But Azephala had not forgotten the corruption inside him. His reflection filled her earnest, sea-blue eyes as she frowned and said:
"But what about the corruption inside you?"
Lynn said, his eyes reddening, "There should be other ways. I'll take my time figuring it out. Several members of my family are Origins, so don't worry. They'll definitely have a way..."
Now it was Azephala who found herself in a difficult position.
Although she had indeed felt deeply resistant when she first learned what that method involved.
Seeing Lynn like this now, however...
She found herself feeling guilty instead.
"My God, what should I do now?"
Bewildered, Azephala asked the voice in her mind for advice.
The hoarse whisper fell silent for a while, then let out a long sigh.
"If he cannot overcome this mental hurdle, let him be. I can look for other methods, provided he can hold on until then..."
Azephala pressed her lips together.
She struggled inwardly.
But in the very next moment, as though she had made some decision, she abruptly raised her head and opened those resolute eyes, as pure as the deep sea.
And before Lynn could even react...
She suddenly leaned down toward him.
And kissed Lynn's screen.
Lynn: "!!!!"
Zuo Zuo: "(ΩДΩ) Aaaah!!"
Everything happened with lightning speed. Wet tentacles unfurled from her body with a rustle, binding Lynn and her together. Her long hair floated up as though she were underwater, and countless blue motes drifted around them-the overflow of magic.
Almost immediately, Lynn felt her mental power invading and permeating him.
She was so decisive.
Tempered by two thousand years of torment from the whispers, her mental power had long since become extraordinarily resilient. Meanwhile, after losing his Death Omen chassis and psionics converter, the giant Lynn-brand refrigerator had been