Just as Lynn had thought.
For a woman as powerfully unparalleled as Ivyst, she had never bowed her head to any man in her life.
Moreover, Lynn right now was still an ordinary person who didn't even possess any Extraordinary Abilities.
To speak such words, one must either be out of one's mind or a pure lunatic.
Clearly, Lynn at this moment was the latter.
Therefore, it was impossible for Ivyst to agree to such a request.
She was so angry she laughed.
"When did you start deluding yourself into thinking I would compromise my dignity for a dog I've raised?" Ivyst looked at him with the eyes one would use for an idiot, her tone icy, "If you so wish to die, then suit yourself."
Saying this, she turned around, sat back down on the velvet chair by the window, and picked up her tall goblet again.
How could a woman like her, with hands stained with countless blood, have any emotional fluctuations over someone else's death?