Chapter 183 The Rebel Ivyst

Late at night, at Bartleion Mansion.

At this moment, inside Lynn's room, the flickering candlelight cast a shadow on everyone's face, all displaying expressions clouded with worry.

Ivyst sat silently by the window, gazing into the pitch-black night sky.

Suddenly, Glaya said with a troubled look, "I never imagined that Lynn himself would turn out to be the Amputator."

As soon as these words fell, everyone's gaze instantly focused on his face, then quickly averted their eyes.

Clearly, no one wanted to pursue that foolish line of thought.

Only Aphia, in her kitten form resting on Eleanor's knees, sighed very humanly: "At this point, it seems you're the only one who hasn't caught on."

"What do you mean?"

Glaya was puzzled for a few seconds.

"Shut up."

Ivyst's cold voice came through, causing Glaya to shrink back like a quail.