Yet she still made such a choice without any hesitation.
What could be more exhilarating for her than this?
The whole matter didn't even require any thought; the answer came to her in an instant.
Hearing Ivyst's words that were close to a confession, Lynn's heartbeat missed a beat, his expression frozen, his pupils dilating slightly.
However, there was still someone who failed to read the room, eyeing them hungrily.
"Boom—"
Just as Lynn was about to say something, Beatrice, now entirely dyed black as if she had entirely fallen into the role of an Evil God, stretched out her grotesque hand towards them with hostility.
"Do you... pretend... I... don't exist...?"
Her voice was so malevolent, entirely different from her previous proud and sacred demeanor, the smile on her lips full of venom and hatred.
No matter what, she couldn't let go of Lynn.
