Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 175: The Saintess’s First Hypnosis

When the familiar Eye of the Mind Sigil appeared before him, an absurd thought popped into Lynn’s mind.

He had seen a similar sigil only on Yveste before.

For a brief moment, he wondered if the woman before him was actually Her Highness in disguise. That thought alone sent a chill down his spine.

If that were the case, his life was as good as over.

Flirting with other women, acting like some deep and affectionate "childhood friend" archetype, and even putting on a façade of soft-spoken charm?

He must’ve been out of his mind. Did he not want his three legs anymore?

Considering this horrifying possibility, the figurative "commander" in Lynn’s lower regions, which had just been high-spirited, instantly deflated like a retreating soldier.

But before he could delve deeper into his panicked thoughts, his Lie Eater ability activated reflexively.

In an instant, Lynn felt his consciousness separate from his body, as though his soul had been forcibly ejected.

Damn it.

Realizing what he had done, Lynn cursed himself internally, wishing he could slap himself twice.

Fortunately, the next moment, he dismissed the terrifying guess he’d entertained earlier.

This was the Enforcers’ Prison, after all—a facility operating under the authorization of certain members of the Imperial Council. There was no way they would allow Yveste to come for a "visit."

Moreover, based on the earlier interactions and responses, the personality of the woman in front of him was entirely different from Yveste’s.

At the very least, if it were Yveste standing here, seeing him unconscious, she wouldn’t hesitate to pour the Moonlight Elixir into her own mouth and deliver it to him via a kiss. That alone would require divine patience on her part.

With that thought, Lynn let out a small sigh of relief.

Still, the absurdity of the current situation couldn’t be ignored.

How had this woman gotten the Eye of the Mind Sigil?

And why had she chosen to have it imprinted in such a... suggestive location?

Could it be that the Silent Saintess’s true nature was that of a lustful soul trapped by rigid dogma, suppressing herself for so long that she had finally given up pretending?

What kind of absurd adult game scenario is this? Too far-fetched, Lynn thought, shaking his head.

As someone familiar with the original novel, he was well aware of Tiya’s personality, which only made her actions even stranger to him.

On top of that, recent events had been riddled with an uncanny series of coincidences. Lynn couldn’t help but sense that something was amiss.

It was as if an invisible hand—the World’s Will—was subtly steering everyone’s fate, ensuring everything aligned "perfectly."

But that was impossible.

The World’s Will wished for nothing more than his immediate disappearance; why would it lend him a helping hand?

If not the World’s Will, then what else could it be?

For a moment, Lynn hesitated, uncertainty clouding his mind.

But then a phrase drifted into his thoughts, unbidden.

"Everything granted by Fate comes with a hidden price tag."

The words sent a chill down his spine.

However, before he could dwell on the implications, a certain "commander" made another noticeable movement, pulling Lynn back to reality.

Fixing his gaze on Tiya’s slender and elegant legs, Lynn couldn’t help but think that the beating he had just endured was absolutely worth it.

The hemline revealed a form-fitting design, paired with pure white cotton lace trim.

How innocent of you, Miss Saintess, Lynn thought with an inner smirk.

At that moment, Tiya’s hands trembled as she held up the edge of her priestly robe. Her watery eyes shimmered with a mix of shame and nervousness, but she stubbornly kept her gaze locked on Lynn, as if searching for a reaction that matched her expectations.

For someone as reserved and conservative as her, this act alone required every ounce of her willpower.

Tiya didn’t dare imagine what might happen if Lynn wasn’t successfully hypnotized.

Fortunately, this was something Lynn knew how to handle.

Maintaining the state of his Lie Eater ability, Lynn allowed his previously tense arms to go slack, his entire body collapsing against the wall in an almost lifeless posture. His dazed and slow demeanor resembled that of a man who had lost his soul.

For a moment, the room fell into silence.

Tiya’s heart raced wildly.

She had expected to hear something shameful or infuriating from Lynn—words that would make her want to dig a hole and hide.

But instead, his eyes dimmed, and he said nothing at all.

A wild, ecstatic thought surfaced in her mind.

Did… did it work?!

Tiya instinctively wanted to raise her small fist in celebration.

But then, she realized something critical.

The books hadn’t clearly explained how the Eye of the Mind Sigil worked. Tiya didn’t know whether she needed to keep the sigil visible to the hypnotized target throughout the process or if a single exposure was enough.

If it was the former, she would have to hold her skirt up the entire time.

Tiya didn’t dare gamble.

Even though she had successfully hypnotized Lynn, Tiya still held up her robe, allowing her bare, pale legs to remain fully visible to him.

At the base of her thighs, the emerald Eye of the Mind Sigil continued to emit a soft glow.

This wasn’t an extraordinary ability but rather an auxiliary tool, similar to the staff stored within her magical space. This meant she could still use it even within the Enforcers’ Prison, where all extraordinary powers were suppressed.

Additionally, the books she had read explained that this sigil only worked on the first human to see it. That alone had squashed any thoughts of using it on her beloved brother, Xiya.

Besides, her personality wouldn’t allow her to do something so shameless in front of someone she admired.

The room fell into an uneasy silence.

Tiya, staring at Lynn’s sluggish, vacant state, let out a faint sigh of relief.

What’s next?

Oh, right—she needed to start asking questions.

The books said that once hypnotized, a person would enter a completely defenseless subconscious state. At that moment, the deepest, most hidden thoughts in their heart would be laid bare.

Right now, Tiya felt a mix of nervousness and excitement.

The reason she had resorted to such roundabout methods was to confront Lynn’s darkest inner thoughts and crush the inexplicable guilt she felt toward him.

After all, Tiya simply refused to believe that this man was as sincere as he appeared.

Humans, after all, were inherently ugly and detestable creatures.

With this thought, Tiya took a deep breath.

Her original intention was to ask directly: “How many lies have you told me up until now?”

This would lay his true self completely bare.

But for some reason, as the question reached her lips, it unconsciously transformed into something else.

Tiya’s voice wavered slightly as she spoke.

“If you could boast about what happened last night to Xiya, wouldn’t that make you, as a man, feel proud?”

It was a loaded question, akin to throwing a verbal bomb at an enemy: “Your wife is amazing, isn’t she?” The psychological damage was immense.

Even Tiya, in her naivety, understood how men thrived on pride and competitiveness.

Naturally, she expected a typical response from Lynn.

Sure enough, his answer didn’t disappoint.

“Yes, I’d feel incredibly proud—like I’d bested Xiya,” he replied in a dull, dazed tone.

The answer didn’t surprise her. It was exactly what she expected from a man’s despicable nature.

But then, a hint of confusion surfaced in her heart.

“If that’s the case, why didn’t you say anything about what happened last night?”

Still holding up the hem of her robe and feeling the chill on her bare legs, Tiya asked softly.

She initially thought he might fall silent, but quickly remembered this was hypnosis.

Under hypnosis, there should be no hesitation; he was compelled to reveal his reasoning.

Sure enough, Lynn spoke in a low voice:

“If he found out, it would put you in a very difficult position. You’d feel angry and heartbroken.

“And I don’t want to do anything that would make you angry or heartbroken.”

Tiya suddenly felt a surge of absurdity. Her slender fingers instinctively tightened around the fabric of her robe.

“You let yourself be beaten like this… just for that reason?!”

“Yes.”

Tiya’s chest heaved as she tried to process his words. She felt as though her ability to think rationally had been stripped away, leaving her driven purely by emotion. Her voice rose sharply, almost uncontrollably.

“Even if it meant nearly dying here?!”

Her angry and slightly panicked voice echoed through the enclosed room.

For the first time, the hypnotized boy seemed to fall into a brief silence.

Tiya panted lightly, trying to steady the sudden surge of frustration and inexplicable anger in her heart.

After a moment, a faint, wooden voice broke the silence.

So soft, yet it resonated like thunder in her mind.

“To die… would be the most insignificant thing I could do for you.”

[S-tier Storyline Character 'Tiya Yuhesti'] Storyline Deviation has increased to 7.55%.

In the Pantheon.

The Witch of the End, who had been sitting idly on the steps, suddenly snapped back to awareness. For reasons she couldn’t quite identify, she waved her hand and dispelled the shadowy image of the black-haired, blue-eyed boy in front of her.

The next moment, an ominous feeling overtook her. She lowered her gaze to the chains binding her right wrist.

These chains, which represented the authority of the Moon Goddess, had developed an almost imperceptible crack.

Previously, it had been Lynn’s actions in the mortal world that caused this flaw, granting her a fleeting moment of power to possess him.

Though that power was minuscule, it had still been astonishingly potent. Unfortunately, she had nearly lost herself back then.

Now, the chain was once again exhibiting signs of change.

Did he just alter the flow of fate significantly again?

The Witch of the End took a deep breath.

If she could break the chains on her right hand, her authority would recover further. With that, her abilities would far surpass their current limitations.

As this thought stirred her usually calm heart, a faint ripple of emotion emerged from deep within her.

But the next moment, something entirely unexpected occurred.

Pale moonlight cascaded from the heavens like a tide, flooding the Pantheon in an instant.