—only to find that the necklace marking his identity had vanished without a trace.
Damn it, when did that happen…
“No need to be nervous. I have no ill intentions toward you.”
The Abyssal Deathsworn patted Lynn’s shoulder lightly.
Even though there was a mask between them, Lynn could still sense the cruel grin beneath it.
He’d been on the man’s kill list all along.
Right now, he only seemed harmless so he could savor the thrill of the hunt and toy with his prey.
“I’ve long heard of the illustrious Carlyte Family.”
“In a few days, I’ll come visit your manor.”
The Abyssal Deathsworn continued.
“When the time comes, I hope that Young Master Lynn… will be a good host.”
“I see.”
Lynn nodded, his emotions now entirely under control.
“A guest is a guest. You’ll be most welcome.”