Moments later, with her freedom restored, Ivyst raised her hands to straighten Lynn's somewhat disheveled collar, much like a caring wife would.
At the same time, she spoke softly, "Speaking of which, I really am a lousy master, always placing you in the most dangerous situations, getting you all bruised and battered every time."
"If it weren't for that guy's reminder, I might not have even realized this."
...
Time rewinds to last night, at the Bartleion Mansion.
"Solve the case within three days?" In the drawing room, Ivyst's expression was icy, "Who proposed this demand? I'd like to go and ask in person."
Even though she and Lynn had only just returned to the Imperial Capital a few days ago, they hadn't even completed the handover procedures for the Punisher, there was no time to breathe.
Yet these people clung to this point, wanting to punish Lynn severely on charges of neglect of duty.
For a moment, the atmosphere became silent and deadly.