Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

As a member of the Bartleion family, Eleanor had fantasized countless times about a day like this.

She had dreamed that, after a long period of forbearance and secretly accumulating power, she would finally step onto the stage of Glostit to bring down blood and fire as punishment upon the Mosgla family, her family's sworn enemy.

But she was also very clear that it was just a fantasy.

Given the current state of the Bartleion family, it was absolutely impossible to overthrow a Marquis Family with a Fifth Rank Legend sitting at its head.

Even if she spent her whole life trying, even if she offered her soul to the Evil God, it would be impossible.

So, although she didn't say it out loud, deep down inside, Eleanor had somewhat resigned herself to her fate.

Before Lynn returned, she even felt that she wouldn't be able to survive to see her coming of age ceremony, let alone see her brother again.

That's what she should have thought.

But for some reason, at tonight's banquet, everything was so dramatically unpredictable, constantly stimulating her weak little heart, as if she were on a roller coaster, thrilling to the extreme.

The Mosgla family, which should have been high and mighty as usual, was like a headless fly tonight, thrown into disarray by Lynn, even at a loss.

And now, as the Spiral Spear pierced through Eunice's chest, an electric sensation spread from Eleanor's spine all the way to the back of her head.

She stared blankly at the detestable woman twitching faintly in the pool of blood, and at her indifferent brother in the distance, as if swatting a fly.

For some reason, Eleanor suddenly felt a warmth down below.

The bedwetting habit she had corrected a long time ago seemed to be on the verge of returning.

Or maybe it wasn't the urge to urinate, but rather a feeling of excitement and joy from the extreme stimulation, tinged with a hint of emptiness.

Her face flushed, at this moment she wished she could throw herself into her brother's arms and deeply inhale his scent.

He was… so gratifying, so cool!

Brother!

And it wasn't just Eleanor who felt this way at this moment. When Ivyst lifted the suppression of the power on everyone, all those present came to their senses and stared in disbelief at the chaos before them.

Did he… did he really dare to kill someone?!

Even the usually cold and noble Second Prince Felit couldn't help but widen his eyes after witnessing the scene before him.

Felit had thought Lynn might make a scene or clash with the nobles.

But he had never thought that this guy would dare to kill another Mosgla heir after killing one!

And right in public, in front of Saint Laurent VI!

Did he want the Mosgla family to be left without a successor?

Even the Great Imperial Princess Hillena unconsciously parted her lips slightly, incredulous as she looked at the scene before her.

Xiya, standing to the side, looked coldly at the corpse on the ground, fell silent for a moment, and then said, "What a ruthless guy."

Hearing this, Hillena, who had come back to her senses, glanced at him, "Do you have any suggestions about this person?"

Xiya thought for a moment, then shook his head, "Rationally, with him aiding the Third Imperial Princess, and with her own strength, she could become a force that shouldn't be ignored on the road to King's election."

"If you could ally with her, Your Highness might possess strength surpassing that of Prince Felit."

He didn't beat around the bush but spoke quite openly.

Although he was very displeased with Lynn, he had to admit that the guy had means and strategy, and what was more outrageous was that he used the kinds of low tactics only scoundrels would deploy.

Hillena seemed to hear the underlying meaning in his words and a slight smile appeared on her exquisite face, "Then what about from an emotional standpoint?"

His smile rendered Xiya momentarily spellbound. Explore hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire

Hillena's beauty seemed to transcend material aspects and reach directly into the soul, like a conceptual entity.

This was fundamentally opposite to the essence of Ivyst.

It was no wonder that the two of them were sworn enemies.

"Emotionally, I... do not wish Your Highness to get too close to that guy."

After a long silence, Xiya clenched his teeth, then boldly spoke up.

The look in his eyes, as he watched Hillena, was filled with an intense passion, as if hinting at something.

Seeing this, Tiya by his side, the hint of sadness flickered through her emerald green eyes.

But she quickly composed herself, pretending as if nothing had happened.

Brother Xiya is excellent and won't only belong to her; she had known this from the start.

She thought silently.

However, after hearing Xiya's words, which were almost confessions, Hillena seemed to be in a good mood, her lips curling into a gentle smile, "The Imperial Princess understands."

"Additionally, as for how this little guy will end up, we shall see."

"If he can't even get through this ordeal, then how can he assist little Ivyst?"

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Perhaps her own Rank might not compare to Ivyst's, but this was the Imperial Capital, the Imperial Palace District, the place closest to the Holy Spirit Tree!

As the Emperor of Saint Laurent, Calderon himself could borrow part of the Authority of the Holy Tree, so he would not be weaker than Ivyst.

Not to mention that the Cardinal of the Church of three generations at his side also had various ace cards up his sleeve.

Therefore, high above on the stage, after a brief moment of distraction, Saint Laurent VI quickly recovered his strength from Ivyst's rampant and unruly behavior.

His expression cold, he looked at the scene that had unfolded before him, at the Marquis Mosgla with a livid face lying beside Eunice, and at the lifeless body of the girl.

The next second, tangible anger made the whole space in the hall tremble.

"Bold scoundrel!!!"

Saint Laurent VI clenched the Holy Wand in his hand, his presence as deep and powerful as a mountain, sweeping across like it could completely crush Lynn.

However, as the red glow in Ivyst's eyes sparked like a sky full of stars, the intangible Power of Annihilation easily erased this pressure.

Seeing this, the Emperor became even more enraged.

He stared deathly at this extremely rebellious third daughter, but she sat in the wheelchair, examining her own slender fingers, paying him no heed.

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It was as if she had no interest in everything that was happening before her eyes.

Yet, if anyone dared to make a move against her subordinate, they would face her fierce counterattack.

Should I kill this man?

At this moment, Saint Laurent VI was weighing the decision in his heart.

Previously, he had underestimated this kid's significance in his daughter's heart, thinking him to be a subordinate one could find anywhere.

He did not expect that she would confront everyone present, dragging her exceedingly weakened body fresh from using the Jump Transition Matrix.

Damn brat.

Saint Laurent VI's gaze was filled with indignant anger as he scrutinized the youth before him, momentarily at a loss for words.

In reality, this matter could be dealt with in a big or small way.

On a larger scale, it would be a defiance of the Empire's laws, a provocation to the Emperor's authority—several heads would not suffice for such an offence.

On a smaller scale, it was merely a glorious duel in the spirit of the Empire's ancient traditions, forgotten by most in the current era, but existence is existence.

Therefore, the final judgement of this matter lay solely on a word from Saint Laurent VI.

He had a scale in his heart.

One side represented Marquis Mosgla, the other, Lynn.

On the side of Marquis Mosgla, there were countless chips: the Church, nobility, members of the Royal Family...

This was the fruit of their years of painstaking social maneuvering.

On the side representing Lynn, there was but a single chip.

Ivyst.

Yet even so, the scales now showed a deadlock.

Noticing Saint Laurent VI's hesitation, Cardinal Connor of the Heavenly Principle Church took a step forward from behind.

Just as Marquis Mosgla was preparing to leave, the two had exchanged glances.

Lynn was astonishingly remarkable, they could not give him further opportunity to grow.

Even at the risk of offending the Third Imperial Princess, they had to pin him down permanently today.

Marquis Mosgla had failed, and now it was naturally his turn to make a move, to weigh in on the Emperor's decision, placing the final chip that would break the balance.

What he had to do was quite simple.

Bishop Connor, well-versed in human nature, understood clearly.

The reason that kid had chosen such a moment to erupt in a killing spree was surely not just for the purpose of establishing authority; there had to be another reason.

It was because he couldn't clarify the accusations that the Heavenly Principle Church had made against him.

He had killed one hundred and eight Church Transcendents without reason, and it was unclear how he had escaped from the clutches of Demons, let alone how he survived with the strength of a First Rank Transcendent.

For these points, he had no explanation.

Even if he were to tamper with memories, there would be inconsistencies.

Because a First Rank Transcendent could never survive from a Demon akin to deities—that was an understanding as unshakeable as the truth.

Unless a divine being with strength surpassing those two Great Demons intervened.

However, in Bishop Connor's view, no such being could exist in this world.

Even the Lord of Billion Stars he worshipped would hardly be capable of it.

The sword had already reached Lynn's throat; all that remained was for him to thrust it through.

With this in mind, he slowly approached Saint Laurent VI from behind.

"Your Majesty..."

Looking past Saint Laurent VI's shoulder, his gaze unintentionally met that of the youth below.

Staring into those luminous blue eyes, and the hidden mockery within, Cardinal Connor felt his heartbeat skip a beat before he could speak.

The next second, another unexpected reversal occurred, astonishing everyone present.

Absurd and nerve-racking.

Under Saint Laurent VI's oppressive gaze, Lynn suddenly stepped forward, raising his right hand.

"I accuse!!!"

His voice echoed throughout the entire Council Hall.

Even Ivyst couldn't help but be momentarily stunned.

Truth be told, despite her calm demeanor through the evening, her heart was roiling with fervor.

Every step that Lynn took was not just to vindicate himself, but also to establish her authority.

To make the Third Imperial Princess's reputation resound throughout the Imperial Capital.

This was something they had agreed upon long ago.

Since she could never be as compassionate as the Great Imperial Princess Hillena, nor as wise as the Second Prince Felit, she decided to abandon the two traits she could never achieve.

Sometimes, fear and authority are also essential elements for a monarch to rule a nation.

If she could instill awe in everyone, wouldn't that also be a new path to victory?

That was the direction Lynn had offered her.

Yet the scene unfolding before her now went beyond even Ivyst's expectations.

In an instant, everyone's gaze was once again focused on the young man.

Tonight, he had already given a lesson on raising blood pressure, and now they were curious to see what other tricks the boy had up his sleeve.

Moments later, the youth's resonant voice filled the entire Council Hall.

"I accuse... the Heavenly Principle Church of colluding with the Demon Clan, backstabbing, slaughtering the Empire's soldiers, and attempting to bring about the descent of Demons upon the world by sacrificing Orn City as a price!"

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