I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

Lynn followed her gaze.

The platform in the center of the square is almost finished.

A group of soldiers in black uniforms are setting up a cordon around the high platform.

Their breastplates were engraved with the emblem of the Toussaint royal family.

Anna looked at it for a few seconds, then looked away.

"The King of Toussaint will be rescued tomorrow."

Lynn nodded.

Tomorrow, the four-year-old king will stand on that high platform, facing all the survivors of Holy Song City, receiving their blessings.

Anna hugged the cat plush toy tighter, turned around, and faced Lynn with her back to the platform.

"But today is still today."

She reached out and touched the back of Lynn's hand with her fingertips.

"Walk with me a little longer."

Lynn seized the opportunity, closed his fingers, grabbed her hand, and stuffed it into the pocket of his coat.

Anna offered no resistance; instead, she relaxed even more.

The two walked into the crowd side by side.

On this bustling street, they were just two ordinary people.

Lynn's gaze swept over the black-armored soldiers in the square, and then over the golden and white royal flag fluttering in the wind on the high platform.

Let's think about tomorrow's problems tomorrow.

He tightened his grip on Anna's hand in his pocket.

At the end of the market, in front of a stall selling mulled wine, Lynn saw a familiar figure.

Nora sat alone on the bench with a glass of hot wine in front of her, but she didn't touch it.

Her gaze pierced through the rising white mist, also fixed on the high platform in the center of the square.

There's something fishy going on in Chapter 160.

Nora saw them.

She didn't get up, but simply picked up the glass of hot wine and took a sip.

Then she stood up, dusted off her clothes, and walked toward Anna.

"Anna, may I speak to you in private?"

Nora’s tone was calm, but Lynn could tell that this was not an invitation for casual conversation.

Anna released Lynn's hand from her pocket and glanced back at him.

"You can continue browsing."

Lynn nodded.

The two women disappeared one after the other into the alley at the end of the market. Lynn stood alone, chewing the last bite of the sugar painting on the bamboo stick.

Things that need to be done tomorrow can't wait until tomorrow.

He threw the bamboo skewer into a wooden bucket by the roadside and turned to walk in the opposite direction.

The market's liveliness did not diminish; on the contrary, it intensified as darkness fell.

Someone started lighting a bonfire at the edge of the square, musicians tuned their lutes, and several girls ran by hand in hand, laughing, their skirts billowing in the breeze with a faint scent of perfume.

The real event is on the night of Fai Khunjerab.

Lynn weaved through the crowd, turned a corner, left the main street, and entered a relatively quiet cobblestone path.

The light from the lanterns began to thin out from here, and the shadows on the walls grew thicker.

He walked less than two hundred meters and saw Lisa under an old elm tree.

Lisa leaned against the tree trunk, her arms crossed, looking towards the square in the distance.

She wasn't wearing a nun's robe, but a dark-colored belted coat and trousers, her long, silvery-white hair loosely draped over her shoulders, which looked somewhat eerie from a distance.

Lynn slowed his pace and walked over. Lisa's ears twitched first, and then she turned her head.

Where is Princess Anna?

"Nora called me away; it's probably for important business."

Lisa hummed in agreement, then turned her gaze back towards the square.

The bonfire over there was already lit, its orange-red light reflecting off half the sky, and the cheers and drumbeats of the crowd could be faintly heard.

"Why don't you go over there?" Lynn walked over to her and leaned against the tree trunk as well.

Lisa didn't answer until two seconds later.

There are too many people.

Lynn turned her head to look at her, and the light shone from the side, outlining the clean lines of her profile.

Despite being someone who deeply desires to be part of a group, she deliberately adopts an attitude of keeping everyone at arm's length.

"Let's go."

Lisa tilted her head to look at him.

"Where?"

"Let's go to the market." Lynn raised his chin and pointed towards the square. "The Bright Light Festival only comes once a year. Are you planning to stand under this tree until dawn?"

"I don't like crowded places."

"I don't like it either, but the candied chestnuts are pretty good."

Lisa's brow twitched, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she just hummed softly and straightened up from the tree trunk.

"You're treating."

The two walked side by side to the edge of the market.

The festival of Lights at night is a completely different world from that during the day. The daytime is filled with bustling trade and children's laughter, while the nighttime is all about alcohol, music, and firelight.

The bonfire in the center of the square was burning brightly. People were dancing around it, drummers were playing rapid rhythms, and lute players' melodies were floating above the crowd.

The air was filled with the aromas of roasted meat, mulled wine, and pine resin.

Lynn stopped in front of a roasted chestnut stand.

The stall owner was a plump woman; the fire in the stove had turned her face bright red, and the chestnuts in the iron pot were crackling loudly.

He took out two copper coins and bought one portion.

Lynn handed the paper package to Lisa.

Lisa didn't say thank you; she simply took one, peeled it, and popped it into her mouth.

"It's alright, very good."

The two walked along the outskirts of the market. This road was quieter than the main street, with fewer stalls, and most people had crowded into the center of the square to watch the dancing.

Lisa ate chestnuts as she walked, occasionally tossing the shells into a bucket by the roadside.

"You spent the whole day with Princess Anna?"

"Ah."

"happy?"

Lynn glanced at her.

What's the problem?

"It's fine," he said honestly.

Lisa hummed in agreement and peeled another chestnut.

Lynn didn't continue the conversation. He turned in a different direction and led her into a darker side alley.

The alley was lined with closed shops, with only a lantern hanging at each end and the middle section almost completely dark.

But from here you can see the bonfire in the square and hear music in the distance.

Lisa followed her in. There were still three or four chestnuts left in the paper bag. As she was peeling the last one, Lynn suddenly stopped.

Before Lisa could react, Lynn suddenly attacked her mouth.

Her lips tasted sweet, warm, and slightly caramelized from candied chestnuts.

Lisa's first reaction was to push him away.

And she did indeed raise her hand and place it on his chest.

But the light force didn't seem like resistance.

Lynn deepened the kiss, his other hand wrapping around her waist, pressing her against the wall behind her.

The stone wall was cold, and when Lisa pressed her back against it, she arched her back slightly and subconsciously leaned towards him.

A cheer came from afar, probably because the dancing in the square had reached its climax.

The drumbeats were so intense that they drowned out all other sounds in the dark alley.

When Lynn released her lips, Lisa's breathing was already erratic.

Her lips were slightly red from the kisses, and her silvery-white hair clung to her cheeks.

"you……"

She only said one word, and Lynn bent down again.

This time it was deeper than the first time.

Lisa tilted her head back unconsciously.

Footsteps could be heard coming from the alley entrance.

Two drunken men walked past the alleyway, laughing, as the light from the lantern swept across them for a fleeting moment.

Lisa's body trembled violently.

Lynn didn't back away, but instead pulled her half a step into the shadows, blocking the view from the alleyway entrance with his own body. His hand was still on her waist.

The two men didn't even glance into the alley before their footsteps faded into the distance.

Lisa's heartbeat could be heard through her clothes; it was abnormally fast.

Lynn looked down at her.

"Why is the nun starting to tremble?"

Lisa didn't speak; she turned her face away, and even in the dim light, her ears were visibly red.

"Could it be..."

Lynn's voice was very low, her lips almost touching her ear.

"Is this environment more exciting than a normal kiss?"

Lisa's body trembled again.

She turned her head to glare at him, her dark eyes filled with anger and embarrassment.

"No."

Her voice was hoarse.

"It's just... a little..."

She couldn't pronounce the word completely.

"Ok?"

"It's all your fault."

Lynn chuckled softly.