Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

"No, dude?"

Lynn was dumbfounded as he watched Duke Tierus pat his buttocks and walk away.

At this moment, only he and Ivyst were left in the room, eerily quiet.

Ivyst was sitting on the edge of the desk, looking down on Lynn from above. Her beautifully booted foot gently lifted and rubbed against his chest, circling back and forth.

Despite her seemingly flirtatious actions, Lynn remained disheartened.

"Your Highness, I..."

"Don't talk." Ivyst's boot tip suddenly touched his heart, as if feeling something, "Your heartbeat seems very fast, are you scared?"

A slight smile curled on her lips.

Seeing Lynn sweating profusely, Ivyst felt a surge of pleasure.

The previous depression due to the potential punishment from Saint Laurent VI had vanished.

However, Lynn couldn't find it within himself to be happy, swallowing his tears.

Was he expected to tell the truth?

"Your Highness, I killed the members of the Heavenly Principle Church for another woman. But don't rush, because that woman is actually you in the future, and strictly speaking, you two are the same person. I hope we can get along harmoniously and lovingly in the future."

Putting aside how he would explain the whole situation,

based on his understanding of Ivyst, the peculiar woman, there was an eighty percent... no, a hundred percent chance, he would make his future self jealous!

It wasn't that this woman liked him so much.

It was due to her pathological possessiveness.

With her personality, could she possibly be friendly with the Doomsday Witch upon knowing her existence?

The thought alone was laughable.

For a moment, Lynn was caught in a difficult situation.

Seeing him seemingly pondering how to bluff his way through, Ivyst was not angry, her lips slightly upturned, "Go, pick up that ring."

The ring had been angrily thrown into the corner by her the night she was coerced by Lynn's suicide threat.

Since then, she never bothered with it again.

At that time, she was convinced that something was wrong with it, thus deciding never to use it again.

However, she immediately forgot her own words from last time.

Maybe it was because the ring's nature was of two opposites.

When the answer was unwelcome, it was considered bad; when used on Lynn, it was deemed good.

Lynn was still thinking about how to make excuses, but when he heard Ivyst's command, he immediately despaired.

After a moment of silence, he sluggishly walked to the corner and slowly picked up the ring... then, with the speed of lightning, stuffed it into his mouth.

He intended to swallow the ring, at least to survive the present predicament.

But the next second, Lynn felt as if he was sinking into a spatial mire, unable to move his entire body.

Ivyst leisurely walked over, as if she had anticipated Lynn's move.

Feeling the scent of roses close to his nose, Lynn wanted to speak, but Ivyst pinched his cheeks first.

"Be good, open your mouth."

Her voice was gentle, but her actions were not.

Under Lynn's gaze, Ivyst extended her fair index finger, seemingly unfazed by the saliva in his mouth, and effortlessly plucked the ring out.

Feeling the fleeting delicate touch on his tongue, Lynn's heartbeat skipped a beat.

At the same time, the muddy feeling around him seemed to lighten.

After all was done, Ivyst casually tossed the ring back into Lynn's hand, "Don't repeat this."

She seemed in a good mood and did not wish to punish Lynn over this trifle.

"And, don't you understand me?" Ivyst slowly walked back to the desk, adding, "The more you want to hide something from me, the more relentlessly I will seek the truth."

"Come here now."

Hearing this, Lynn sighed.

Holding the ring in his hand, he slowly approached Ivyst.

"Tell me," Ivyst said calmly, "Your attack on the Heavenly Principle Church wasn't for yourself, so who was it for?"

Lynn, seemingly reluctant to answer the question, hung his head in silence.

Seeing this, Ivyst didn't hurry, treating it as a private game between them.

She didn't use hypnosis because that would have taken away much of the fun.

"Is the other person a woman?"

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Her eyes narrowed slightly as she asked the question she cared most about.

"...Yes."

After a moment of silence, Lynn chose to answer.

The ring didn't light up, indicating it was the truth.

Seeing this, Ivyst's expression instantly turned cold and distant, "So, just a few days after your master leaves, you are led astray by another wicked woman? I don't recall raising such a disobedient dog."

As she spoke, she gently pressed her boot onto Lynn's shoulder.

Yet, seemingly afraid of hurting him, she only lightly rolled it back and forth a few times.

"Tell me her name."

Ivyst's voice was icy cold.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Hearing this, Lynn drew a deep breath.

"It's you."

Whether he could turn the situation around was hinging on this moment.

Success or failure hung in the balance.

The ring didn't light up.

This meant he was telling the truth.

Seeing this, the tension in Ivyst's eyes instantly eased.

"Because of me?"

Her slight displeasure vanished in an instant.

However, a hint of confusion surfaced in her heart.

"Yes." Lynn decided to seize the moment, "I drove the Heavenly Principle Church to this situation, all because of you, from the beginning to the end."

The ring still didn't react.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

It seemed like this type of rhetoric could fool the ring's lie-detecting function.

"Why?"

Ivyst asked subconsciously.

"Because... those people hurt you."

Lynn answered ambiguously.

His statement wasn't false.

After all, during the War of the Gods, a group of deities had conspired against the Doomsday Witch.

But to Ivyst, it took on a different meaning.

Those people?

She subconsciously recalled what happened at the banquet that day.

Moselle bishop had publicly exposed her identity, drawing fearful glances from everyone present.

Later, when she hypnotized him in the carriage, Ivyst had asked why.

His answer at the time was: "I was thinking how nice it would be to kill all those disrespectful people present."

"But I can't do that, nor can I stand idly by as you are isolated and unsupported, so I had to help you in my own way."

Ivyst initially thought that "his own way" referred to him deflecting the Duke Tierus's questions at the banquet.

But now, it seemed there was more to it.

A ludicrous idea surfaced in her mind.

Just because Moselle somewhat offended her, he, like a mad dog, went on a rampage, causing chaos in the Heavenly Principle Church, and even killed a bishop?

Was all of this really done for her?

Suddenly, an indescribable emotion surged in Ivyst's heart.

Her already slightly heated breath quickened even more.