Because she knew Lynn all too well.
Especially over these past few years, the shadow between his brows seemed to have gradually faded. He seemed to smile more, and clarity and tenderness had returned to his eyes. Yet the more he changed, the more frightened she became, because Zuo Zuo had once told them what she feared most...
What she feared most was that one day, he would suddenly stop being his old cheeky self, stop being calm and cold, and his eyes would fill with tenderness.
Because every time he looked at her that way.
She knew...
That Blockhead of hers was about to do something foolish again.
And this time.
That tenderness in his eyes had lingered, never fading.
"Don't worry, Matriarch. This is our path to victory!"
Lynn smiled, gave her a thumbs-up, and reached out to hug her gently.
"If we win, history will vindicate us. Every stretch of road we're traveling now is a step toward victory. Once this war is over, I still want to share a drink and a laugh with all of you."
"Hahahaha! ヽ(￣▽￣)ﾉ, just casually raised another death flag! But it's fine, it's fine! We're definitely going to win this time!"
He was always like this.
No matter when, he never wanted to show them the gloomy side of his heart.
But as she stared blankly at his retreating back.
The worry in her heart did not lessen at all. Instead, she grew even more uneasy. Perhaps it was that particular sensitivity women possessed, but she had always felt that he and Sir Awen were hiding something from them. Yet she had no idea what it was.
"Faith Power is gathering steadily."
Inside the vast Sanctuary, Sir Awen sat on the lowest step beneath the Throne, his head