Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 69: What Is She… Trying to Do?

Although Yveste often favored starting with abrupt moves, after spending considerable time with her recently, Lynn had gradually adapted to reacting in time.

The moment he heard her speak, he immediately prepared himself to activate the Lie Eater.

The familiar, strange sensation of stiffness spread through his body, and Lynn once again entered the bizarre state of an out-of-body experience.

“…”

Gazing at the stunned raven-masked youth, a complicated emotion flickered in Yveste’s crimson eyes. She remained silent for a long time.

After a brief pause, she suddenly stood up, moved closer to Lynn, leaned down, and gently removed the mask from his face.

The boy’s handsome features were revealed before her.

Feeling the close proximity between the two of them, Lynn’s heart skipped a beat.

At this moment, Yveste’s sweet breath, as fragrant as orchids and musk, lightly brushed against his face, making his thoughts run wild.

Yet she seemed entirely unaware of the effect she was having.

Or perhaps, in her mind, given that he was under hypnosis, he wouldn’t notice anything no matter what she did.

But for Lynn, this was pure torment.

Catching a fleeting glimpse of the snow-white curve visible just beneath Yveste’s collar, he nearly failed to maintain the Lie Eater disguise.

Worse still, Lynn suddenly felt a peculiar illusion—

Why does her posture… look like she’s about to kiss me?

Lynn thought dumbfoundedly.

Of course, he knew very well that such a thing was impossible.

And indeed, it wasn’t.

Yveste seemed only interested in carefully observing Lynn’s appearance. Her crimson eyes stayed fixed on his face without any extra movements, as though she was re-acquainting herself with Lynn Bartleon.

After what felt like an eternity to Lynn, she finally concluded what had been, for him, an agonizingly long “interrogation” and returned to her seat across from him.

Yveste let out a soft sigh, casually removed her own mask, and revealed her elegant features before looking out the window.

The view was Orne City’s reasonably bustling nightscape, but she showed no interest in admiring it.

“First question,” Yveste said softly amid the gentle rocking of the carriage. “What were you thinking when you stepped in to save me just now?”

I was thinking about how to stop you from killing everyone in the room.

Lynn grumbled silently to himself.

However, he couldn’t possibly answer like that.

A realization suddenly dawned on Lynn.

The series of events tonight had been far too chaotic, completely exceeding everyone’s expectations. Even Yveste herself couldn’t have foreseen them.

As a result, his flawless handling of the unexpected situation must have left a strong impression on her.

This impression was entirely different from when he had forced her to confront her feelings by threatening suicide—it was purely positive.

To draw a comparison, in this galgame scenario, Lynn, as the player, had chosen all the correct options, slightly increasing the heroine Yveste’s favorability towards him.

Although he couldn’t tell exactly by how much, it was undoubtedly a significant step forward.

This wasn’t like his previous sycophantic gestures or the way he’d deceived her under the guise of hypnosis.

This time, it was a genuine act of saving her, initiated entirely by his own will.

Yveste seemed to sense his intentions as well.

With this in mind, Lynn had an idea.

“I was thinking,” he said stiffly, “how great it would be if I could kill everyone there who disrespected Your Highness.” He paused before continuing, “But I knew I couldn’t do that. I also couldn’t just stand by and watch Your Highness be left defenseless, so I decided to help you in my own way.”

At this moment, Lynn had completely forgotten the conversation he’d had earlier with Greya.

He needed to seize this rare opportunity to wildly boost Yveste’s favorability and make her drop her guard in the coming days!

“Is that all?” Yveste asked again.

“I… also thought you looked really pitiful at that time,” Lynn said, dropping a bombshell.

Yveste merely blinked, briefly startled, but didn’t fly into a rage over his words.

After a moment of silence, she said faintly, “You’re bold. Don’t let it happen again.”

“Yes.”

For some reason, at this moment, Lynn detected a faint hint of world-weariness in Yveste’s demeanor.

He couldn’t help but wonder what Duke Tyrius might have said to her earlier.

“Second question,” Yveste said without giving him time to think. “After you fired the shot, and faced the pressure from Uncle Tyrius, were you afraid?”

“Terrified,” he admitted.

“Then why did you still dare to shoot?”

“You once said that without your permission, I am not allowed to die. At that moment, I was absolutely certain that I hadn’t heard you give the command to ‘go die.’ So I understood that no matter what I did, I wouldn’t die.”

“Because you didn’t give permission, I knew I couldn’t die. Not even if Duke Tyrius himself acted.”

Though his tone was wooden, his words were filled with sincerity—so much so that it left Yveste momentarily speechless.

She hadn’t expected this guy to commit such a reckless act based solely on an order she had casually given.

“…Final question,” she said after a long silence. “You seem to never care about others’ opinions. Is that true?”

“It is.”

“How do you manage that?” Yveste asked softly.

At this moment, her thoughts drifted to what Duke Tyrius had said earlier in his study:

"Those who are swayed by emotions can never become qualified leaders."

While Yveste didn’t think there was anything she needed to change, she still kept his words in mind.

Thinking it over, the guy in front of her seemed like a living example of that principle.

From beginning to end, except for the night he’d inexplicably attempted suicide, Lynn had consistently exuded a kind of calmness embedded deep in his very bones.

No matter the circumstances, nothing seemed capable of causing him significant emotional upheaval, let alone clouding his judgment.

Perhaps this was precisely why he could handle everything so flawlessly.

Yveste genuinely wanted to hear his response.

“When a mirror is dirty, we don’t think it’s our face that’s dirty,” Lynn said slowly. “So why, when faced with others’ ridicule and malice, should we think the problem lies with ourselves?”

In simpler terms, if a thousand people doubt me, then those thousand people are all idiots.

This was Lynn’s philosophy in life.

A hint of astonishment flashed in Yveste’s crimson eyes.

After a moment, she recovered and allowed a faint smile to curl at the corners of her lips.

“That’s so… you,” she remarked.

After saying that, she turned her head again to look out the window.

The shadows of passing buildings and the lights lining the road flickered and alternated within the carriage as it sped along.

The surrounding silence was almost unnerving.

Even with the Lie Eater, Lynn felt a bit uneasy sitting there.

Say something, woman! he thought to himself.

And as if she had heard his plea, Yveste broke the silence.

Gazing at the rushing scenery outside, she seemed lost in thought.

“Thank you,” she said abruptly and without context.

?

For a moment, Lynn thought he might have misheard.

But then he realized it wasn’t an illusion—it had truly happened.

Looking at her reflection in the carriage window, Yveste’s pink lips parted slightly.

She seemed like she wanted to say more.

Yet in the end, nothing else came out.

Those complex, impossibly awkward feelings were ultimately condensed into the simplest of words.

“…Anyway, thank you.”

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