Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 166: The Confused Saintess

As Tiya threw herself into Lynn's arms, her petite body instinctively tensed.

At this moment, her hands were gently pressed against Lynn's chest, and the distance between their bodies was almost nonexistent. Although her chest wasn’t particularly full, it still formed a beautiful curve as it lightly pressed against Lynn’s firm chest.

The posture was so ambiguous it was practically scandalous.

With just a slight lift of her heels, she could tilt her head up and kiss Lynn’s lips. She could even feel his breath softly brushing past the ends of her hair—so warm and intense.

Then, a faint yet pleasant scent wafted over, like freshly laundered clothes dried under the sun, mixed with a hint of a soothing grassy fragrance.

It wasn’t the kind of perfume-like scent that women typically exuded, nor the pungent smell of cosmetic products. Instead, it was a clean and sunny fragrance, completely different from her stereotypical impression of the sweaty odor that belonged to men.

As a soldier stationed at the Saint Falos Fortress for most of the year, Tiya often accompanied her elder brother Xia in her role as the Silent Saintess. In such harsh conditions, even access to drinking water was scarce, let alone the luxury of water for bathing.

Even Tiya herself would sometimes go three or more days without a bath. Thankfully, thanks to the blessings of the goddess, her unique physique slowed her metabolism significantly, and her body exuded a naturally sweet fragrance.

Whenever she stepped into their tents, the mix of various stenches combined with sweat could nearly make her pass out. Even her elder brother Xia would often return from long missions covered in dirt, emitting odors that made her wrinkle her nose.

This only deepened her stereotype that all men were stinky.

But as the saying goes, “Only practice reveals the truth.”

Tiya had never had the chance to verify this belief firsthand—until now.

And so, this accidental misunderstanding became Tiya’s first real “practice.”

It turned out… a man’s scent could actually be this pleasant.

She subtly twitched her small nose, but then suddenly jolted awake, realizing what she was doing.

A chill and a wave of embarrassment flashed in her eyes. Her hands gripped tightly at the fabric of Lynn’s shirt on his chest, as if trying to suppress the turmoil within her heart.

She couldn’t kill him.

After a long silence, Tiya made this decision.

After all, he had just helped her out not long ago, preventing her brother Xia from misunderstanding the situation unnecessarily.

So, even though she still harbored killing intent towards him, there was no reason to act impulsively.

Even when judging mortals, there should at least be a legitimate reason, right?

And right now, Lynn not only had no faults, but he had even suffered an injury from her reflexive response—an injury that wasn’t minor.

Moreover, this man happened to be a subordinate of the Third Princess, someone highly valued by her.

He had just pulled off an impressive victory and returned triumphant, his reputation at its peak.

Even the scheming nobles wouldn’t dare cross her at a time like this.

Though Tiya held the esteemed position of the Silent Saintess and was one of the most powerful women in the church, in the end, she wasn’t part of the royal family.

And besides, considering Eveste’s strength, she couldn’t act recklessly against this man right now.

Clenching her silver teeth, Tiya spoke in a low voice, “Let me go.”

At this moment, Lynn’s arms were still wrapped around her slender waist, the pose resembling that of perfectly matched dance partners about to twirl to the rhythm of music.

But this only made Tiya feel more uncomfortable.

A surge of guilt toward her elder brother Xia overwhelmed her.

She had been touched by another man.

And in such a shameful position.

She wasn’t pure anymore.

Such thoughts flooded Tiya’s mind, her expression unreadable as she struggled with her emotions.

Fortunately, the next second, Lynn’s warm hand at her waist loosened its grip. She took half a step back, freeing herself from his embrace.

“Sorry, I got carried away,” Lynn sighed lightly, his gaze fixed on the girl before him. “It’s just that holding you reminded me of the past.”

“Back then, you were still—”

“Shut up.”

The Moonlight Staff instantly appeared in Tiya’s hand and was forcefully pressed against Lynn’s throat.

She should have been as emotionless as a doll, yet at this moment, she displayed a rare burst of emotion—cold and furious.

“If you dare spout more nonsense, I’ll kill you right here.”

Hearing this, Lynn lowered his head in silence, looking like a stray dog abandoned with nowhere to go. His dejected appearance seemed utterly pitiful.

That look again!

To Tiya’s horror, a fleeting sense of guilt rose within her heart.

This man’s appearance was simply too deceptive. No matter how stone-hearted a woman was, seeing him look so pitiful would stir maternal instincts.

Eveste was the perfect example of this.

I can’t stay with this guy any longer.

Otherwise, who knows what will happen to my heart!

With her mind in turmoil, Tiya made the wisest decision she could think of at the moment.

She had thought everything tonight would go according to her plan.

But from the moment she stepped onto the balcony, everything spiraled out of control.

Ten minutes ago, she couldn’t have imagined that ten minutes later, she would be held in this man’s arms—and that she wouldn’t end up killing him.

Taking a deep breath, Tiya’s body began to glow softly with a gentle radiance, flickering like candlelight.

When Lynn lifted his head again, the girl before him had vanished.

Her icy voice lingered in the air:

“I swear on the name of the Silent Saintess… the next time we meet, I will kill you, Lynn Bartleon.”

Moments later, the balcony was silent once more, leaving only Lynn standing there, blood still dripping from his chest.

In the end, tonight’s plan seemed to have failed.

Despite all his efforts, he hadn’t managed to establish even the most basic friendly rapport with Tiya.

Instead, he had added misunderstandings and deepened her hostility toward him.

However, was that truly the case?

After a long silence, Lynn suddenly bent down and picked something up from the ground, a faint smile appearing at the corner of his lips.

“Saying you’ll kill me… but in the end, you’re just a sharp-tongued softie.”

As he spoke, he raised the object in his hand to eye level.

Under the moonlight, the liquid inside the bottle emitted a faint silvery glow, looking absolutely exquisite.

It was Moonlight Elixir.

Lynn instantly recognized the origin of this liquid.

This was a sacred medicine exclusively crafted by the Silent Church, produced in extremely limited quantities. Even Tiya, as the Silent Saintess, only had a few milliliters allotted to her.

Yet its effects were nothing short of miraculous.

Unless the injury was instantly fatal or involved irreparable damage like severed limbs, consuming the Moonlight Elixir would heal all wounds instantly, leaving no scars.

In fact, this wasn’t Lynn’s first time using it.

Back when he had first met Eveste, during their “cat and mouse” game, he had been pierced by the blood-red thorns she summoned. To treat his wounds afterward, she had thrown him a vial of Moonlight Elixir.

Although, the dose back then was much larger than the one in this bottle.

It seemed Tiya didn’t want to owe him a favor.

After all, she was in the wrong this time.

He had helped her, yet she had repaid him with an attempt on his life. Where in the world was there such logic?

So, Tiya had decided to address this situation rationally.

But Lynn didn’t concern himself with her reasoning.

Right now, he was faced with two choices.

The first was to accept Tiya’s awkward goodwill, consume the elixir, and thank her properly next time.

The second was to sell it. On the black market, the Moonlight Elixir could fetch as much as 100,000 gold coins per bottle, making it the number one choice for nobles seeking to save their lives.

Gazing at the silvery liquid in the bottle, Lynn’s lips curled into a smile.

He chose option three.

He would stay true to his devoted persona and keep this bottle as a memento, treating it as the first “gift” he had ever received from Tiya. Then, the next time they met, he would casually let this information slip.

As for the wound on his chest...

Lynn didn’t hesitate at all. He pulled a lower-tier healing potion from his pocket and gulped it down.

As the wound slowly began to close, a faint reddish scar started to form.

Rather than erasing the injury completely like the Moonlight Elixir would, Lynn preferred to let this scar remain—

Because it was proof of everything that had happened tonight.

An indelible mark.

No matter how much Tiya tried to convince herself otherwise after returning home, the next time she saw this scar, she would inevitably recall everything that transpired tonight.

Lynn had never feared women hating him.

After all, love and hate were two emotions that could easily flip.

The only thing that truly posed a problem was when a woman felt nothing for you—no impression, no ripple in her heart.

As a pursuer, his priority was to leave a lasting impression on the target, whether good or bad.

And judging by the current situation, he had successfully accomplished the first step.

With that thought, Lynn adjusted his clothing slightly. Looking down at his bloodstained chest, he decided to leave the area for now. With the help of the Deceiver’s power, he would find some unfortunate soul to swap clothes with.

Right now, Eveste’s attitude toward him was rather cold, so she likely wouldn’t ask too many questions.

Holding onto that thought, he left the balcony and made his way downstairs.

He had been away from the banquet for too long; there was no guarantee that Her Highness hadn’t already finished her conversation with Shirlina.

As for what had just transpired, Lynn had no intention of telling her.

Or rather, he didn’t dare.

If that woman found out, he would likely have to endure yet another one of her so-called “sweet punishments.”

Just as Lynn’s mind wandered with these thoughts, as he passed the third floor, he suddenly caught a strong scent of blood coming from deep within the hallway.

It was overwhelming.

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