When the familiar Eye of the Soul imprint came into view, a ridiculous thought instinctively surfaced in Lynn's mind.
A similar imprint—he had only ever seen it on Ivyst.
Thus, at this moment, he even suspected that the woman before him might actually be the Imperial Princess in disguise, and he involuntarily sucked in a deep breath.
If that were the case, his life would undoubtedly be doomed.
Flirting with other women, putting on a phony "childhood sweetheart" act full of romantic devotion, *what the hell was he thinking?*
*Was he asking to lose his third leg?*
Just considering the possibility caused his previously high-spirited body to instantly deflate like a punctured balloon.
However, before anything else could happen, Lie Swallowing made the first move.
In mere moments, Lynn felt as though his consciousness was severed from his body, like a soul forcibly drawn out.
*Shit.*
*A reflex—again.*
