"Lynn Young Master, Her Highness calls for you."
The next day at noon, a knock sounded at Lynn's door.
His expression was one of impatience as he opened the door with dark circles under his eyes, finding the elderly housekeeper Kasha standing at the entrance.
She remained expressionless as ever, like a robot carrying out its duties.
"I understand."
Yawning, Lynn followed her.
He hadn't slept a wink since returning from the Pantheon last night, pondering how to solve the situation he had encountered.
The crux of the problem was that the Witch didn't seem to want him to become an End Believer.
But if that were true, why did she bother to drag his consciousness across a hundred thousand years?
Simply out of boredom?
Or could it be that when a woman says no, she means yes?
Should he have been more assertive last time?
Amidst the chaotic thoughts, Lynn's face darkened.
He was in quite a foul mood.