After leaving the circus, it was already evening.
The sun had set in the west, and the night sky was gradually engulfed in darkness, with occasional specks of starlight tempting one to stop and gaze.
Lynn followed behind Ivyst, looking at her stunning silhouette and softly sighing to himself.
Although he had tried to please Ivyst according to the Witch's advice, he could not muster much confidence at this point.
After all, he had been treated almost like a servant throughout the day.
Her expression had remained bland and uninterested from start to finish, as if nothing could arouse her interest.
To be frank, although this was not unusual compared to her usual demeanor, Lynn was keenly aware of a slight disturbance in her emotions.
It was as if... for a moment, she overlapped with the Witch from a hundred thousand years later, who had been desperate to end her life.
However, Lynn did not dwell on it, assuming it was due to some distressing matter.
