Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 83: Be Good

Seriously, man?

Watching Tyrius Duke pat his backside and leave without a second thought, Lynn stood frozen, dumbfounded.

Now, the room was eerily quiet, with only him and Yveste left.

Yveste sat on the edge of the desk, looking down at him. Her boot-clad foot rested lightly against his chest, slowly rubbing in circular motions.

It was an obviously flirtatious gesture, yet Lynn felt nothing but dread.

“Your Highness, I…”

“Don’t speak.”

The tip of Yveste’s boot suddenly pressed against his heart as if feeling for something. “Your heartbeat seems quick—are you afraid?”

Seeing the sweat beading on Lynn’s forehead, Yveste felt her mood improving.

The low spirits caused by the potential wrath of Saint Roland VI had dissipated entirely.

Lynn, however, was anything but relieved, silently swallowing his anxiety.

Should he just tell the truth?

Your Highness, I destroyed the Divine Order Church for another woman. But don’t worry, because that woman is actually the future you. Strictly speaking, you’re the same person, so I hope we can coexist peacefully and love each other harmoniously in the future.

Setting aside how to explain such an insane story…

Based on his understanding of this psychotic woman, there was an 80%—no, 100%—chance she would get jealous of her future self!

It wasn’t even because Yveste liked him that much.

Her reaction would stem entirely from her twisted sense of possessiveness.

With her personality, how could she possibly accept the existence of the Witch of the End and get along amicably with her?

The very thought was laughable.

Lynn found himself stuck between a rock and a hard place.

As he wrestled with how to bluff his way out of this, Yveste, instead of getting angry, raised an eyebrow and smirked. “Go pick up that ring.”

The ring she was referring to was the one Lynn had used to threaten her into compliance that fateful night. In a fit of rage and humiliation, she had thrown it into the corner, ignoring it ever since.

At the time, she had been convinced the ring was malfunctioning and decided to stop using it. But, as usual, she had forgotten her own words moments later.

It was likely due to the ring’s dual nature—when the answers it provided displeased her, it was deemed broken, yet it worked perfectly fine when used on Lynn.

Lynn had been racking his brain for excuses, but the moment Yveste gave her command, despair consumed him.

After a brief silence, he trudged to the corner, moving deliberately slow as if hoping for a miracle. Finally, he bent down, picked up the ring…

…And, in one swift motion, shoved it into his mouth before anyone could react.

He intended to swallow the ring whole, at least to survive the immediate danger.

The next second, Lynn felt as though he were trapped in a spatial quagmire, his entire body immobilized.

Yveste strolled toward him leisurely, as if she had anticipated his little stunt all along.

As the rose-like fragrance reached his nose, Lynn tried to speak, but her hands were faster, gripping both sides of his cheeks.

“Be good. Open your mouth.”

Her voice sounded gentle, but her actions were anything but.

Under Lynn’s watchful gaze, Yveste extended her slender finger, unbothered by the saliva in his mouth, and effortlessly plucked the ring from his tongue.

The fleeting sensation on the tip of his tongue made Lynn’s heart skip a beat.

At the same time, the oppressive, swamp-like restraint around his body dissipated.

After retrieving the ring, Yveste casually tossed it back into his hands. “Don’t do it again.”

Her mood seemed unruffled, as if she had no intention of punishing him for this minor offense.

“Besides, don’t you know me by now?” Yveste said as she gracefully walked back to the desk. “The more you try to hide something from me, the more relentless I’ll be in uncovering the truth.”

“Now, come here.”

Hearing this, Lynn let out a resigned sigh.

Clutching the ring in his hand, he slowly approached her.

“Well, let’s hear it,” Yveste said coolly. “Your attack on the Divine Order Church wasn’t for your own sake. Who was it for?”

Lynn hesitated, lowering his head in silence.

Yveste wasn’t in a hurry, treating his hesitation as part of their private game.

She didn’t use hypnosis, as that would ruin the fun.

“It’s a woman, isn’t it?”

Her eyes narrowed slightly, posing the question that truly mattered to her.

“…Yes.”

After a brief silence, Lynn chose to answer.

The ring didn’t light up, confirming the truth of his words.

At that, Yveste’s expression instantly turned cold.

“Master leaves for just a few days, and you let some other vile woman lead you astray? I don’t recall raising such a disobedient dog.”

As she spoke, her boot pressed lightly onto Lynn’s shoulder.

It seemed she feared hurting him, as the pressure was minimal, just a subtle grinding motion.

“Tell me her name,” Yveste demanded, her tone icy.

Hearing her command, Lynn took a deep breath.

“It’s you.”

It all came down to this moment.

This was the turning point, the gamble that would determine his fate.

The ring didn’t light up.

That meant he had told the truth.

Yveste’s previously tense expression relaxed instantly.

“For me?”

The trace of displeasure in her demeanor disappeared completely, replaced by curiosity.

But a hint of doubt lingered in her heart.

“That’s right.” Lynn seized the opportunity to press his advantage. “The reason I pushed the Divine Order Church to this point has always been because of you.”

The ring remained unresponsive.

Lynn exhaled in relief.

It seemed this carefully crafted phrasing could bypass the ring’s lie-detection ability.

“Why?” Yveste asked instinctively.

“Because… those people hurt you,” Lynn replied, choosing his words deliberately.

This wasn’t a lie.

After all, in the original War of the Gods arc, the gods had conspired to bring down the Witch of the End.

But to Yveste, his words carried a completely different implication.

Those people?

Her mind flashed back to the events of that banquet.

Bishop Mozel had revealed her identity to everyone, drawing fearful and scornful gazes from the crowd.

Later, in the carriage, when she hypnotized Lynn, she had asked him why he reacted the way he did.

His response at the time had been:

“I was thinking, if I could, I’d have killed everyone at the banquet who dared disrespect Your Highness.”

“But I couldn’t do that. And I couldn’t bear to see you standing there, isolated and unsupported, so I had to help you in my own way.”

At the time, Yveste assumed his “own way” referred to stepping in to shield her from Tyrius Duke’s probing questions during the banquet.

But now, it seemed there was more to it.

A faintly absurd thought began to take shape in her mind.

Could it be… just because Mozel offended me slightly, he acted like a rabid dog, tearing into the entire Divine Order Church, plunging them into chaos, and even killing a bishop?

Could it be that everything he did was all for me?

In that instant, an indescribable emotion welled up in Yveste’s heart.

Her already slightly uneven breathing grew a little heavier, her chest rising and falling with a subtle urgency.

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