Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

Joshua sighed softly.

He hadn't wanted to resort to this.

But it seemed that without this method, he had no other means to make her make up her mind.

If it hadn't been for his terrifying and detestable older brother, Felit, who had suddenly shown up before he left, talking incomprehensibly, he would have been at a loss for what to do.

Joshua had even asked him why he had done this.

The answer was simple.
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Because it would be very interesting.

After leaving these words behind, Felit had strutted away.

"What are you still dawdling here for?"

Right at that moment, Ivyst's impatient words brought Joshua back to reality.

"Wait a moment, Sister," he took a deep breath, "before we go, there are a few things I need to tell you."

"Speak."

Ivyst watched her slender fingers as she spoke indifferently.

"You seem to have an unusual trust and dependence on Lynn Bartleion and from what it looks like, he always manages to perfectly meet your expectations."

"It's actually something quite enviable."

Hearing this, Ivyst maintained her indifferent façade, but her mood brightened considerably.

However, Joshua suddenly changed the topic.

"Think about it, throughout our journey, everything he did always prioritized the safety of you and those around you."

"It's as if as long as you are safe, everything else could be sacrificed."

"For instance, at Duke Tierus's dinner party, was he really unable to control his anger, which is why he audaciously shot the heir of the Mosgla family? Or was it to extricate you from a difficult situation, or perhaps to seize the chance to befriend the elector?"

"Or take the Wish Jar riot incident. Although we still don't know how he survived, it must have been through great suffering, not something that can be easily glossed over with a few words."

"And then there was that night in the Council Hall, anyone with eyes could see he was trying to bolster your authority by publicly executing Eunice, knowing he could potentially be sentenced to death afterwards, yet he still went through with it."

"The outcome was facing the relentless revenge of the Mosgla family, and the cunning slander by the old men of the Imperial Council."

"Also, I heard that when he was discovered at the murder scene, he had a deep wound on his chest, just inches from his heart."

"What do you think caused that?"

"Some assassin hired by those with ill intentions to stifle his overwhelming presence? Or something else?"

These words caused Ivyst's hand to freeze mid-air.

"What are you trying to say, exactly?"

"I want to say that maybe he indeed has some way to solve this high-profile case that's been unresolved for more than a year in just three days."

"But a person's style doesn't change easily."

"So I suspect, even if he could solve this, he would definitely resort to some extraordinary measures."

"And such methods, just like always, would put him in extreme danger."

"He himself seems unaware because it is a kind of noble and great spirit of sacrifice."

"But you, Sister, due to your over-dependence, even regard him as someone who can answer all requests, so you inadvertently overlook this, feeling that no matter the situation, he has a way to resolve it."

"This distorted and twisted relationship, when you think about it, is really horrifying."

...

When Lynn came to his senses, Ivyst had already freed herself from his embrace and was standing in a corridor not far off.

Because she cared, she made this choice.

Rather than letting him be in danger, she preferred to face the risks and unknowns herself.

Moreover, to remove the Curse Mark on her face, she had already planned to visit the Helimus Mausoleum.

As a Sixth Rank Demigod, her margin for error was much greater than that of a minor Second Rank Transcendent.

"Whether you're angry or helpless, what's done is done." Ivyst smiled lightly, "Don't worry, it's just a small mausoleum. As an Imperial Princess, I've dealt with too many such events since childhood, everything is under control."

You're lying.

With the fluctuation of Lie Swallowing, Lynn instantly judged that Ivyst was not as confident as she appeared.

More so, a picture flashed across his mind suddenly.

In the room, bathed in moonlight, the woman's expression was tragically beautiful, a tear of helplessness vaguely rolling down her cheek, as if she was confiding something to him.

When had this happened?

Lynn pressed his slightly aching head, feeling at a loss with this sudden memory.

But there was no time to ponder such trivialities now.

Having read the original work, Lynn knew very well that the Helimus Mausoleum was an extremely dangerous place, and it should not have emerged in these circumstances.

The only explanation was that the world's will was invisibly manipulating everything.

Even subtly altering Ivyst's decisions.

Now, she hadn't absorbed the core properties of the Wish Jar, which meant she hadn't fallen asleep because of it.

Thus, the corrective force of the world's will was guiding her towards another trap.

The Helimus Mausoleum.

Once inside, Lynn could think with his butt, even if everything was thoroughly prepared, there would be various flaws.