Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

Under the silent gazes of the crowd, Lynn pressed his palm without hesitation against the surface of the Sealed Object.

Accompanied by a mist-like burst of colorful energy that slowly drifted out of the sphere, countless ethereal particles gathered and disintegrated in the air, dancing gracefully like a docile swarm of bees.

Lynn slowly closed his eyes, allowing that power to invade his brain.

His past life memories were protected by a system, so naturally, there was no concern.

What those people coveted were the memories he had after his transmigration.

Although the system could not influence it, he had another, even more bug-like helper.

The moment the Sealed Object's power invaded the Spiritual World, the anchor mark symbolizing the Eternal Chosen, quietly suspended in Lynn's mind, imperceptibly trembled.

The next second, those colored particles that floated in the air seemed to finally find a target, rapidly coalescing from their dispersed state into a dense whole.

Then, before everyone's eyes, several silhouettes formed by various particles started to emerge slowly within the group of colorful mist on the ground.

Although somewhat blurred, the identities of the figures were clear enough to discern.

With a bit of scrutiny, one could see that it resembled a scene from a dinner party.

Since most of the onlookers were uninvolved, only a rough outline of their figures was sketched, with their faces blurred.

Only two young men present had clear enough forms to be seen.

Upon seeing Dalion again, Marquis Mosgla's heart involuntarily twitched.

Rest assured, Grandfather will avenge you.

He glanced coldly at Lynn, thinking this.

Afterward, the scene crafted out of colorful mist slowly came to life.

A voice suddenly spread throughout the entire Council Hall.

It was Dalion speaking.

"Your Excellency, this represents the sincerity of the Mosgla family," he said slowly, "We hope you can join our alliance and become the leader, guiding us forward."

The words were abrupt, but most people at the scene grasped the underlying meaning.

The Second Prince, Felit, raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

It was clear to everyone that this was the Mosgla family's effort to win over an elector for the Second Prince.

Unfortunately, for some reason, Prince Felit had gradually started distancing himself from the Mosgla family after returning from the border.

Left with no choice, they had switched their support to the Fourth Prince.

However, the efforts they had previously made for him were now vividly exposed in front of everyone.

It was a somewhat dangerous topic.

Although the King's election was in full swing, few dared to discuss it openly, as it was akin to interfering with the future Saint Laurent Emperor.

However, Saint Laurent VI seemed to have no intention of pursuing the matter, his demeanor majestic and solemn, making it impossible to decipher his thoughts.

The conversation in the image continued.

A middle-aged man with a military bearing and a robust stature appeared in the mist; it was clear he was Duke Tierus.

Duke Tierus appeared quite uninterested in Dalion's proposal.

He sipped the wine in his glass and said nonchalantly, "The entirety of my focus is currently on the battlefield at the border. I have no interest in meddling with the King's election. Do not bring up such topics before me in the future."

He looked quite arrogant.

Although no one found Duke Tierus's haughty demeanor improper, for Marquis Mosgla, whose longing for power and status was to the point of being twisted, it felt like a stab to his pride.

He watched the image of Duke Tierus with a cold gaze, silent.

It seemed that Dalion had handled the situation quite appropriately. There was no issue.

Marquis Mosgla had been worried that perhaps Dalion had been too arrogant and thus had offended Duke Tierus, giving him an excuse to kill him.

Now, Marquis Mosgla let go of the last thread of concern he had in his heart.

However, before he could fully relax, the next instant, the scene that unfolded in the image sent a chill through his heart.

Dalion, instead of heeding the words of Duke Tierus, took a step forward.

Although his posture was respectful, anyone could hear the profound meaning behind his next words.

"Duke, to address you as 'elector' does not mean that you truly possess such supreme power."

"The future of this country ultimately still lies in the hands of His Majesty the Emperor."

"Right now, the imperial administrative system is cumbersome and bloated. The rights that should belong to the nobility are constantly being usurped by the Church, which holds them tightly in its grasp. Your visit this time to collect taxes has put you between a rock and a hard place, and I'm sure you must feel this acutely."

Duke Tierus furrowed his brow, "So what?"

"So..." Dalion suddenly lowered his voice, "I believe that the Empire needs a thorough and complete 'change'."

"Change?"

"Yes, change."

"The past has been too dull and weak, even including us... heh, our 'great' Saint Laurent VI, Emperor Calderon included."

"In conclusion, the old order needs to be overthrown, and when all is settled, we will be the greatest contributors to the establishment of the new order."

"Only a prince with great courage and ambition can lead us out of the encirclement and into a brand new era."

"So if you control the King's election, it's like controlling the new era."

"Your Excellency, don't you feel the slightest bit tempted?"

With that, Dalion looked intently at the duke before him.

The duke frowned, just about to say something.

But the next second, a voice filled with righteous indignation suddenly rang out from beside him.

It was a black-haired, blue-eyed youth whose face was flushed red, his wrist trembling slightly in his agitation as if he had heard something that made him extremely angry.

"You...," he clenched his teeth and spoke deliberately, "you treacherous rebel! How dare you insult the great and wise Emperor Calderon!"

"As a noble descendant conferred by His Majesty, bearing the Empire's iron blood and glory, I command you to take back your words immediately, or I will arrest you for treason!"

With that, the youth reached for the gun at his waist.

But Dalion, upon recognizing who was before him, showed no sign of realization and even wore a faint sneer.

"I thought it was someone important, but it's just the 'disgrace of nobility' who's been banished from the Imperial Capital," Dalion said mockingly. "It seems you're still full of vigor even after being stripped of the Divine-given factor."

"Now I can rest assured, and it wasn't in vain that the Mosgla family did all that to your Bartleion family."

"You... what have you all done?"

"What have we done? You seem completely oblivious?" Dalion stepped closer, lowering his voice in front of Lynn, "Of course, it's framing you for being overzealous and reckless, secretly casting a curse on Marquis Bartleion to put him in a coma, and... assassinating your older brother on the battlefield."

"Sometimes, living like cattle in blissful ignorance is the only way to find joy, for, faced with reality, one is bound to suffer immensely."

"Why can't you understand such a simple truth?"

Watching the angry and pained expression on the youth's face, Dalion smiled gleefully.

As he watched the youth slowly raise his gun, Dalion remained unabashed: "Don't forget, your sister is still under our control, relying on supplying blood for the research of the Fourth Prince, barely surviving to this day."

"Speaking of which, the royals, including the one on the throne, are truly indifferent and callous one by one. After all, your Bartleion family has shed so much blood for the Empire, but in the end, you still have to cry for it."

"But even knowing all this, what can you do? Do you still dare..."

"Bang!"

With a gunshot, the scene came to an abrupt end.

"..."

At this moment, the entire Council Hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Marquis Mosgla was somehow standing there unsteadily, already pale and sweating profusely, barely able to stand straight.

Only with the support of Eunice was he prevented from collapsing to the ground.

But at this moment, his mind wasn't on these trivial matters. All his attention was focused on the Sealed Object.

From beginning to end, there was no sign that Lynn's memories had been tampered with.

This meant that this scene was what truly occurred at the time.

But... how could that be?!

He instinctively looked up, only to see that at some point, Saint Laurent VI had been watching him with deep eyes.

Feeling the Emperor's gaze, Marquis Mosgla's brain exploded with the thought:

Someone is out to get me!!!