Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 82: A Woman's Sixth Sense

Exhilarating!

Absolutely exhilarating!

Feeling the gazes of everyone present on him, Lynn was basking in sheer satisfaction, as if he might ascend to the heavens at any moment. However, outwardly, he showed none of his inner smugness, maintaining a solemn expression as he stood beside the chest of gold coins, as if he had merely completed a trivial task.

It took quite some time for everyone to recover, at least partially, from the shock of seeing two million gold coins. Their faces still carried traces of disbelief.

Afia, for some reason, had a flushed face, and her cat ears twitched intermittently. The sheer magnitude of what had just unfolded was overwhelming.

Noticing Yveste's gaze fixed on him, Lynn coughed lightly. “Your Highness?”

The prompt snapped her out of her daze. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling beneath her military-style coat, before finally calming down.

“How did you do it?”

Yveste tried to keep her voice composed, but no matter how hard she tried, Lynn caught the faint undertone of peculiar emotion in her tone.

Her eyes sparkled with delight, a stark contrast to her usual persona.

No kidding.

Anyone with a subordinate capable of raking in two million gold coins in ten days would feel ecstatic on the spot.

Yveste had always thought of herself as indifferent to money, far from being a miser. But standing before a chest full of gold coins that could practically cover the entire lawn, she realized how utterly wrong she had been.

As Yveste’s question lingered in the air, the other subordinates turned curious and complex gazes toward Lynn, eager to uncover the secret behind his feat.

In response, Lynn shrugged nonchalantly and said, “Oh, nothing much. I just leaned on a few Church leaders and persuaded them to pay some protection fees.”

“?”

“And then set a few fires and eliminated a bishop.”

“??”

“Oh, and I also raided the Divine Order Church’s headquarters.”

“???”

Before anyone could process the shock of his first two statements, his third remark hit like a thunderclap, rendering everyone speechless.

Dude, just what kind of thrilling life have you been living these past ten days?

And wait… what was that about raiding the Divine Order Church?!

For a moment, several people saw black spots swimming in their vision, teetering on the verge of fainting. Among the group were individuals who were themselves Extraordinary believers of the Master of a Billion Stars.

Yveste turned a sharp gaze to Duke Tyrius.

“Well… in a way, he’s not wrong,” Tyrius replied with a twitch of his lips, opting for an honest answer.

Yveste could no longer sit still.

I was only gone a few days, and you managed to stir up this much chaos in Orne City?

...Nicely done!

In a flash, Yveste appeared before Lynn. Without a word, she grabbed his collar and dragged him unceremoniously toward her study.

“Uncle Tyrius, you’re coming too.”

Ten minutes later.

Lynn let out a long sigh. “In short, that’s more or less what happened.”

After a brief explanation, he laid out the recent events for Yveste.

Yveste stood by the window, leaning against its frame as she stared at the scenery outside, immersed in a rare silence.

After a while, sensing the awkward atmosphere and catching Duke Tyrius’ subtle glance, she finally snapped out of her thoughts.

“Well done,” Yveste said, turning to Lynn. After a pause, as though feeling her praise wasn’t enough, she added, “Very well done.”

“I’ll make sure to reward you handsomely for this.”

“As long as I have Your Highness’ approval, it’s all worth it,” Lynn replied with a feigned smile.

"Heh, who cares about your approval?" Lynn sneered internally.

At that moment, Duke Tyrius's gaze drifted toward a corner of the room as if something had briefly caught his attention. However, he quickly snapped out of it.

“Your Highness, how did your mission go?” Duke Tyrius asked, still mindful of Saint Roland VI’s instructions. “Were you able to retrieve the artifact?”

“...No.”

Yveste sighed softly.

Hearing this, Duke Tyrius's expression grew serious. If even Yveste had no solution, it meant the artifact was in an extraordinarily dangerous and problematic state. Still, with Lynn present, the Duke decided not to press the matter further. If all else failed, they could always hand it over to the Church’s professionals.

Noticing Yveste’s mood dipping after her earlier excitement, Duke Tyrius offered a comforting remark. “Your Highness, there’s no need to worry. Even without the artifact, the events this young man has stirred up recently should earn you considerable points with the Saint Oak.”

Saint Oak?

The name piqued Lynn’s curiosity.

In the original work, this institution was established specifically for the Succession Ceremony. It had a long history and was run by a family dedicated to serving the royal house for generations.

Members of this family assessed princes and princesses based on their daily behavior, achievements during the ceremony, and public reputation, awarding or deducting points accordingly. While the candidates began with a base score, any additional points depended entirely on their merits.

At the end of the Succession Ceremony, the Saint Oak would tally the scores to recommend a new emperor for the Saint Roland Empire.

It was an intriguing system.

I wonder how much helping this woman gain an Elector Count’s support and recover imperial tax funds will boost her score, Lynn mused silently.

Yveste nodded at Tyrius's reassurance but then added, “I understand, but...”

Her gaze fell back on Lynn.

“But I still have my doubts.” Yveste’s brow furrowed slightly. “This doesn’t feel like something you would do.”

If one were to describe Lynn’s usual approach to matters, it would be “cutting through the chaos with a sharp blade.”

Take the banquet incident where he shot the Mosgra family heir, for example. While it seemed recklessly audacious, it had a deeper logic and meticulous reasoning beneath the surface.

In contrast, Lynn’s actions over the past ten days seemed to deviate from his usual pattern. While the initial fundraising was brilliant, what followed appeared out of character.

Duke Tyrius had only requested fifty thousand gold coins. By raiding the eleven churches, Lynn had already exceeded that target significantly. Yet instead of stopping, he escalated further—driving Mozel into a corner.

If this escalation was solely for the additional million-plus coins, Yveste didn’t quite believe it.

Abandoning a strategy of staying low-profile, exposing his cards, and clashing directly with the Divine Order Church? That move invited animosity from the Imperial Capital itself.

Moreover, Lynn didn’t seem like the type to go out of his way to curry favor with Tyrius.

The logic didn’t add up.

Lynn’s decision to target the Divine Order Church so aggressively must have a deeper, undisclosed motive.

A woman’s sixth sense was terrifyingly accurate.

Especially when another woman was involved in the equation.

Technically speaking, they were the same person.

The thought triggered a flicker of Yveste’s more twisted tendencies. As someone who prided herself on being in control, the idea of her “adorable little pet” keeping secrets from her was intolerable.

Intolerable to the point of wanting to strangle him, to pin him down in her embrace until he confessed.

“Speak. What’s the real reason you went after the Divine Order Church?” Yveste’s expression remained calm, but the danger simmered beneath the surface.

Of course, it was for the Witch.

But Lynn knew all too well that if he gave the real answer, he would likely meet a very unpleasant end.

Feeling the looming danger, a bead of cold sweat slid down his forehead. Despite this, he maintained a facade of calm composure.

“Of course, it’s out of hatred,” he said smoothly. “After being stripped of the Divine Factor from my body, I was consumed with anger—so much so that I couldn’t sleep, night after night. And the mastermind behind it all was the Cardinal of the Divine Order Church.”

The explanation was a bit flimsy, but it was plausible enough.

With Duke Tyrius still present, Yveste, though suspicious, chose to let it slide for the moment.

Just then, however, Duke Tyrius, who had been repeatedly glancing at the corner of the room, finally voiced his curiosity.

“Why is there a ring in the corner… glowing red?”

The atmosphere froze instantly, as if plunged into ice.

Realizing his mistake, Duke Tyrius abruptly stood up, ignoring the murderous glare Lynn shot his way, and let out an awkward laugh.

“Well, uh, you two carry on. I’ll take my leave now.”

Yveste offered him a sweet, polite smile. “Goodbye, Uncle Tyrius. Don’t forget to close the door on your way out.”

Bang!

As the door clicked shut, the expansive study became deathly quiet. Only two people remained.

Yveste turned her attention to Lynn, her expression now calm and inscrutable.

She removed the military coat draped over her shoulders as she moved to her desk, revealing the elegant curves of her figure. Leaning against the desk’s edge, she allowed her shapely hips to press into the surface, forming a tantalizing curve.

Crossing her legs, she lightly tapped one long, boot-clad leg against the other.

“A few days apart, and someone seems to have misbehaved again, hm?”

For some reason, her breathing grew noticeably heavier.

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