Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 51: The Death of Lynn (Part 1)

“Master Lynn, Her Highness has summoned you.”  

Midday the following day, a knock sounded on Lynn’s door.  

Bleary-eyed and sporting heavy dark circles, Lynn opened it to find the elderly housekeeper, Kesha, standing outside. Her expressionless face resembled that of a dutiful automaton.  

“Understood,” Lynn replied with a yawn, following her down the hallway.  

He hadn’t slept at all since returning from the Pantheon the previous night. His mind had been consumed with thoughts of how to resolve the situation he’d faced.  

The crux of the problem was clear: the Witch of the End seemed entirely unwilling to accept him as her follower.  

But if that were true, why had she gone to the trouble of dragging his consciousness across ten thousand years? Was it merely a whim?  

Or perhaps…  

Should I have been more forceful last time?  

His thoughts spiraled, frustration darkening his mood.  

It wasn’t just the failed attempt to rekindle his Divine Factor that irked him—it was her dismissive tone.  

I must become an Extraordinary, Lynn thought grimly.  

To do so, he needed the Witch’s acknowledgment. That meant making an indelible impression on her, ensuring that the name Lynn Bartleon resonated with her across time.  

How do I achieve that?  

The solution lay in altering the events of the present.  

As Lynn had deduced, only by causing significant deviations in the current timeline could he create ripples strong enough to affect the distant future.  

This time, minor changes wouldn’t suffice. Unlike the meager 0.01% deviation caused when he removed Yveste’s mask, he needed a much larger shift.  

Only then would the ripples traverse ten thousand years and reach the Witch of the End.  

But what should I do to achieve that?  

A wild idea flitted across his mind—could he seduce her? Become the only man she ever had?  

No, absolutely not.  

His goal was to escape her clutches, not dive deeper into her grasp. Besides, the most pressing issue…  

I wouldn’t stand a chance in a fight against her.  

Lynn scowled as he followed Kesha.  

Before long, the housekeeper stopped at the door to the Princess’s study.  

After a knock and receiving permission to enter, Lynn stepped inside.  

“Your Highness,” he greeted, bowing politely, his face betraying no emotion.  

Seated at her desk, Yveste looked up from her papers. Her eyes briefly flicked over him before a puzzled expression crossed her face.  

The dark circles under Lynn’s eyes didn’t go unnoticed.  

She wondered what could have caused him to look so exhausted. The manor wasn’t exactly bustling with activity, and he had no pressing responsibilities.  

Recalling the events of two nights ago, Yveste’s expression shifted slightly.  

She guessed that his condition might be related to the Relic she had given him.  

Though she didn’t meddle in her subordinates’ private lives, this seemed to be her doing. After all, the “Relic” in question had come from her.  

Was it really that captivating for men? she wondered, perplexed. It’s just a piece of fabric, faintly imbued with my aura. What’s so special about it?  

Suppressing her confusion, Yveste cleared her throat.  

“Young man, you should take better care of your health,” she said coolly, a subtle hint of disapproval in her tone.  

Lynn staggered slightly as he reached for the door.  

What the hell?!  

Why does she sound like a mother discovering crusty tissues in her son’s room?  

One day… Lynn vowed silently, one day I’ll stuff those tissues in your mouth.  

“What did you summon me for, Your Highness?” he asked.  

Yveste’s demeanor grew serious.  

“Yesterday, it seemed as though you conducted some sort of ritual in your room.” She frowned slightly. “I sensed unusual spatial fluctuations.”  

Lynn, having prepared for this, replied smoothly.  

“I was experimenting with methods to contact a deity, hoping for a chance to regain Extraordinary abilities.”  

His reasoning was solid—it was the truth, after all. Yveste believed him, though she offered a word of caution.  

“Don’t attempt anything so dangerous again. You might attract the attention of some… unspeakable entity.”  

Like you? Lynn retorted inwardly.  

“As for becoming Extraordinary again,” Yveste continued, “go to Milanie later. I’ve had her prepare something for you and arranged for a check-up.”  

Lynn could only nod silently, unable to protest.  

“And one more thing,” Yveste said, her tone brisk.  

“Duke Tyrius has sent two invitations for a charity banquet tomorrow night. You’ll accompany me.”  

“Me?” Lynn blinked in surprise.  

“Incidentally, the Mosgra family has dispatched representatives from the capital to Orne City. They’re clearly trying to win Duke Tyrius’s support for the Second Prince.”  

At the mention of the name Mosgra, Lynn’s eyes narrowed.  

Mosgra.  

He would never forget that name.  

It was the family of Irina Mosgra, the woman who had framed him as the “Disgrace of Nobility.”  

The Mosgra family had thrived over the past year, growing stronger by exploiting the Bartleon family’s downfall. Irina had played no small part in their ascent, bolstered by her connections to the Second Prince.  

It’s time we met again, Lynn thought grimly.  

Noticing his silence, Yveste assumed he was processing the news and moved on.  

“My purpose in Orne City is twofold,” she explained.  

“First, to handle the Creationist Sect—a task nearly complete, save for one missing ancient artifact of considerable power.”  

“Second, to strengthen ties with the Tyrius family.”  

“You’re familiar with the Succession Ceremony and the role of Elector Counts, I trust?”  

“Yes,” Lynn replied cautiously.  

Yveste nodded, her sharp gaze scrutinizing his expression.  

“And do you have any thoughts on the second matter?”  

“Uh… no,” Lynn answered, feigning deep thought before shaking his head in mock dejection.  

What a terrible actor, Yveste thought, suppressing a smirk.  

She briefly considered using hypnosis to uncover his true thoughts but decided against it. It was broad daylight, and the risks outweighed the benefits.  

“Very well,” she said, feigning indifference. “You’re dismissed.”  

“Though… come to my chambers tonight when you have time.”  

“…Yes, Your Highness.”  

After Lynn left, Yveste’s expression reverted to its usual coldness.  

She rose, gazing out the window, her mind preoccupied.  

While the dispute with the First Princess, Shirina, had prompted her mission to Orne City, her real objective was to recover the ancient artifact tied to the Creationist Sect.  

Despite annihilating the sect, the artifact remained missing.  

Something about the situation felt… off.  

Staring into the sunlit landscape outside, Yveste couldn’t shake her unease.  

This isn’t over. Not yet.  

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