Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 87: Mom!

Orne City Train Station, Early Morning

The station, usually bustling with people, was eerily empty. The atmosphere was heavy, cold, and foreboding.

Two squads of city guards stood neatly aligned on either side of the platform, their uniforms immaculate. Leading the formation were members of the City Council and several local nobles, their brows damp with cold sweat. Glancing nervously at each other, they exchanged uneasy looks, their apprehension mirrored in one another’s eyes.

Soon, the mournful whistle of a train echoed through the air. A luxurious train, emblazoned with the Saint Roland Empire’s coat of arms, slowly pulled into the station and came to a smooth halt.

It’s here!

The officials and nobles tensed visibly, anxiety flickering in their eyes.

Moments later, as the train doors creaked open, a group of stern-faced soldiers stepped onto the platform. Their razor-sharp gazes swept over the assembled crowd, carrying an unspoken threat: one wrong move and you’d be deemed an assassin, cut down on the spot.

Finally, a silver-haired young man stepped off the train. His demeanor was cold and distant. Dressed in an ornate robe embroidered with faint golden patterns, he carried himself with a regal arrogance.

This was Second Prince Felit Roland Alexini—a figure of immense influence and prestige. He was considered the frontrunner in the royal Succession Ceremony, dominating the rankings at the Saint Oak Institution.

The gathered officials couldn’t help but feel their hearts race as they gazed upon him.

The head of the City Council, Lucio Hendricks, plastered a sycophantic smile on his face and hurried forward to greet the prince, only to be stopped by one of the royal guards.

“Your Highness, I am Lucio Hendricks, the Speaker of Orne City’s City Council. May I—”

“Save the formalities,” Felit interrupted, his gaze sweeping over Lucio indifferently. His tone was not harsh but carried a chilling edge. “I have business in Orne City. Treat me as though I’m not here.”

“But—”

“Leave.”

Despite the curt dismissal, Lucio withdrew with a pleased smile, as if being scolded had been an honor.

Ignoring the sycophants, Felit turned toward the train and called, “Are you coming with me?”

After a brief silence, a melodious voice, sweet and carefree like a lark’s song, floated out from inside the train.

“No, no. You go ahead and handle your affairs. I’ll explore the city with Aisha and the others.”

The voice was young and lively, brimming with the innocence of a young girl.

Felit nodded. “As you wish. And, Mother, remember to get along with Yveste.”

The voice inside hesitated for a moment before adding, “Don’t forget to treat your sister Yveste kindly.”

“I know,” Felit replied calmly. “I’m only here to deliver Father’s orders and fetch someone.”

With that, he strode away, surrounded by his guards, and boarded a waiting carriage.

Underground Laboratory

“Lanny-Dora! Please help me!”

As soon as Lynn entered the underground lab, he threw himself onto the floor, clutching Milanie’s slender leg in a melodramatic display of desperation.

Milanie sighed, exasperation flashing across her eyes. “First it was the Water Ghoul Toxin extract, then it was dozens of magical matrix pieces… Do you think I have all the free time in the world?”

Despite her words, she dragged over a battered chair and motioned for him to sit.

Though she appeared to be a scrawny girl with brown, shoulder-length, bedhead hair, her calm and composed demeanor was anything but childish.

If Milanie were a 5’7” tall scientist with long legs and a curvaceous figure, Lynn might have been utterly smitten. But alas, she was not.

Wiping away non-existent tears, Lynn seated himself across from her, taking a cup of tea she handed him. One sip revealed a comforting warmth, its sweetness and smoothness pleasantly surprising.

“Ah, my bad,” Milanie said suddenly, covering her mouth in mock surprise.

“What did I drink?” Lynn glanced suspiciously at the amber liquid in his cup.

“Well, I was too busy running tests this morning to take a bathroom break, so I improvised.” Milanie scratched her head nonchalantly.

Lynn froze mid-sip, his face paling.

Lynn’s jaw dropped.

“Just kidding—it’s barley tea,” Milanie said with a mischievous smile, clearly pleased with her little prank. “So, what do you need this time?”

Letting out a relieved sigh, Lynn replied, “Lately, I’ve been feeling incredibly unlucky. Do you have any potions or relics that could improve my luck?”

He was planning to try drawing a new ability later and wanted every edge he could get.

“You might have a fundamental misunderstanding about luck,” Milanie sighed. “Those so-called luck potions or Felix Elixirs don’t actually enhance your luck. What they do is suppress distractions in your mind, allowing you to think more clearly and make optimal decisions in moments of choice. That’s why it feels like they boost luck.”

“To genuinely alter luck would involve meddling in the domain of gods. Even with centuries of human research, there’s been virtually no progress in that field.”

“As for relics,” she added, “they’re even rarer.”

Hearing this, a flicker of disappointment crossed Lynn’s face.

“But...” Milanie suddenly reached into the front of her lab coat and pulled out an ancient-looking necklace. “It just so happens I have one.”

“Lanny-Dora!” Lynn’s eyes lit up as he eagerly grasped her slender hand.

Feeling the warmth of his touch, Milanie instinctively looked away, muttering, “You do realize my real age is probably closer to your mother’s, don’t you? This behavior is...”

“Mom!”

“...You’re shameless,” she replied, stunned for a moment by his audacity. With a resigned sigh, she handed over the necklace. “Fine, take it.”

The necklace, still warm from the touch of the young-looking genius scientist, had a faint milky scent. Lynn wasted no time and activated his system, ready to see what fate had in store for him.

One minute later, as a new ability appeared in the list, a deep smile spread across his face.

[Name: Heart of the Scorching Dragon]

[Rank: Fourth-Rank]

[Effect: Passive Ability. Your physical strength is subtly enhanced with every heartbeat.]

[Activation Conditions: None]

[Upgrade Points Required: Unable to Upgrade]

With this ability, the issue he’d encountered with the Witch—the limits of his body preventing him from absorbing more Divine Factor enhancements—was now perfectly resolved.

I really am the protagonist destined by fate.

“You look so creepy when you smile like that,” Milanie remarked, resting her chin on her hand as she watched Lynn’s unbridled glee.

“By the way,” she added, “Her Highness Yveste instructed me to hand over ‘1-0106’ to you. If you’ve got time later, come with me to collect it.”

“She really does seem to favor you, doesn’t she? Even gifting something like that...”

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