I'm really not a Sanctuary Warlock.

"Does it matter?" Lynn took another step closer, forcing Enoria to the edge of the rosewood desk.

He raised his hands, his heavy shackles snapping out to grab Enolia's wrists with deadly precision, then slammed her against the large rosewood desk.

"Splash."

The bottle of wine on the table was swept to the floor, the glass shattered, and the red wine splattered like blood onto the expensive carpet.

Enoria's body was forced to lie face down on the table, her hands tightly bound behind her back with rough chains, and Lynn's knees were forcefully squeezed between her legs, pressing her firmly to the spot.

"Let me go!" Enoria struggled violently, her long black velvet dress scraping against the table, outlining her breathtaking curves. "No..."

"Scream." Lynn lowered his head, his warm breath spraying directly onto her earlobe. "Scream louder. Let those knights who are loyal to you outside come in and see what position their noble and aloof Empress Dowager is in right now, sprawled on this table."

Enoria's voice trailed off abruptly. She bit her lip, her face flushed crimson. She knew all too well the situation outside. For tonight's "game," she had deliberately sent away all the mages who could enter the tower; the knights outside had no authority to open the tower's gates.

"Not calling anymore?" Lynn's fingertips slowly slid down her spine. "Where did that arrogant, all-powerful demeanor go, Your Highness?"

“You…bastard…” Enoria gritted her teeth, but her voice no longer carried the confidence she had before.

“If I’m a bastard, then what are you?” Lynn’s fingers tightened suddenly, gripping her chin and forcing her to turn her head to look at him. “Enolia, do you really think I can’t see through you?”

"You thought you brought me here to punish me? To watch me rummage through things like a clown?" Lynn's voice was low. "No, you're just scared."

“I’m scared? That’s ridiculous!” Enoria tried to mask her inner panic with contempt.

"Aren't you afraid?" Lynn ruthlessly tore through her pretense. "Aren't you actually most afraid that I'll take the initiative?"

Enoria's breath hitched.

“You’re too tired, Enoria.” Lynn’s voice suddenly softened. “You need an outlet. You need a place where you can let down your guard and stop scheming against anyone, and I am that outlet you’ve chosen.”

"Otherwise what? What use are you?" Enoria turned her head sharply and looked directly into Lynn's eyes.

“Then let’s talk about why you were so excited just now.” Lynn’s fingers slid down her cheek and lingered on her fair neck. “You watched me being cornered, watching me seemingly with no way out, and you felt like you’d rediscovered that thrill of being in control. But what was it really like?”

Lynn suddenly leaned in and bit her earlobe.

Enoria's body went limp involuntarily.

"In reality, you are a woman who craves complete domination."

"While you enjoy the power of being high above others, you also hope that someone can pin you down and tear apart all your dignity."

“Shut up…you shut up…” Enoria’s voice was somewhat panicked.

"If I'm not mistaken, you've been enjoying yourself in the palace these past few days, even though you seem to be resisting."

Enoria's breathing became rapid.

“You just said you wanted me to kneel down, kiss your feet, and admit defeat,” Lynn’s voice suddenly turned cold. “Now, the rules of the game have changed.”

He pulled hard and yanked Enolia off the table.

"Kneel down." Lynn's voice brooked no argument.

Enoria's body suddenly stiffened.

"What did you say?" She turned her head in disbelief and looked at Lynn.

"I told you to kneel down." Lynn looked down at her, his eyes devoid of any warmth. "Right here, in this underground library that contains the kingdom's thousand-year history, kneel down for me."

Enoria's face turned deathly pale instantly.

She was the Empress Dowager, the nominal supreme ruler of this kingdom. In this sacred and solemn place, before the ancient books of countless sages, she was forced to kneel before a prisoner.

This is going to completely trample her dignity into the mud.

Lynn's gaze swept over the towering mahogany bookshelves, some over ten meters tall, and a smile crept onto his lips.

“The environment here is truly wonderful. A thousand years of history, ancient taboos.” Lynn looked at Enoria in front of him. “Your Highness, tell me, if those former kings who founded this kingdom saw their noble queen mother kneeling before a prisoner like a dog, what would they think?”

Enoria's body trembled violently.

Lynn was right.

She's a madwoman at heart.

“Admit your defeat, Enoria,” Lynn’s voice whispered like a devil’s. “Admit you can’t outmaneuver me, and then kneel before me.”

Enoria bit her lip as she looked at Lynn in front of her, at this man who, though bound by chains, seemed to control the entire world.

She knew she had lost, lost completely.

But she, Enochia, would never give up so easily.

“This was supposed to be my punishment for you…” Enoria suddenly laughed. She abruptly raised her head, her hands bursting with astonishing strength as she grabbed Lynn’s collar.

"You think you can make me submit? You underestimate me!"

Before she could finish speaking, Enolia suddenly sprang up from the ground, using the force of Lynn's pull.

Lynn narrowed his eyes slightly. He was not surprised. If the Queen Mother could be so easily tamed, then she did not deserve to live in the Kingdom War.

"What? Are you angry?" Lynn stood still, not even flinching, just staring coldly at her.

"I'll show you who the real master is!" Enoria lunged at Lynn.

She grabbed Lynn by the collar, and the force of the impact sent Lynn flying backward.

"boom!"

Lynn's back slammed heavily against a row of tall mahogany bookshelves. The huge jolt caused several heavy law books at the top of the shelves to fall, landing at their feet and kicking up a fine cloud of dust.

"You think you can break my will like this?" Enoria pressed Lynn firmly against the bookshelf, her beautiful eyes burning with a mad flame. "You think a few words of nonsense will make me grovel before you?"

Her breath was hot, and her ample breasts pressed tightly against Lynn's chest.

"Isn't that right?" Lynn's lips curled into a mocking smile. "How is your current state any different from begging for mercy?"

"You're asking for it!" Enoria was completely enraged, and she directly silenced Lynn's eloquent mouth with her red lips.

This was a kiss devoid of any tenderness.

Enoria's teeth struck Lynn's lips, instantly tasting blood. Like a desperately thirsty desert traveler, she frantically plundered the air from Lynn's mouth, her tongue forcefully prying open his teeth and penetrating deep inside.

But Lynn was never one to passively accept things.

After a brief moment of surprise, Lynn took the initiative.

He suddenly raised his hands, which were bound by chains, and grabbed Enolia's slender waist, pulling her tightly into his arms.

"Ugh..." Enoria let out a muffled groan, but she did not back down; instead, she responded even more frantically.

The two clashed fiercely, just like their every battle in the palace, neither willing to back down an inch, each wanting to completely devour the other.

"Splash!"

Lynn suddenly turned around and pinned Enolia against the row of mahogany bookshelves.

More ancient books fell from the bookshelves with a dull thud.

You're still using your body to compromise with me.

"Shut up!" Enoria gasped, her eyes glazed, but her tone remained firm. "Today, it's my turn to enjoy you!"

She suddenly reached out and roughly tore open the buttons of Lynn's shirt, revealing his muscular chest.

Lynn's eyes darkened completely.

Since this woman wants to play games, he'll play along to the end.

……

In the underground library of the Royal Mage Tower, which contains the kingdom's thousand-year history and represents the highest wisdom and magical secrets, a most primitive and chaotic war officially begins.

The surrounding area was littered with ancient forbidden magic arrays and ancient sages' manuscripts, and the air was filled with the smell of old parchment and magic potions.

And within this sacred and solemn atmosphere, the kingdom's nominal supreme ruler was being held down on a bookshelf.

"Lynn...you...bastard..."

Enoria tried to maintain the last shred of dignity with the majesty of the Empress Dowager, but every time she spoke, her voice became faint and fragmented.

When the last bit of strength was drained, the surroundings were a mess.

Countless precious ancient books were trampled underfoot, velvet dresses were piled up on the ground in wrinkles, and a rich aroma filled the air.

Lynn stood there, looking at Enoria, who was slumped on the ground, without a trace of pity in his eyes.

He bent down, picked up the torn shirt from the ground, and slowly put it on.

Then, he turned around and walked towards the rosewood desk.

“Your Highness.” Lynn picked up the scroll of “The Earth Scroll” from the table, turned to look at the woman on the ground who was still panting heavily, and his voice regained its previous rationality.

"We should get down to business."

Enoria collapsed onto the cold marble floor, her black velvet dress scattered messily, unable to conceal large expanses of her snow-white skin.

Hearing Lynn's voice, she was instantly pulled back to reality from that extreme state of despair.

She propped herself up with her aching arms and struggled to sit up from the ground, casually straightening her clothes.

"Serious business?" Enoria's voice was a little hoarse. She looked at Lynn, who was already dressed, and a mocking smile appeared on her lips. "What? Now you want to use this scroll to exchange for your freedom?"

She gave a cold laugh and shakily stood up, leaning on the bookshelf for support.

“Lynn, I admit you’re quite the ladies’ man in bed, and you’re certainly clever. But aren’t you being a bit too naive?” Enochia reverted to her haughty demeanor, even in her current disheveled state. “You think you can just pull out some ancient fragment and I’ll let you go?”

She walked to the desk, unabashedly picked up the broken glass base, filled it with the remaining red wine, and drank it all in one gulp.

“If this thing were complete, I might consider it, but it’s just a fragment. At most, it’s a slightly more advanced earth spell. What use could it be?” Enoria stared at the “Earth Scroll” in Lynn’s hand, her eyes full of contempt.

“This thing really can’t deal with Holy Song City.” Lynn placed his hands on the table. “Because its true purpose is to manipulate the ley lines.”

Enoria's expression changed slightly. As the supreme ruler of the kingdom, she certainly knew what ley lines meant. The entire defensive array of the royal city, and even the entire kingdom's magic cycle, were built on ley lines.

“Although this fragment is incomplete and cannot seal off an entire city,” Lynn said, tapping his fingers lightly on the table, “it can still cause ley line disturbances.”

Enoria's pupils contracted sharply: "What do you want to do?"

“Your greatest enemy right now is not Holy Song City, nor am I,” Lynn said in a deep, seductive voice, “but those restless nobles under your command.”

Enolia fell silent.

She knew Lynn was right; although the Northern Chamber of Commerce had been scammed, it was only part of the aristocratic power.

Those truly established noble families were all secretly observing, ready to take a bite out of the royal family when it was weak.

“The independence of Holy Song City is just a trigger,” Lynn continued. “If you send troops to suppress it now, you will not only get bogged down in a quagmire, but you will also leave the capital city vulnerable, giving those nobles an opportunity to take advantage of the situation.”

“So?” Enoria looked at him coldly. “You want me to use this scroll to deal with those nobles?”

“That’s right.” Lynn snapped his fingers. “Give this to your trusted mages and have them set up nodes beneath those unruly noble territories. They don’t need to actually detonate them; just make them sense the abnormal fluctuations in the ley lines…”

Lynn didn't finish his sentence, but Enochia already understood what he meant.

For nobles who own vast estates and private mage towers, the stability of the ley lines is their lifeline. If the ley lines are damaged, their defense system will collapse, and even the family's inherited magic arrays will be destroyed.

This is blatant intimidation.

“What about Holy Song City?” Enoria asked through gritted teeth. “Are we just going to let them declare themselves kings there? What will become of the royal family’s reputation?”

“You don’t need to worry about the problems of Holy Song City.” Lynn turned around and looked at the tightly closed wooden door at the entrance to the library. “I will take care of it myself when spring comes and the snow melts.”

Enoria was stunned: "You're going to handle it? What makes you think you can?"

“Based on my understanding of them,” Lynn turned to look at Enoria. “The goal of Holy Song City has never been to overthrow the royal family. They are just a group of ordinary people who want to live and want freedom.”

"Freedom? In this world, freedom is the most expensive luxury." Enoria scoffed.

“Therefore, as long as the royal family doesn’t interfere and doesn’t send those bloodsucking nobles to exploit them, Holy Song City is perfectly manageable.” Lynn’s tone was firm. “They can become the royal family’s strongest bulwark, not their enemy.”

Enoria stared intently at Lynn, as if trying to find a flaw in his face.

Are you trying to negotiate with me?

“I’m showing you the right path.” Lynn shook the magic-suppressing chain on his wrist. “Of course, the premise is that we have to wait until spring.”

Chapter 200 Eager to Return Home

"The snow outside has stopped."

Enolia stood before the luxurious floor-to-ceiling windows, holding a glass of wine. She wore a thin black silk robe, the neckline slightly open, revealing a large expanse of snow-white skin.

Outside the window, the snow in the capital city was melting at a visible speed under the sun. The long, seemingly endless winter had finally come to an end amidst the power struggles and insatiable desires.