Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

When he heard the deviation of the plot drop in an instant, Lynn's heart was submerged in endless anger and disappointment.

At this moment, he was gripping Ivyst's slender, boneless hand tightly, as if using all his strength, pressing it hard against the wall.

This feeling almost made him lose his sanity.

He had repeatedly insisted before he was taken away to trust him.

He had thought that after all they had been through, they had at least developed some basic understanding.
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He had thought...he had thought that the relationship between him and her might have gone beyond that between a subordinate and a boss.

But in the end, this stupid, stubborn, arrogant woman still unflinchingly chose the path that the world's will was pleased to see.

She completely ruined his plan.

This feeling was like having smiled for one's boss and clients all day, working overtime to earn some extra money, then returning home to see his wife showing off a new purse that cost twenty thousand.

He was on the verge of a brain aneurysm.

Lynn took a deep breath.

He was not only angry because the deviation of the plot might affect the future Miss Witch.

More so, it was due to Ivyst's mistrust of him.

This was a very strange thought.

After all, the person he had always been loyal to was the Witch Miss.

But why was he so irritated by the "deception" of this woman Ivyst?

Lynn's palm gradually tightened.

And Ivyst, who was already in pain, suddenly teared up in her eyes.

"Lynn, you're hurting me..."

The Imperial Princess, who was always majestic and stern, sounded almost coquettish at this moment.

After all, she was a girl.

When he heard this, Lynn subconsciously softened his heart and couldn't help but loosen his grip.

But the next second, when he saw a hint of smugness and teasing in the woman's eyes, he burst into anger again.

A Sixth Rank Demigod's physical strength, would she really feel so much pain from a mere Second Rank's pinch?

This lying bastard woman!

Even though Ivyst had offered him a way out, he had no intention whatsoever of lightly glossing over this matter.

Lynn stretched out his hands again and pressed Ivyst's shoulders against the wall with force.

At the same time, he began to speak with an indifferent tone.

"Can't we even have the most basic trust between us?" he tried to contain the anger in his heart, staring into those bright red eyes, "Or is it that you never intended to trust me from the beginning? Huh?"

At this moment, Lynn's expression was very grim.

It was a look Ivyst had never seen before.

Even earlier, when he had confronted her with his own potential death, and even when he had openly discussed the existence of the Doomsday Witch, he had never lost his composure, always exuding a sense of having everything under control.

Only just now, perhaps after hearing Councilman Blake speak of the price he had covered for him, he had shown such a defenseless side.

"Answer me! Do you not believe that I have the ability to solve this?!"

Seeing that Ivyst remained silent, Lynn shook her shoulders forcefully.

Her normally secured black hair, due to the successive shoves and shakes, fell loose and draped over her shoulders.

This also made the Imperial Princess who had previously been dignified and noble look somewhat fragile.

The tables had turned, as if he were in the superior position, scolding the woman before him.

Under normal circumstances, this would have been unimaginable.

Seeing Lynn reveal such an angry expression for the first time, Ivyst was silent for a long time before she gently smoothed her hair by her ears and slowly raised her head.

Although she had always been in the higher position, Ivyst was well aware that her relationship with Lynn had long surpassed that of an ordinary master and servant, with her feelings for him being profoundly deep.

Therefore, even now, being pressed against the wall in an offensive manner by Lynn, she did not feel angry.

Not only that, but she also felt vaguely moved.

Because only those who cared deeply would show such a defenseless action.

She could sense from the slight memories of Lynn's body language, that even though he had lost all memories related to her, he still subconsciously expressed such thoughts.

With this in mind, she retracted her teasing gaze.

"Of course I believe you can handle this," Ivyst said with a faint smile, "as the most outstanding and adorable subordinate of this Imperial Princess, how could you ever lose to those insect-like fellows?"

She slowly raised her hand and gently caressed Lynn's cheek.

Lynn's expression paused: "Then you..."

"Kiss me and I'll tell you."

The Imperial Princess's cool and delicate index finger lightly touched Lynn's lips.

The anger that had subsided inside him flared up again: "Ivyst!!!"

"Just kidding." Ivyst withdrew her index finger at the right moment, "Rather, because I trust you incomparably, believe that you can definitely do this, that's why I made such a choice."

Lynn stared into those bright red eyes, confirming over and over again that she wasn't lying, before he spoke in a low voice, "...Why?"

He couldn't understand.

If she believed he could meet her expectations, why push things to such an extent?

It was no wonder Lynn was so defenseless.

The deviation of the plot he had worked so hard to raise previously had just dropped back down because of one or two seemingly insignificant choices.

Because of this, anyone would be unable to tolerate it.

Hearing Lynn's question, Ivyst gave a light smile, "You can let me go...don't worry, I won't run away."