Pleasing you?
Lynn was stunned for a few seconds before shaking his head firmly in his mind.
The guy was no king of humor, always following the path of a cold-hearted, resolute Soldier King; how could he possibly engage in the shameless act of peddling laughter?
Besides, compared to pleasing this emotionless Witch Miss, who was like a corpse, Lynn felt that the chances of making Ivyst fall for him were higher.
Even though that madwoman didn't understand what love meant and merely saw him as a toy and a pet, it was much better than coping with the world-weary attitude of Witch Miss.
Lynn certainly didn't think he had the capability to leave an indelible mark in the heart of a deity who had lived for a hundred thousand years.
As if sensing his inner doubts, Witch Miss standing above turned around.
Watching her lightly lifting her skirt, Lynn remained silent.
Only at times like these could he sense a hint of grace on her, rather than her indifferent and detached Divinity.
