Wizard: Start with Biological Transformation to Grind Experience

Chapter 833: Chapter 11: Reversed Fate

Lynch smiled gently, "No disturbance."

He beckoned to Avery. Avery hesitated as she walked into the room, her movements somewhat constrained, her hands unconsciously twisting the fabric of her clothes, her gaze wandering, and she appeared very nervous.

"What’s wrong?" Lynch asked with concern.

Avery gently shook her head, "Nothing."

As she spoke, she was about to move towards the chair beside her, but Lynch reached out and lightly pulled her over, letting her sit sideways on his lap as she used to. Avery’s body visibly stiffened, her fingers unconsciously tightening.

"What exactly is wrong?" Lynch asked again, his voice softer.

Avery still shook her head, "Really, it’s nothing."

Seeing this, Lynch didn’t press further and instead said, "I was just discussing the matter of crusading against the Freemasonry Church with my companions in the Wizard Domain."

"Oh," Avery responded softly, her eyes lowered.

Lynch was a bit puzzled, "Aren’t you interested in the details? After all, this war is closely related to you."

Avery showed a bitter smile, "Now, I fear I no longer have the right to inquire about these things."

She paused, her voice growing weaker, "Although we indeed reached an alliance before, now... the Wizard Family no longer exists. Let’s consider the alliance void."

Lynch was taken aback, suddenly understanding something. He chuckled lightly and gently stroked her hair, "I see. I wondered why you seemed strange. Could it be standing by my side that stresses you out?"

Avery sighed softly, "Shouldn’t it? Now you are a high-ranking member of the Supreme Council, a powerful wizard at the Rule Level. And I..."

Her expression darkened, her voice barely audible, "I’m just a homeless, downtrodden witch."

Lynch’s gaze softened with her whispered words, like a deep pool dyed by moonlight.

He gazed at the lowered lashes of the person in his arms, his thoughts seemingly pulled back to the distant past.

Back then, she was the much-admired eldest daughter of the Tavendish Family, recognized as one of the most noble jewels in the Ancient Ruins, shining brightly; while he was merely an unnoticed Muggle apprentice from the Mortal World, as humble as dust.

Between them lay a seemingly insurmountable chasm.

Yet, as fate would have it, the positions they once held have completely reversed.

He ascended to the Realm of Rules, ruling over a part of the Witch Domain, while the glory of her family behind her had crumbled, and she herself had endured countless hardships. The trajectory of fate is often unpredictable, filled with a poignant mix of wonder and impermanence.

Lynch couldn’t help but feel a pang of melancholy over the changes wrought by time.

He raised his hand, gently stroking Avery’s slightly messy flaxen hair, the tips of his fingers carrying a comforting warmth, his voice low and sincere, "Don’t say such foolish things."

He spoke softly, "No matter how my position changes outside, whether as an apprentice or a councilor, whether weak or strong... I am still the same Lynch as before. That has never changed."

He paused his words, his gaze deeply meeting her slightly anxious eyes, clearly conveying his intentions, "And my feelings for you have never changed from beginning to end."

This calm confession, as if carrying some kind of strange power, pierced through the invisible barrier Avery had built up due to insecurity and circumstance.

Listening to his sincere words, feeling the familiar warmth from his fingertips, Avery’s tension in her shoulders finally began to ease a bit.

The body that stiffly leaned against his embrace seemed to find some old familiarity and reliance, no longer so distant and tense.

The atmosphere in the room, with that earnest confession, finally eased, like the first thaw of ice and snow.

Avery slightly tilted her head, the corner of her mouth lifting into a long-lost, slightly playful smile, softly saying, "I always thought you were a standoffish, reticent person. When did you... start learning to be such a smooth talker?" Her tone carried a hint of probing for a long-lost familiarity.

Lynch watched the luster return to her eyes, his heart warming slightly, responding smoothly to her tease, "Isn’t this... finally finding a space to perform?"

Avery’s cheeks involuntarily flushed slightly, lowering her gaze in a somewhat embarrassed manner, but the stiff tension had indeed dissipated quite a bit.

She took a light breath, steering the topic back to business, "Alright, enough joking. Tell me about the war, how is it progressing now?"

She paused, her expression turning serious, carrying a weight that had settled through painful experiences, "Our Tavendish, and the Starlight Family, had engaged with the Freemasonry Church for a long time. Although we eventually... failed, we indeed accumulated a lot of blood-earned experience. Perhaps, some of it might help you."

Lynch nodded, this was exactly what he had hoped for, "I was just planning to learn more about it from you."

He then briefly explained to Avery the current advancement on all fronts in the Jade Land, highlighting the remarkably smooth progress since the war began—the Freemasonry Church had not organized any effective resistance, vast regions were seized almost without a fight, a veritable unstoppable force.

However, after listening, Avery did not show any joy but rather became extremely solemn, her eyebrows tightly knit.

She questioned in disbelief, "Are you saying... since the war began, they haven’t dispatched any true elite forces? Those known as the ’Father God’s Blade’ fanatic legions, you haven’t encountered them at all?"

"Not so far," Lynch confirmed.

Avery’s heart sank abruptly, she lifted her head, staring straight into Lynch’s eyes, her voice carrying an unprecedentedly stern warning, "Then you must be very careful. The strength hidden by the Freemasonry Church is far beyond what you currently see. This abnormal retreat surely hides a larger plot."

Lynch’s brows slowly knitted, his fingertips lightly tapping on his knee unconsciously, his gaze deepening, evidently touched by Avery’s warning, leading him into contemplation.

Avery keenly caught the change in his expression, leaning forward slightly with concern, softly asking, "What’s wrong? Did you think of something?"

Lynch pondered briefly, then lifted his hand to draw a line in the air, a faint light flashed, and a small transparent crystal bottle sealed with special runes appeared in his palm, within which lay a wisp of seemingly alive, subtly curled silver hair. This was the strand containing extraordinary spiritual power originally extracted from Lanice.

He handed the small bottle to Avery, his expression grave as he began to explain, "This might be related to your earlier concerns."

He elaborated on the origins of this hair, and how he had sent samples to the Blue Realm Wizard Domain for analysis by Gulwige and to Messiah for faith-level analysis, relaying the similar conclusions both had reached: this spiritual power contained a strong personal mark that could serve as a ’coordinate’ or ’controller’.

Listening to Lynch’s account, Avery’s expression shifted from initial confusion to extreme seriousness, even taking on a hint of a dignified air. Her gaze bore intently upon the sealed strand, as if foreseeing some extremely dangerous omen.

After Lynch finished speaking, she took a deep breath, slowly raised her head, her eyes flashing with both reminiscence and realization, her voice low and clear, "I see... It seems Grandfather’s past analyses and speculations based on some traces... might actually be correct."