Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!-Chapter 295 - 197 Where Did This Come From?!

Chapter 295: Chapter 197 Where Did This Come From?!

Who could have abducted my most adorable dog?

He’s so cute, he must be suffering being out there alone, right?

Thinking about this, the anxiousness and maternal affection she was on the verge of reaching erupted all at once; she desperately wanted her cute little dog back in her arms to spoil.

Ivyst clasped her fair cheeks tightly as a near-moan vibrated from her throat, her emotions almost collapsing.

Everyone thought that with Lynn’s company, she gradually returned to normal.

But this was the most ludicrous misunderstanding.

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Moreover, she suddenly remembered something very important.

The night before leaving Orn City, she had declared to Lynn that she would make him fall in love with her.

Not only that, but in that moment, Ivyst had sealed a kiss on the tip of his tongue, leaving a mark.

This mark suppressed his casual inappropriate fantasies, but they weren’t eradicated—they accumulated slowly and were all released when a certain threshold was reached.

The time on the train when she had used her foot to take care of his needs was perfect proof of this.

And now, it has been a long time since the last release.

Ivyst didn’t know when the next outburst would happen.

She just hoped that her subordinates would find him soon.

After all, her little dog was so cute; no woman in this world could resist falling in love with him.

The possibility of him falling into the hands of some nefarious woman… Just the thought intensified Ivyst’s impulse and desire to destroy all of Glostit.

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Late at night, Elloch Palace.

Saint Laurent VI, crowned and holding the Holy Wand, sat upon his throne like a deity, his entire being emanating a golden luster akin to that of the Holy Spirit Tree, appearing both sacred and majestic.

At this moment, his piercing eyes gazed as if trying to see into one’s soul, looking down at the Palace Count kneeling before him.

“Where is he?”

“Your Majesty, we are still searching, but…”

“But what?!”

“The Silent Saintess, who disappeared with him, is involved with the person mentioned in the rumors. If they want to intentionally hide their tracks, it’s difficult for us to locate them using methods like divination, especially with the urgency of the Moonlight Holy Scripture…”

“Stop feeding me these useless excuses! If you can’t find them within three days, I want to see heads!”

Saint Laurent VI’s voice boomed like thunder, causing the Palace Count to tremble.

To the outside world, the Emperor had just experienced the grief of losing a son, and his extreme actions were deemed somewhat normal due to his unprecedented sadness and anger.

However, for those like the Palace Count who served closely within the court, the situation was not as it seemed.

Throughout the day, even upon receiving news of the Fourth Prince Joshua’s death, he had not detected any change on his Majesty’s face.

Furthermore, even now, he remained concerned about the whereabouts of the rebellious Lynn Bartleion, secretly demanding his capture unharmed.

Yet, to the nobility, Lynn remained a thorn in their side.

Even though they publicly received orders from Calderon, internally they were ever eager to eliminate him.

How could they not fear someone who disregards rules and possesses the power to overturn them?

Now, the factions surrounding Lynn were divided into two: those who wished to save his life, and those who did not want him returning alive.

At this point, it had become a race and struggle between the two powers.

In the end, whether Lynn lived or died would determine the ultimate outcome of this struggle.

“Is there any other news? Give me some good news that I’d like to hear!”

“Your Majesty, after the incident, most of the Transcendents who survived have gone mad, plunging into insanity. It’s difficult to say whether they can be cured, so reconstructing the full picture of what happened last night, aside from the version provided by the Silent Church, remains challenging.”

Hearing this, Saint Laurent VI’s displeasure deepened.

Seeing this, the Palace Count quickly added, “However, the substitute punisher analyzed the remnants of force at the old factory, confirming one thing.”

“What?”

“The power used by Lynn Bartleion originates from the ‘Deceit’ faith and carries a convoluted and obscure aura of fate,” the Palace Count replied respectfully.

“Fate?”

Saint Laurent VI’s expression suddenly froze.

He had assumed the boy would use the core characteristic of the Sealed Object within him, with the help of the Creation Demon Yovilia, to resolve the crisis.

Yet, contrary to his expectations, what he had hoped for never occurred.

Fate, huh?

Saint Laurent VI fell into deep thought, then a cold smile appeared.

That’s really…

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What’s going on here?

Half-awake, Lynn suddenly felt his consciousness separate from his body, floating high above, overlooking a horrifying scene that made his scalp tingle.

The screams and roars of countless deceased, a vortex-like abyss sweeping across the land reaching the sky, rugged massive pillars, and… atop the highest pillar, a demon shadow that blotted out the sun.

Its fiery red eyes seemed to harbor all the world’s rage and cruelty.

“Lynn Bartleion…”

The voice of the King of Cruelty seemed to transcend the boundaries of time and space, branding itself deep into his psyche.

Old Kush?

Lynn took a deep breath.

He had expected, as before, to hear the spiteful and furious curse from Kushustan.

Unexpectedly,

This time, the other party seemed not to lose control of their emotions; the rugged, dark blood-filled gaping mouth slightly curled up in a mocking, sinister smile.

“You think the power associated with Him is so easy to borrow?”

“Foolish human, little do you know, every ‘gift’ from fate has already been marked in the dark—with a price.”

“I look forward to…”

“I look forward to the day when the ‘price’ you must pay arrives…”

This voice, like a deep murmur, seeped into Lynn’s spirit world, making him subconsciously feel a tingling on his scalp, as if ants were crawling all over his body, sending shivers down his spine.

He subconsciously woke up from his sleep and opened his eyes.

Only to find that his back was already soaked with cold sweat.

Damn it.

The distinct echo of a high-dimensional demon, unmistakable to anyone who heard it.

But what on earth was this thing trying to achieve with such dramatic effects?

Had it been offended that it had lost to a mere human twice in a row, and had crawled here specifically along the trail of the Evil curse to utter some fierce words?

But that didn’t quite seem right.

From its tone, the power he had borrowed seemed to originate from the legendary Prisoner of Destiny.

Although he didn’t know what had happened in the past, Kushustan seemed to harbor a certain dread towards Him.

It looked like, the more he borrowed this power, the more he would have to pay back someday in the future.

This was really…

For a moment, Lynn’s thoughts were in turmoil, unsure of what to say.

However, his naturally optimistic nature wouldn’t let him dwell too much on the matter.

After all, he had already offended at least three deities, whether publicly or secretly: the King of Evil, the future Bright Moon Goddess, and the Lord of Billion Stars.

As the saying goes, when one is over-indebted, one more creditor doesn’t matter.

Prisoner of Destiny?

Could it even withstand a few normal hits from Miss Witch?

Lynn rolled his eyes.

Moreover, he had never even seen a deity with this title in the original story; if there was one, it must be some insignificant figure hidden in a corner.

After ending his musing, Lynn then brought his attention back to reality.

Not until then did he start to feel the numbing pain encompassing his whole body, making him frown.

Realizing that even basic movements were difficult for his body, Lynn sighed lightly.

Not being dead was already the best outcome.

It seemed likely that Miss Witch had intervened to save him.

He had no idea how the Princess had negotiated with her or if they had argued.

At this thought, Lynn suddenly noticed a faint, refreshing fragrance beside him, along with a barely perceptible warm breath.

It seemed that there was a woman sleeping next to him.

The Princess?

He felt a surge of heat on the tip of his tongue, as if the lustful mark that had once made him embarrass himself in front of Ivyst was about to flare up.

It was just as he had thought before losing consciousness.

Waking up to a warm bed and a hot-bodied big sister lying next to him taking care of him.

His lips curled into a sly smile, and his sapphire eyes glinted with passion.

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He wondering what reward the Princess and Miss Witch would give him for making such a grand gesture this time.

With that thought, Lynn tried to move his body laboriously in the dark, inching closer to the sleeping woman next to him.

Despite the intense, shattering pain throughout his body, for one used to wearing the Thorny Crown, this pain was bearable.

Some things were more important than others.

“…”

A moment later, when Lynn buried his face deeply into the woman’s bosom, he took a deep breath as if he had finally come to life, thoroughly enjoying his reward after a whole night of struggle.

Lynn thought blissfully.

But in the next second, his expression suddenly changed.

Something was wrong!

This was not the Princess’s scent!

Compared to that aggressive, rose-like scent, this body fragrance was tranquil and understated like an orchid, as if a pair of cold hands were invisibly soothing the unrest at his heart.

Aphia? Milani? Or someone else?

A series of possibilities flashed through his mind, only to be dismissed one by one by Lynn.

In the end, he even suspected Eleanor, but after thinking it through, that seemed off too.

Given Ivyst’s character, would she really let other women swoop in on such a personal occasion?

Please, what a joke!

For a moment, Lynn felt his body tense, his heart pounding.

That’s right.

Looking closely at his surroundings, this place seemed not to be the Bartleion Manor at all; it was not only exceedingly cramped and confining but also exuded a faint smell of dampness and mold.

What on earth had happened afterwards?

Realizing the root of the problem, Lynn instantly lost his fervor.

At the same time, perhaps due to the disturbance he had caused just now, the woman next to him also awoke extremely alertly.

In that instant, Lynn distinctly felt her body tighten to the extreme, as if she had entered a defensive stance.

Yet, unexpectedly, after she woke up, she did not counterattack.

Instead, she seemed somewhat at a loss, her body tense as if uncertain whether to push him away or keep holding on.

The atmosphere became somewhat tense for a while.

After what felt like forever,

a familiar yet frosty pleasant voice, faintly mixed with an undetectable annoyance, drifted up beside him.

“…How long are you planning to stay like this?”