Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 6: Lynn’s Past

Lynn’s body curled up like a shrimp, lying on the cold ground.

Just moments earlier, the two guards, seemingly acting on Rhine's orders, had one man holding him up while the other punched him repeatedly in the abdomen.

After ten solid blows, he could barely stand, his insides churning.

But a faint, cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

In truth, he’d only put on this pitiful act as a show for his captors.

Lynn wasn’t about to leave his fate in someone else’s hands.

And as he had thought just minutes ago, dealing with someone like Rhine was actually quite simple.

All he needed to do was let Rhine feel as though he were in control of everything.

Lynn’s job was to seize that flaw and deliver a fatal blow.

So far, everything was going according to his plan.

But... it really did hurt.

Lynn thought to himself quietly.

Once the private punishment ended, the two guards propped him back onto his chair, leaving without another glance.

Before long, Rhine returned to the cell.

Looking down from above at the motionless Lynn sitting in his chair, he sneered, “To be honest, I’m in a really bad mood right now.”

“Maurice and his men failed today, which probably means I’ll be facing some punishment too.”

“You have to understand, at the root of it, this is all your fault.” His gaze was full of disdain. “If it weren’t for your stupid resistance, none of this would have happened.”

An odd perspective, as if the victim were somehow at fault.

Lynn didn’t argue, though. Though his face looked weak, he nodded in agreement. “If it weren’t for that one night with your mother, you wouldn’t be here sitting around like some proper gentleman.”

He was trying to provoke Rhine, hoping he would lose his calm judgment.

As expected, Rhine took a deep breath. “It seems that earlier lesson wasn’t harsh enough.”

He turned and left again.

Moments later, another brutal beating awaited Lynn.

...

Why couldn’t people learn their lesson?

Outside the cell, Rhine leaned against the wall, eyes closed, listening to the sounds of punches and muffled groans coming from inside.

Just then, he heard the sound of approaching footsteps from a distance.

Rhine’s eyes snapped open, looking towards the distant staircase.

A group of people entered the underground prison beneath Augusta Manor.

At the front was a long-haired woman in a military uniform, a cloak draped over her shoulders. Her whole presence exuded an air of steely resolve and authority.

She was tall, with a shapely figure, and both dignified and imposing, her long, slender legs encased in knee-high boots.

Like an empress reigning supreme, she intimidated everyone around her.

Unfortunately, a black, patterned mask covered her face, obscuring her features.

“Your Highness...”

Even someone as proud as Rhine couldn’t help but kneel on one knee to greet her.

“Rise.”

The woman, addressed as "Your Highness," stepped past Rhine, walking directly to the cell door.

Upon hearing the sounds from within, her brow furrowed deeply.

“I remember clearly stating that he was not to be harmed in any way before I saw him.”

Her voice was laced with an icy edge.

“My apologies, Your Highness.” Rhine bowed. “But you also granted me some level of autonomy in decision-making.”

“Based on my assessment, if I were to let him see you directly, it could lead to... an unpleasant outcome. So I took it upon myself to ‘tame’ this clever little fellow.”

In Rhine’s view, violence and fear were the best ways to instill submission.

Lynn was no exception.

“A clever little fellow? That’s your assessment of him?”

Upon hearing Rhine’s explanation, her cold voice softened slightly.

“Yes, he’s decent by regular standards, capable enough to be of some help to Your Highness’s cause,” Rhine nodded. “But that’s all, really.”

She paused, then spoke, “Open the door. I want to see him myself.”

...

After the second beating, Lynn didn’t even have the strength to sit up in his chair.

At this point, his hands remained cuffed below the table, his head resting weakly against its edge, utterly drained.

Before long, the door opened again.

He expected to hear Rhine’s disdainful voice once more.

Unexpectedly, what greeted him first was the scent of roses and the crisp sound of a woman’s boots clicking against the floor.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t muster the energy to lift his head.

A moment later, a clear and cold voice rang out.

“Lynn Bartheon, seventeen years old, former student at the St. Roland Royal Academy of the Extraordinary.”

“During your time at the academy, you excelled academically with remarkable talent, rising to a Tier-4 extraordinary rank within just two years of enrollment.”

“Not only that, but you also requested multiple combat applications, passing assessments and earning permission to join the front lines in the Demonic Wars. As a second-year student, you even led a squad of fourth-years in combat, establishing numerous military achievements, earning yourself the rank of Captain at a very young age.”

“You were supposed to become the youngest officer in the Empire’s history, advancing even further with the support of the Bartheon Marquisate.”

“You had a beautiful fiancée, a teacher who cherished you, and classmates who respected you. Your future should have been bright.”

“But ever since that incident, everything was completely destroyed.”

“...”

Lynn remained silent.

Seeing this, the woman with the pleasing voice didn’t seem angered by his lack of response. “Since you’re not talking, I’ll continue.”

“A year and a half ago, during the thirteenth Crusade by the Holy Sword Legion against the demonic forces, you received an order. You and your elite team were tasked with supporting the Legion Commander in an extremely dangerous decapitation mission.”

“After the mission, you thought you saw an opportunity for further victory, so you disregarded orders to return to camp, recklessly advancing deeper into enemy territory for personal glory.”

“Your team members tried to persuade you to turn back multiple times, but you ignored them, gambling the lives of the entire squad on your pursuit of honor.”

“According to reports, your unit was later ambushed by the demons, resulting in heavy casualties, and you alone survived, returning to camp at the cost of everyone else’s lives.”

“Afterward, you faced a military tribunal, narrowly escaping with your life due to your father’s interventions, but you became infamous throughout the Imperial capital.”

“Even your faith abandoned you; the Archbishop of the Holy Order personally stripped away your divine endowment, leaving you a common man, forever unable to tread the path of the extraordinary.”

“Your family labeled you a disgrace, exiling you from the capital to this distant border.”

“Did I get it right... Mr. ‘Disgrace of the Nobility’?”

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