Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

"Just knowing this is enough."

The resentful and jealous expression that was usually present could no longer be seen on Ivyst's face.

This even came as a surprise to Saint Laurent VI.

His expression briefly froze for a moment, then he looked profound, his demeanor becoming somewhat meaningful.

"Good," Saint Laurent VI tapped his finger on the armrest of his chair, "As a father, it's enough to know that his daughter is growing well, both in body and soul."

"Moreover, you are right, no one knows what the future holds."

"The King's election has just begun; it's still uncertain who will have the last laugh."

"Even you, who has never been favored by anyone, might have a chance to rise above the rest with his help."

"You..."

"You didn't summon me here today just for these perplexing pleasantries, did you?"

Ivyst finally lost her patience, frowning and interrupting Saint Laurent VI.

She wasn't sure if it was because the mission was completed too perfectly, or if her own changes had exceeded his expectations.

She always felt the old man's attitude had changed.

It was inexplicable.

"It's nothing," Saint Laurent VI slowly withdrew his gaze, "I was just suddenly reminded of your mother."

The moment the word "mother" slipped out, the entire palace was suddenly swept by an unprecedented chill of murderous intent.

"Don't you dare mention her in my presence..." Ivyst's voice was cold and terrifying, "You're not worthy."

With that, she appeared no longer in the mood for any pretense with him, and she maneuvered her wheelchair to leave.

It was unclear what had happened in the past to provoke such a violent reaction from Ivyst.

Watching her slowly retreating figure, Saint Laurent VI remained calm, "Okay, since you don't wish to reminisce about the past, then I won't bring it up."

"If that's the case, let's discuss something that might interest you."

"Such as... the 'wicked' Curse Mark on your face."

As soon as he finished speaking, Ivyst's wheelchair came to a halt.

Moments later, she turned around again, her expression cold as she looked at Saint Laurent VI, seemingly waiting for what was to come.

Indeed, the inexplicable Curse Mark that had accompanied her for over twenty years was why she was always alone and even despised by people.

But for the current Ivyst, this was no longer a concern.

Having spent much time with Lynn, she had developed a habit of ignoring the mental strain.

However, even so, when faced with a future version of her perfect self, Ivyst couldn't help but feel a bit inferior whenever she saw the Curse Mark on her face.

Therefore, deep down, she truly wished to regain her original appearance.

Now, it seemed, there might be a glimmer of hope for change.

Looking at Ivyst's icy demeanor, Saint Laurent VI slowly said, "Not long ago, the Empire discovered a mysterious tomb in an ancient city ruin in the north."

...

"Your Highness?"

Watching Ivyst, who had been silent since leaving Elloch Palace, Lynn called out softly.

Ivyst blinked, and her bright red eyes regained their luster, "What's wrong?"

Still asking what's wrong... Lynn looked at the carriage, and Ivyst's tight grip on the armrest of her wheelchair, puzzled.

In the past, she would probably have opened her arms by now, asking him to carry her onto the carriage.

But for some reason, Ivyst seemed preoccupied with heavy thoughts.

"What did His Majesty talk to you about?"

Lynn cradled her in a princess hold and boarded the carriage.

Eleanor and the servants of Augusta Manor had already left upon Ivyst's orders.

Since the housekeeper Kasha and others had returned to the Imperial Capital, accommodations had been arranged for them in advance.

Now, other than a few maids who accompanied them, there was no one else.

Hearing Lynn's words, a shadow passed through Ivyst's eyes, but she quickly smiled, hugging his neck tightly, "You guessed right."

"That old man truly entrusted me with handling the Punisher, I just need to arrange the manpower myself, and I must handle the backlog of extraordinary cases as soon as possible."

"This process might be troublesome, but you have to help me."

With that, Ivyst suddenly tilted her head back, sticking out her tongue and lightly licking the corner of Lynn's lips.

Though the touch was brief, it left a glistening wet trace.

"This is an advance on your reward."

She flipped her black hair away from her ear, smiling seductively.

Here we go again... Lynn steeled himself and subtly manipulated the controls.

These days spent together, he had grown accustomed to Ivyst's overly intimate behavior.

Named under the guise of fostering feelings with her own little dog.

"You're pressing into me."

"S-sorry."

Within a few words, Ivyst had shifted Lynn's just-formed suspicions onto some irrelevant matters.

She didn't want Lynn getting involved.

...

Having finally returned to Bartleion Mansion, Lynn thought he could separate for a while, so he would have the chance to contact Miss Witch through parchment, reporting his progress with Tiya.

Unexpectedly, Ivyst wouldn't leave his side, having him hold her all the way back to the room.

The moment the door closed, the woman began to move her hand in a strange gesture again, lighting up the Eye of the Soul mark in her palm.

Here we go again!

Lie Swallowing was activated in an instant.

Lynn's body became as if his soul had left his body, sluggish and slow.

Yet his consciousness was extraordinarily clear.

"Hold me and take me to bed."

Ivyst commanded him. Read new chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

Upon hearing this, Lynn, pretending to be hypnotized though not knowing what the woman was plotting, could only comply.

But just as he laid her on the bed, Ivyst swiftly hooked her arms around him, pulling his body down next to hers.

She then mounted him, taking advantage of the lingering effects of the hypnosis.

Her black hair cascaded down, emanating a tranquil and lovely rose scent.

Those bright red eyes were now staring intently at Lynn.

"What is the exact relationship between you and that Silent Saintess, Tiya?"

In that instant, Lynn nearly couldn't control the trembling of his spirit and almost broke out of the Lie Swallowing state.

Damn it!

He had been so cautious.

Yet, a mere one or two inadvertent glances had made her sense something was amiss!

Was a woman's sixth sense this terrifying?

For a moment, Lynn's consciousness shivered.

Fortunately, at this moment, she didn't know that the hypnosis was fake, so Lynn felt he could still manipulate the situation a bit.

"A future version of you once told me…"

Lynn's opening sentence already made Ivyst extremely irritated.

Luckily, in the next second, he changed course.

"This woman, Tiya Yohusti, will become the future Bright Moon Goddess, and she will pose a great hindrance to you."

"To prevent the tragedy that once occurred to you from happening again, I was thinking of trying to kill her before the predetermined future arrives, in order to reverse everything."

"Additionally, in the future, that woman Hillena..."

"Enough, say no more."

Ivyst suddenly leaned down and kissed Lynn, sliding her tongue in and stirring for a while.

At this moment, her cheeks were flushed, whether from not being close to Lynn all day or not wanting to hear about the future.

But knowing he was acting for her was enough.

As for the Silent Saintess… Ivyst was very confident that under her guidance, her adorable little dog would not grow fond of some random wild woman from the roadside.

Damn it... damn it all!

Lynn's consciousness screamed in frenzy, but he couldn't stop the vigorous battle spirit rising from Yun Chang.

Seeming to notice the anomaly beneath her, Ivyst's face revealed a captivating light smile, "Not now."

Once more, she looked into Lynn's vacant eyes.

Because before that, there was something else to be done.

"How do you usually... communicate with that slutty woman?"

Feeling Ivyst's excited gaze mixed with a hint of provocation, Lynn suddenly had an ominous premonition.

She gently caressed Lynn's cheek, her breathing growing a bit more rapid.

"That's right."

"I have something to say to her."

(ps: Actually, this was written long ago, but the backend showed that a part of the plot involves high-risk contents, I've changed it for half a day to no avail, eventually, I had no choice but to delete it, sorry (;′⌒`)...)