I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

On either side of the hall stood two rows of fully armed royal knights, silent as statues, but their eyes beneath their masks were fixed on Lynn on the ground, as if ready to hack him to death at any moment.

And sitting in the elegant seat directly in front of the main hall was the woman who made Lynn grit his teeth.

The Iron-Blooded Empress Dowager, Enochia.

Today, Enoria wore an extremely gorgeous dark red dress, the hem of which spread like blood on the steps of the throne. Her face was pale and sickly, but her narrow eyes burned with undisguised resentment.

At her feet, Alice lay unconscious, her body encased in more than a dozen high-level sealing formations.

"Awake?" Enoria's voice echoed in the hall.

Lynn sneered, "What, Your Majesty the Empress Dowager, you miss me so soon? Haven't you had enough of those nights in the dungeon?"

Upon hearing this, the air in the hall instantly plummeted to freezing point, and the hands of the two rows of royal knights simultaneously gripped their sword hilts, their killing intent soaring to the heavens.

Enolia's eye twitched violently. Lynn's words had precisely struck the wound she least wanted to recall. In the dungeon, she, the high and mighty Empress Dowager, had been humiliated by a prisoner, who had pinned her down on his lap and even made her body react accordingly.

This is the greatest humiliation of her life.

"Your mouth is still so stubborn." Enoria slowly stood up and walked down the steps one by one.

She walked up to Lynn and looked down at the man who was chained up.

“You think that by provoking me, I will give you a quick death?” Enoria suddenly laughed, her smile twisted and cruel. “No, Lynn. Death is too much of a luxury for you.”

Chapter 194 Possession

Enolia's voice echoed in the hall, and two rows of royal knights gripped their sword hilts, waiting for her command to chop Lynn on the ground into mincemeat.

However, Enoria didn't even glance at the loyal knights. She slowly raised her hand, her slender fingers waving lightly in the air, her tone leaving no room for argument: "Remove his heavy shackles and replace them with magic-suppressing chains. Then, take him to my bedchamber. Without my order, no one may set foot inside; those who disobey will be executed."

"As for Alice, lock her in the highest level of the Royal Mage Tower, where she will be personally guarded by the four chief mages. If there is even the slightest mistake, you will all go to hell to be buried with Balk." Enoria coldly uttered these words, flicked her blood-red skirt, and turned to walk towards the back of the hall.

Lynn lay on the ground, a mocking smile playing on his lips. He did not resist, allowing the strangely-looking knights to approach and roughly remove the Starry Mithril heavy shackles from his body, replacing them with a pair of magic-suppressing bracelets and shackles that shimmered with dark blue runes.

Without the heavy shackles binding him, Lynn was finally able to stand up, albeit with difficulty. Although his chest was still in excruciating pain, at least he no longer had to lie prone.

He was escorted by two knights, one on each side, through the palace's intricate corridors.

Half an hour later, two heavy golden doors, carved with rose and wild rose reliefs, slowly opened in front of Lynn.

A rich, luxurious, yet subtly oppressive rose fragrance wafts towards you.

The knights pushed Lynn inside, and then with a bang, the heavy golden door slammed shut from the outside, followed by the sound of numerous magical locks falling. The entire space was completely isolated from the outside world.

Lynn staggered and grabbed a white jade pillar by the door to avoid falling. He looked up and examined the place he had once sneaked into.

It was still decorated in the most luxurious way. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows were completely covered by heavy dark red velvet curtains. There was no magic lamp in the room, only a few scented candles flickering in the dim light, casting long shadows and creating an unusually ambiguous atmosphere.

Footsteps came from inside the room.

Enolia emerged. She had already removed her elaborate, heavy dark red dress and was now wearing only a loose black silk nightgown.

The neckline of her bathrobe was very low, revealing a large expanse of fair and delicate skin and a deep cleavage. Her long golden hair was no longer neatly styled as it was in public, but instead fell messily over her shoulders and chest.

At this moment, she no longer possessed the lofty majesty of her throne, but instead exuded an indescribable languor.

She held a delicate silver tray in her hand, on which were several bottles of potions that emitted a faint green glow, as well as some clean white gauze.

"What? Can't stand up straight?" Enochia walked to a large, luxurious sofa, sat down, crossed her legs, and let the hem of her black silk skirt slide down her thighs, revealing a section of smooth, jade-like calf and bare toes. She beckoned to Lynn, "Come here."

Lynn clutched her aching chest, walked over with a cold smile, and stopped two meters away from her: "What kind of show is Your Majesty putting on? You shout in public that you want to make me wish I were dead, but you dress like this in private... Is the lesson in the dungeon not enough? Do you want me to rub you in the ground again?"

Enoria's eyes twitched slightly, but this time, she didn't fly into a rage like she had in the main hall.

Instead, she suddenly let out a low chuckle.

"Lynn, do you really think I care what those knights and nobles think?" Enoria put down her crossed legs, stood up, and walked gracefully to Lynn.

She was very close, and the fragrance of a mature woman mixed with rose incense kept wafting into Lynn's nose.

Lynn frowned, looking at her warily: "What exactly do you want?"

"Don't move," Enoria commanded, her tone no longer cold, but rather gentle.

She picked up a bottle of green potion radiating a strong life force from the tray, uncorked it, and then personally took off Lynn's blood-soaked, tattered shirt.

When Lynn's scarred chest, with its broken sternum, was fully exposed to the air, Enolia's eyes flickered slightly. She didn't speak, but slowly poured the potion onto Lynn's wounds.

"Hiss." Lynn gasped, feeling a strange pain that was a mixture of coolness and burning.

The effects of the high-level life potion were immediate. His broken sternum began to reconnect at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the blackened blood clots were forced out of his body. The originally fatal injury was healed by more than half in just a few minutes.

Immediately afterwards, Enoria picked up the gauze and skillfully, even gently, wrapped it around Lynn's chest, bandaging his wound. Her fingertips occasionally brushed against Lynn's skin, bringing a shiver of electric shock.

Lynn was completely dumbfounded.

Is this woman insane? She dragged him back, didn't hit him, scold him, or torture him, but instead wasted top-quality medicine to heal his wounds? And even bandaged him herself?

"Are you out of your mind?" Lynn couldn't help but sneer. "Or did you poison the medicine so I could die more gracefully?"

Enoria helped him tie the last knot, took a half step back, and looked Lynn up and down with the eyes of someone eyeing prey, a strange smile curving her lips: "Poison? No, Lynn. That's the kingdom's top-grade 'Desire' potion. It can not only heal your injuries, but also... awaken the most primal instincts in your body."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lynn's expression changed drastically.

He originally thought the burning sensation of the wound healing was a normal reaction to the medicine, but at this moment, the burning sensation did not subside as the injury improved. Instead, it turned into a raging evil fire, rushing wildly towards his lower abdomen along his blood!

boom!

Lynn felt a wave of dizziness wash over him, and an uncontrollable dryness in his mouth instantly swept over his entire body.

His breathing became rapid, and his eyes turned an unnatural red. The wild instincts that belonged to men within him were being amplified wildly by that strange power!

Were you drugged?

And this good thing? !

Lynn suddenly raised his head and looked at Enolia, who was wearing only a black silk nightgown without a bra. Her heavy breathing was particularly clear in the silent bedroom.

Looking at Lynn's aggressive gaze, Enoria showed no fear. Instead, she let out a satisfied sigh and slowly reached out to loosen the belt around her waist.

The belt of the black silk robe slipped off as Enoria's fingers withdrew.

The soft silk slid down her rounded shoulders like a black rose blooming in the dead of night.

Her body, weathered by time, showed no signs of decay; on the contrary, it appeared even more mature and captivating.

The dim, scented candlelight flickered, casting a faint amber glow on her snow-white skin.

That slender waist and full figure were frantically tugging at Lynn's last remaining sanity.

"Drug me?"

Lynn felt the beast within him about to break free of its cage, and a smile appeared on his lips. His face, which had been pale from his serious injuries, was now flushed red from the effects of the medicine, and flames seemed to flicker in his black eyes.

"Your Majesty, your addiction is even greater than I imagined." Lynn took a step closer, the heavy anti-magic shackles making a dull thud on the thick carpet. "What? Didn't you get enough to eat in the dungeon? Now you want to treat me as your private plaything?"

Despite Lynn's aggressive gaze and vulgar words, Enolia did not get angry.

Her stunningly beautiful face, usually so commanding and aloof, was now flushed with a sickly redness.

Instead of backing away, she met Lynn's gaze, turned around, and walked onto the huge round bed that could easily accommodate five or six people.

Instead of shyly covering herself like an ordinary woman, she gracefully climbed into the center of the bed, lay on her side on the deep red velvet duvet, propped her cheek with one hand, and gently patted the empty space beside her with the other.

"plaything?"

Enoria's voice carried an arrogance born of long-held superiority.

Her gaze slid down Lynn's chest, a subtle longing flashing in her eyes.

Enoria had given up pretending. In the outside world, she was the ruthless and cold-blooded Queen Mother; she had to deal with hypocritical nobles, endless political affairs, and the Church's machinations… Her heart was empty, so empty it was almost frozen.

Since being cold-blooded and ruthless cannot fill the emptiness in her heart, then raising a plaything that can completely conquer her body and make her forget all her pain is obviously an excellent choice.

Enoria's fingers traced lightly across the red sheets as she extended her final invitation to Lynn: "Come up here, serve me, make me feel good... perhaps I'll consider sparing your life, or even letting you live a life more comfortable than the king in the palace."

Hearing this arrogant declaration of desire, Lynn's inner lust erupted completely.

"Let me serve you?"

Lynn sneered, then lunged forward and crashed onto the bed!

The bed shook violently, and before Enolia could even utter a cry of surprise, Lynn's hot, explosive body had already pressed down hard on her!

As Lynn moved, the cold, magic-suppressing chains tightened around Ainolia's snow-white wrists, forcibly raising her hands above her head and pinning them firmly against the headboard!

"what."

The icy touch on her wrist contrasted sharply with the man's scorching body temperature, causing Enoria to let out a soft cry.

She instinctively tried to struggle, but Lynn's heavy body was like a mountain, pressing her down and making her unable to move.

“Get one thing straight, Enoria.”

Lynn lowered his head and pressed his face against Enoria's ear, his hot breath spraying onto her earlobe and neck.

“I am not your plaything. On the contrary, you must listen to me in this matter.”

Lynn opened his mouth and bit down hard on Enoria's round, snow-white earlobe.

Enoria's body suddenly arched upwards.

"You dare bite me... I am the Empress Dowager... You are my servant." She rebuked her stubbornly, but there was no trace of authority in her voice.

"servant?"

Lynn looked up at her beautiful face, twisted with lust and anger, as the drug inside him was frantically destroying the rational defenses in his brain.

His only thought now was to let this high-and-mighty, arrogant woman know who was really whose servant.

"Today, I'll show you who is whose servant."

Her hypocritical mask shattered completely at that moment. What ruler of a kingdom, what a high and mighty empress dowager—now she was just an ordinary woman who had lost her composure.

"Now you're crying in pain? Where did that arrogance go, when you told me to come and serve you?"

Lynn was already exhausted. Elolia also grabbed her clothes and left the room.

That's really great.

Lynn was very satisfied.

Over the next few days, Lynn's days were extremely regular, so regular that they were almost absurd.

At dawn, as the first rays of sunlight struggled to squeeze into the extremely luxurious bedroom through the gaps in the heavy, dark red velvet curtains, Enolia was already dressed.

She reverted to her aloof and superior demeanor.

She wore an elaborate, dark gold court dress, her long golden hair meticulously styled in a bun, and a crown of thorns symbolizing the highest royal power. Her exquisite face was expressionless, radiating only the majesty of someone long accustomed to a high position and an inviolable sense of sacredness.

If you ignore the few red marks deep on her neck that haven't completely faded, and the slightly unnatural way she walks, who would imagine that this woman, who controls the lifeline of the entire kingdom and can have tens of thousands of heads roll with a single word, was crying and begging for mercy in Lynn's arms just a few hours ago?

"There are three cabinet meetings today, and I also have to handle the reception of those old fogies from the church." Enoria stood in front of the huge floor-length mirror, with two trembling, head-bowed maids adjusting her skirt.

But after the maid left, she turned around, and when her gaze swept across the spacious room and landed on Lynn on the large bed, a very subtle hint of craving for something more flashed in her cold eyes.

Lynn leaned against the soft pillows, her upper body naked, with a brand new white gauze wrapped around her chest.

The dark blue anti-magic chains on his wrists and ankles clanged dully with each movement.

He toyed with a pigeon blood ruby ​​he had casually pried off the bedside table, looking at Enolia with a half-smile.

"Your Majesty the Empress Dowager is very busy with state affairs, please don't overwork yourself." Lynn drawled, his eyes sweeping unabashedly over the curves of Enoria, who was covered by a long dress. "After all, you need to save some energy for tonight."

Enoria's face instantly turned cold.

"You'd better know your place." She walked to the bedside in her high heels, looking down at him. "You're just a prisoner here, a plaything I keep in this room. Do you think that little thing you did tonight will give you the right to ride roughshod over me?"

"Oh?" Lynn raised an eyebrow and suddenly reached out his hand.

"Splash!"

The magic-suppressing chains were pulled taut. Although his hand didn't touch Enolia, the overwhelming aggression made her instinctively take a half step back.

"Wasn't it Your Majesty the Empress Dowager who told me not to stop last night?" Lynn's lips curled into a wicked smile. "What, now that it's light, you're denying it after picking up your skirt?"

"Shut up!" A flush of annoyance rose on Enoria's fair cheeks.

She took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the pounding in her heart, and gave Lynn a cold glance: "Stay here and don't even think about going anywhere. If you dare to step out of this door, the royal knights outside will chop you into mincemeat immediately."

After saying that, she turned and left, almost as if she were fleeing in panic.

Chapter 195 A Chance to Escape