Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

Even so, for a high noble who once sat above the clouds, the loss of the ability to move his lower body was more agonizing than death itself.

Upon hearing Lynn's words, Joshua initially dismissed them with contempt, but gradually, he began to sweat profusely.

Because... there was something unsettlingly reasonable about what this guy was saying.

Not only that, but he also realized something.

Under what circumstances could a kidnapper and their captive converse so calmly?

"You can't kill me, I, I cannot die, the Ruins Plan is still incomplete, I..."

Joshua babbled incoherently.

Damn it!

Where are the substitute punisher and the people from the various Churches?!

The Prince himself is about to be killed by this guy!!!

Realizing his current despair and panic, Lynn glanced at him: "Don't worry, I won't kill you."

For a moment, Joshua seemed to see the glimmer of hope.

However, just as the thought arose in his heart, the next second, it was utterly crushed by the malicious smile that appeared on the other's face: "However, should you 'accidentally' die in the aftermath of my fight with the limb connector, it won't have anything to do with me."

Upon hearing this, Joshua's complexion turned ashen, and then he looked utterly defeated.

The atmosphere plunged into silence.

After an indeterminate amount of time, he looked up again with a resentful gaze toward Lynn: "I am his own son, no matter the reasons, a father seeking revenge for his son is natural and just..."

Revenge?

Maybe.

Lynn was noncommittal.

How much so-called affection and humanity Saint Laurent VI currently possessed was still unknown.

Even if he were to avenge Joshua, it would certainly not be now.

That's because within him, there was an item that was key to his extreme aspirations and even essential to taking that step.

The core property of the Wish Jar.

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If this was the case for the gods, how much more so for Saint Laurent VI?

And should Lynn die, the core property would shatter as well.

Thus, Saint Laurent VI was likely the person, aside from his own close associates, who least wanted Lynn to come into harm's way at this moment.

This was his ultimate trump card.

At that moment, Lynn suddenly sensed a disturbance along the threads at his fingertips.

After choosing the old factory as the final battleground, he had laid down a net with Endless Silk; any living creature entering within five hundred meters would instantly send him feedback.

With this thought, his eyes narrowed slightly.

"It seems we have visitors."

...

"Holy Daughter, have you got any clues?"

On the towering eaves, Sister Louise, dressed in tight leather and fully armed, spoke softly.

Outside, they had to address their official positions, not as casually as they interacted in normal times.

At this moment, Louise was carrying a beheading sword taller than herself, which looked quite out of place.

Behind her were eight other nuns dressed similarly, bathed in moonlight, their expressions filled with pity.

At this very moment, aside from the Silent Church's hunt squad, the substitute punisher, the other two major Churches, and even many nobles' private guards, were all sweeping the city under martial law, searching frantically for Lynn's whereabouts.

They all wanted the Holy Spirit Tree Branch promised by Saint Laurent VI, and they were as desperate as if injected with adrenaline.

After a moment's silence, Tiya, holding a scepter, said softly: "Not long ago, he consumed Moonlight Original Liquid; therefore, with my high affinity with the Moon God's Power, I can vaguely sense his approximate location."

"At this moment, he is probably staying somewhere in the Lower City District, but the exact location will need to be felt once we get closer."

Hearing this, a strange glint fleetingly crossed Louise's eyes.

He?

Although it was just a pronoun, a woman's sixth sense had been triggered.

Combining Tiya's abnormalities over the past two days and her persistent mentioning of that guy, a terrible suspicion began to form in her mind.

With this thought, she furrowed her brows and took a step forward, lowering her voice: "The Moonlight Original Liquid he took, it couldn't be..."

Before she could finish, the puppet-like emotionless girl suddenly changed expression: "It has nothing to do with me, Louise, this matter isn't something you joke about."

But I didn't say anything yet?

Seeing this, Louise's doubts deepened yet further.

Sensing her friend's gaze, albeit in turmoil, Tiya still took a deep breath.

Then, with utmost seriousness and solemnity, she made a vow.

"No matter who it is, for the late Sister Trina, I will personally bring them to justice."

Even if it's that guy... the same!

Hearing this, Louise temporarily set aside her doubts and nodded: "We can't delay, let's set out."