Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!
Chapter 421 - 249 Proposal (14,000)_6

Chapter 421: Chapter 249 Proposal (14,000)_6

"Goddess above!"

"Silence everlasting!"

"Glory to the Moon God’s Throne!"

Archbishop Stel raised his hands high, continuously bowing towards Tiya, showing a devoted yet fervent expression on his face.

At the same time, the first rays of sunlight pierced through the blood-red clouds, illuminating the entire Glostit, then fell upon the church’s dome. The previously radiant sunlight ultimately transformed into silvery moonlight, pouring down and penetrating the statue of the Bright Moon Goddess at the center of the church.

"When moonlight pierces the holy icon, when lies become holy words, the real war has only just begun..."

Listening to countless believers outside the church chanting hymns, Bishop Stel held the damaged "Silent Holy Scripture" and got up to step forward.

Tiya’s expression was calm and indifferent.

At this moment, she had taken control of the massive entity that is the Silent Church, and the light piercing through the Divine Moon Gap would become the thread weaving her façade of power.

...

At the same time, Bartleion Manor.

"Brother..."

Eleanor knelt on the carpet by the bedside, her tears long soaking her neckline, gripping the corner of Lynn’s clothing tightly, as if by letting go, he would disappear again.

At this moment, the young boy lay on the bed covered in blood, pale-faced and motionless, as if he were dead.

From a glance, his whole body bore wounds deep to the bone, along with menacing marks that healed continuously yet were burned again by an invisible force.

No one could recover from such terrifying injuries.

If not for the Imperial Princess presently sustaining Lynn’s last breath with her power, he likely would have perished at that instant in the Divine Moon Gap.

The last time Lynn was in the Soron Mountain Range, he also suffered terribly, yet his current state was dozens of times worse.

"Why did it have to be like this..."

Aphia, eyes blurred with tears, unknowingly tightened her fingers.

Morris stood silently on the side, his eyes complicated.

He had never seen Lynn so weak, even when facing Level 0 Sealed Objects, the young boy always carried a nonchalant smile, as if everything was under control.

But now, it was like a shell emptied of a soul.

And amidst this chaos, only Ivyst never let go of Lynn’s hand.

Her luxurious gown was already soaked with blood, with dark red stains blooming like menacing flowers at her hem.

"Don’t be like this..."

Her voice trembled in pleading, her entire self shattered beyond recognition.

Ivyst tightly curled her slender, white fingers around Lynn’s back, trying to meld this man who always vanished on his own into her bones and blood.

At this moment, she looked just like a lost little girl, afraid that the next moment, what she cherished would fly away beyond her reach forever.

Until the almost imperceptible breath from Lynn brushed past her neck, Ivyst only then realized her silent tears had already soaked his shoulder.

The light of healing flickered uncertainly in her palm.

Already in poor health herself, her complexion grew even paler as she healed Lynn.

But even so, Ivyst stubbornly refused to let go.

Why every time... does he have to leave her alone?

Her heart was withered like dry wood.

She thought the separation at the Soron Mountain Range would be the last in her life, yet the young boy in front of her once again recklessly deeply wounded her heart.

Ivyst stared blankly at Lynn’s bloodless lips, trembling fingertips brushing over the shocking wound on Lynn’s chest.

This wound was deeper than any before, its edges glowing with ominous pale flame.

Even by pouring her cherished Moonlight Original Liquid onto it, there would be a spine-chilling sizzling sound.

The scene in her memory suddenly became glaringly clear.

In the Moonlight Holy Scripture, clearly the weakest in power amongst those present, yet without hesitation, standing in front of those he cherished.

Ivyst suddenly clenched her delicate fingers, nails deeply embedded in her palms, with warm liquid seeping between the fingers, indistinguishable whether it was Lynn’s blood or her own.

"You all can leave now."

As Lynn’s body temperature once again dropped, Ivyst abruptly addressed everyone present.

Upon hearing this, Eleanor tearfully glanced at the woman before her, seemingly wanting to say something, but ultimately, with Aphia’s support, slowly left the room.

Once everyone had left, she gazed foolishly at the comatose Lynn, gently caressing the boy’s pale cheek as if it were a lover’s tenderness.

"Rest assured, the master won’t let you die."

The whisper vaguely echoed within the room, then gently dissipated into the air.

After an unknown amount of time, Ivyst slowly bent down, her smooth forehead pressed against Lynn tightly, while her mouth softly chanted an obscure incantation.

"..."

In the next moment, red light suddenly enveloped Ivyst, she poured her blood into Lynn’s mouth, and her complexion visibly turned ashen at a speed visible to the naked eye.

This was a transfer method of life force considered taboo, used unhesitatingly by Ivyst now in this desperate moment.

Every drop of blood pouring from her body drew on Ivyst’s already desiccated existence, yet she seemed to feel no pain and held Lynn even tighter.

Her fingertips trembled slightly, her heart seemed to be gripped by an invisible hand.

But as time passed, Lynn’s previously pale complexion faintly revealed a hint of rosiness.