I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

The door was closed, and the magic locks fell down one by one.

Silence returned to the room.

Lynn's smile gradually faded. He casually tossed the priceless ruby ​​to the ground, his brows furrowing deeply.

These absurd scenes have been playing out every day for the past few days.

By day, Enoria is the high and mighty ruler of the kingdom, dealing with endless political affairs. But by night, she is like a lion that has completely shed its disguise, pouncing on Lynn time and time again.

She makes no attempt to hide her needs.

It could even be said that she developed an almost pathological dependence on Lynn's body.

She needed Lynn's savage, ruthless conquest to fill the immense pressure and emptiness she felt as the Queen Mother.

Lynn did not reject this kind of physical interaction, after all, Enolia was a beauty in the world, both in appearance and figure.

This was the only source of amusement he could find in this closed cage.

But this is ultimately not a long-term solution.

Lynn raised his hands, looking at the magic-suppressing chains on his wrists that shimmered with dark blue runes.

This chain is made of deep-sea silver mixed with high-grade anti-magic stones, and is specifically designed to deal with high-level mages and warlocks.

Once he puts it on, the magic power within his body becomes like a stagnant pool, no matter how he tries to manipulate it, it won't cause a ripple.

"We need to figure out how to get this damn thing off." Lynn tugged at the chain, but it did nothing except leave a red mark on his wrist.

He sighed and lay back down on the bed.

To be honest, he's really bored right now.

Previously, when he was out in the world, he always had to be wary of monsters, the church, and those nobles with ulterior motives.

He racks his brains every day to survive, and meditation is an unwavering habit of his.

But now, there's nothing he can do.

Unable to meditate or cultivate, he could only lie in bed staring at the ceiling most of the time, except for the time he had some fun playing those power and flesh-reversal games with Enoria at night.

Because Enolia certainly couldn't stay in her room all the time; she was the Queen Mother, and she had the entire kingdom to govern.

"How are Anna and Lisa now?" Lynn looked at the mural on the ceiling, the two familiar figures appearing in his mind.

The situation in Holy Song City should be stable for now. With Eve and Nora there, plus Anna's Holy Light power, as long as those old madmen of the Holy See don't come out in full force, they should be able to protect themselves.

His biggest worry right now is Alice.

That silly girl didn't hesitate to overdraw her divine power in order to save him.

“Annihilation…” Lynn gritted his teeth, a cold glint flashing in his eyes.

That level 99 monster was so powerful it was utterly hopeless.

Faced with such absolute power, any calculations and trump cards seem pale and powerless.

If he doesn't improve his strength, even if he manages to escape from this bed today, he'll still be crushed like an insect by someone else tomorrow.

Lynn closed her eyes, forcing herself to calm down.

Don't rush.

Since Enoria now needs him, that's his biggest bargaining chip.

He had to extract enough value from her before she got completely fed up with him.

Whether it's about how to break the magic-suppressing chains or about Alice's whereabouts.

Night falls.

The door to the sleeping quarters was pushed open again.

Enoria walked in, bringing with her the chill of the snow. She looked exhausted, and her delicate features betrayed her barely concealed frustration.

She didn't even glance at Lynn, walked straight to the liquor cabinet, poured herself a full glass of wine, tilted her head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

"What's wrong? Did those nobles cause you trouble again?" Lynn asked lazily, leaning against the headboard.

Enoria put down her glass, turned her head, and stared at Lynn with eyes that were like knives.

“Take off your clothes,” she commanded.

Lynn smiled.

He did not resist, but slowly unwrapped the bandages on his body, revealing his explosively powerful physique.

"As you wish, Your Majesty the Empress Dowager."

Enoria lunged forward and bit Lynn's shoulder.

Fresh blood seeped out instantly.

Lynn didn't cry out in pain. Instead, he grabbed her hair and forced her to look up into those lustful and volatile eyes before kissing her fiercely.

A new round of conquest begins.

After the storm subsided, a rich atmosphere of extravagance permeated the bedchamber.

The scented candles were almost burned out, their dim flames dancing on the candlesticks, casting the two people's shadows onto the wall, where they overlapped.

Enolia lay on Lynn's broad chest like a lazy cat, her long hair scattered on the white sheets, her fair skin covered with red marks.

She closed her eyes, her breathing even, as if in this man's arms, she had finally let down all her guard and burdens.

Lynn had one hand chained to the headboard with anti-magic chains, while his other hand was stroking Enoria's smooth back.

His eyes were clear, showing no sign of sinking into depravity.

"I have something to ask you," Lynn suddenly said, breaking the silence in the room.

Where is Alice?

The moment those words were spoken, the atmosphere in the room instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Enoria's relaxed body suddenly stiffened. She slowly opened her eyes, propped herself up, and looked down at Lynn.

Those eyes, which had been filled with a dazed look just moments before, had now returned to their icy coldness.

"Lynn, do you think that just because you've slept with me, you have the right to ask about other things?" Her voice was filled with undisguised sarcasm and warning.

"Don't misunderstand." Lynn met her gaze and smiled faintly. "I was just concerned about my former employer."

"You still have the mind to care about her?" Enoria sneered, reaching out a finger and pressing hard on the scar on Lynn's chest. "You should worry about yourself first. You'll never leave this bed for the rest of your life."

"Really?" Lynn grabbed her wrist with his other hand and pulled her back into his arms with a little force.

Enoria struggled for a moment, but couldn't break free, so she leaned against him.

“Tell me where she is,” Lynn said in a low voice, his tone leaving no room for argument.

Enoria remained silent for a moment.

Perhaps the lingering feeling from earlier was still there, or perhaps she felt it wouldn't hurt to tell Lynn, but she finally spoke up.

"Royal Mage Tower, top floor."

Lynn's pupils contracted slightly.

The Royal Mage Tower is one of the most heavily defended places in the entire kingdom. Not to mention a living person, even a fly that flies in would be instantly blasted into dust.

"Is she alright?" Lynn continued to ask.

“What could possibly happen to her?” Elolia asked languidly. “She’s a monster who has awakened the authority of a god. Right now, four chief mages are watching over her 24/7, providing her with the best food and drink. Except for not being able to leave that room, she’s living a much more comfortable life than you.”

Hearing that Alice was out of danger, Lynn breathed a slight sigh of relief.

"How long do you plan to keep her locked up?"

“Keep her locked up until she is willing to give birth to the heir to the royal family,” Enoria said coldly. “Her bloodline and her authority are too important to the royal family. Olivier’s sanity is constantly decreasing and he could be swallowed by the abyss at any time. If a new king with the authority to live can be born, the royal family’s rule will be as solid as a rock.”

"You're a madman," Lynn said bluntly. "Do you think the power of a god is so easy to control? Aren't you afraid that one day she'll break the seal and raze your palace to the ground?"

“That’s not your concern.” Enoria sat up from Lynn’s arms and casually pulled a robe over herself. “All you need to know is that this time, she’s definitely not getting away.”

After saying that, she ignored Lynn and went straight into the bathroom.

Listening to the sound of water coming from the bathroom, Lynn's eyes became deep.

Alice is in the Mage Tower, guarded by four chief mages, her power sealed.

This is a dead end with almost no solution.

Even if he were to break free of the magic-suppressing chains and storm the mage tower alone, he would still be doomed. Moreover, there was a level 99 Annihilation mage lurking in the shadows, watching him.

"We need to find outside help..." Lynn muttered to himself.

But in this heavily guarded palace, where could he find outside help? The mysterious nightingale had completely disappeared since the night of the banquet, as if she had never existed.

The next day, during the day.

As usual, Enoria went to handle government affairs, leaving Lynn alone in the bedchamber once again.

boring.

Extremely boring.

Lynn paced back and forth in the room, dragging the heavy chains.

This bedroom is very large, with an extravagantly large bed, a small study, a separate dressing room, and a spacious terrace.

The terrace was sealed off by a powerful magical barrier. From inside, one could see the snow-covered royal city outside, but those outside could not see inside.

Lynn went to the study and began looking through Inotia's books.

He hoped to find some records about the anti-magic stone, or a way to break the runic chains.

To his disappointment, the study contained only obscure political manuscripts, kingdom histories, and some tedious collections of poetry and biographies among nobles.

There isn't a single book about magic circles or alchemy.

"This woman is quite wary." Lynn tossed a copy of "Chronicles of the Kingdom" back onto the bookshelf and rubbed his temples in annoyance.

Without magic, he couldn't even perceive the most basic things. He didn't know how many knights were on guard outside, what the situation was like inside the palace, or if anyone was coming to rescue him.

Time passed by, second by second.

Lynn lay on the carpet, looking at the intricate patterns on the ceiling, mentally rehearsing various possible escape plans, but ultimately rejecting them one by one.

The power gap is too great.

In this world where strength reigns supreme, without power, all schemes and tricks are a joke.

"Am I really going to be a stud here for the rest of my life?" Lynn laughed self-deprecatingly.

Just then, he suddenly noticed that the desk drawer seemed to be locked.

Lynn squinted.

Given Enoria's personality, she would never have put a magical lock on something ordinary; there must be something important hidden in this drawer.

He looked around, broke a metal spike off a decorative vase, and stuck it into the gap in the drawer, attempting to physically break the magic lock.

"Click..."

Just as he was prying it open, heavy footsteps suddenly came from outside the door.

Someone is coming.

Lynn paused, quickly pulled out the metal spike, and casually tossed it into a nearby trash can.

He had just retreated to the bedside and pretended to lie down listlessly when the heavy golden doors of the bedchamber were pushed open from the outside.

Unexpectedly, it wasn't Enoria who entered, but two royal knights dressed in heavy black armor and fully armed.

They carried elegant trays laden with sumptuous food and several bottles of fine red wine.

"Put it on the table and get out." Lynn didn't even lift his eyelids, his tone as arrogant as if he were ordering two of the lowest servants around.

The two knights exchanged a glance. They were the kingdom's most elite warriors, usually respected wherever they went. Now, however, they were delivering food to a prisoner, and this prisoner dared to speak to them in such a tone.

But they dared not retaliate.

Her Majesty the Empress Dowager has issued a strict order that no one is allowed to step into the bedchamber, and no one is permitted to show any disrespect to this man.

Although they didn't know why the Empress Dowager was doing this, the consequence of disobeying orders was a gruesome death.

Suppressing their anger, the two placed the food on the table, left without a word, and locked the door again.