"No, dude?"
Lynn was dumbfounded as he watched Duke Tierus pat his buttocks and walk away.
At this moment, only he and Ivyst were left in the room, eerily quiet.
Ivyst was sitting on the edge of the desk, looking down on Lynn from above. Her beautifully booted foot gently lifted and rubbed against his chest, circling back and forth.
Despite her seemingly flirtatious actions, Lynn remained disheartened.
"Your Highness, I..."
"Don't talk." Ivyst's boot tip suddenly touched his heart, as if feeling something, "Your heartbeat seems very fast, are you scared?"
A slight smile curled on her lips.
Seeing Lynn sweating profusely, Ivyst felt a surge of pleasure.
The previous depression due to the potential punishment from Saint Laurent VI had vanished.
However, Lynn couldn't find it within himself to be happy, swallowing his tears.
Was he expected to tell the truth?
