Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 155: I Accuse! The Divine Order Church Colludes with Demons!!!

As a member of the Bartleon family, Eleanor had countless times imagined a day like this.

She envisioned standing on the grand stage of Glostein after years of endurance and secretly amassing power, delivering punishment through blood and fire to the Mosgra family, their sworn enemies.

But she also knew, deep down, that such a day was mere fantasy.

With the Bartleon family’s current state, toppling a marquis family supported by a Fifth-Rank Legendary figure was utterly impossible. Even if she devoted her entire life to the task or offered her soul to a dark god, it would still be unattainable.

Thus, though she never voiced it aloud, Eleanor had long since resigned herself to her fate.

Before Lynn’s return, she believed she wouldn’t even survive her coming-of-age ceremony, let alone see her brother again. That’s what she had convinced herself to accept.

Yet, for reasons unknown, tonight’s banquet felt like a rollercoaster—everything unfolding in unexpected twists and turns that constantly pushed her fragile nerves to their limit. The Mosgra family, who had always held their heads high, were reduced to headless chickens under Lynn’s machinations, flustered and utterly helpless.

And now, at the very moment the spiral lance pierced through Eunice’s chest, a surge of electric-like sensation raced up Eleanor’s spine, sending chills to the back of her head.

She stared blankly at the hateful woman twitching faintly in a pool of blood, then at her brother, who looked as indifferent as though he’d just swatted a fly.

For reasons she couldn’t explain, Eleanor suddenly felt a rush of heat below.

The bedwetting habit she’d long since overcome seemed to be making an unexpected return—or perhaps it wasn’t the urge to relieve herself but instead an exhilaration and thrill brought by extreme stimulation, mingled with a hint of emptiness.

Her flushed face burned as she resisted the urge to leap into her brother’s arms and bury herself in his scent.

It was simply... too satisfying, too breathtaking!

Brother!

Eleanor wasn’t the only one reeling from the events. As the suppression field imposed by Yveste dissipated, the entire hall snapped back to reality, leaving everyone staring in disbelief at the chaotic scene before them.

He… He really dared to kill?!

Even the perpetually composed and haughty Second Prince, Felit, couldn’t stop his eyes from widening at the sight.

Felit had anticipated that Lynn might cause some trouble or clash with the nobles tonight.

What he hadn’t expected was that after killing one Mosgra heir, the man would go on to kill another—and in full view of the crowd, under the watchful eyes of Saint Roland VI himself! ŕᴀ𐌽ỔＢƐＳ

Was Lynn planning to wipe out the Mosgra family entirely?!

Even not far away, the First Princess, Shirina, involuntarily parted her lips in shock, her disbelief etched plainly on her face.

Xiya, standing nearby, gazed coldly at the corpse on the ground. After a brief silence, he muttered, “What a ruthless man.”

Hearing this, Shirina, having regained her composure, glanced at him. “Do you have any advice regarding this person?”

Xiya considered for a moment before shaking his head. “Rationally speaking, with the Third Princess gaining his support, combined with her own abilities, she’s likely to become an unstoppable force in the Succession Ceremony.”

“If an alliance with her is possible, Your Highness might even surpass Prince Felit in strength.”

Xiya spoke candidly, holding nothing back. Though he harbored a strong dislike for Lynn, he had to admit the man was resourceful and cunning—and disturbingly willing to employ shameless, underhanded tactics.

Shirina seemed to catch the deeper meaning behind his words, her stunning face breaking into a faint smile. “And emotionally?”

That smile froze Xiya in place for a moment.

Shirina’s beauty seemed to transcend the material world, piercing straight into the soul like a pure concept.

It was the polar opposite of Yveste’s essence.

Perhaps that’s why the two were mortal enemies.

“Emotionally, I… would prefer that Your Highness not get too close to him,” Xiya finally said, his hesitation giving way to a bold declaration.

His fiery gaze rested on Shirina, hinting at something deeper.

Nearby, Tiya’s emerald eyes dimmed ever so slightly at the sight. But she quickly forced herself to maintain composure, pretending nothing had happened.

Xiya is outstanding; he’ll never belong to just me.

She consoled herself silently.

Shirina, however, seemed to be in good spirits after hearing Xiya’s near-confession. Her lips curved into a soft smile. “Noted.”

“As for that young man’s ultimate fate, let’s wait and see,” she added lightly.

“If he can’t even overcome what’s coming next, how can he assist little Yve?”

Though perhaps not as high-ranked as Yveste, this was the Imperial Capital, the heart of the royal palace, and the place closest to the Saint Spirit Tree.

As the Emperor of Saint Roland, Calderon could draw on part of the Saint Tree’s authority, making him no weaker than Yveste.

Moreover, the Third-Generation Cardinal from the Divine Order Church standing at his side held numerous trump cards.

Thus, perched high above, Saint Roland VI quickly recovered from Yveste’s disruptive antics, regaining his strength.

His expression turned icy as he surveyed the scene—the grim-faced Marquis Mosgra crouched beside Eunice’s lifeless body, the girl herself devoid of all vitality.

In the next moment, a palpable wave of anger swept through the hall, causing the space to tremble faintly.

“Audacious scoundrel!!!”

Saint Roland VI clenched the Holy Scepter in his hand, exuding a pressure as deep and overwhelming as a mountain, poised to crush Lynn completely.

But as Yveste’s crimson eyes glimmered with a starlit glow, the invisible force of annihilation effortlessly dissolved the emperor’s oppressive aura.

Seeing this, His Majesty’s fury surged further.

He locked eyes with his defiant third daughter, whose rebellious spirit knew no bounds. Yet, there she sat, calmly inspecting her delicate fingers, paying him no heed.

It was as if she had no interest in anything happening around her.

But if anyone dared to touch one of her subordinates, they would face her fierce retaliation.

Should I kill this person?

At this moment, Saint Roland VI weighed the situation in his mind.

He had underestimated the importance this boy held in his daughter’s heart. He had thought Lynn was merely a subordinate, no different from any other. He hadn’t expected that he would mean so much to her, enough for her to drag her frail body—already weakened from using a teleportation array—and stand against everyone present.

Damn brat.

Saint Roland VI glared at the youth before him, his anger momentarily leaving him speechless.

The resolution of this matter could go in either direction.

If he chose to escalate it, it would become an open defiance of imperial law, a direct challenge to the authority of the crown—enough for several heads to roll.

But if he chose to downplay it, this could be spun as an honorable duel in line with the empire’s ancient traditions. Though such traditions were scarcely remembered in this day and age, their existence remained undeniable.

Ultimately, the final judgment rested on a single word from Saint Roland VI.

In his heart, there was a scale.

On one side sat Marquis Mosgra, weighed down with countless chips: the Church, nobility, members of the royal family—all carefully cultivated over years of social maneuvering.

On the other side, representing Lynn, there was only a single chip: Yveste.

And yet, the scale seemed to teeter, almost evenly balanced.

Sensing the emperor’s hesitation, Cardinal Connor of the Divine Order Church stepped forward from behind him.

Earlier, when Marquis Mosgra was preparing to leave, the two had exchanged glances.

This Lynn character was far too dangerous to be allowed to grow further.

Even if it meant offending the Third Princess, tonight was the time to pin him down completely.

Marquis Mosgra had failed, so it now fell to Connor to act, to tip the scales with the final weight and push the emperor toward a decisive judgment.

The task was simple.

Cardinal Connor, a man deeply attuned to human nature, understood the situation clearly.

Lynn’s outburst and murder weren’t just about asserting dominance; there was another purpose—to divert attention away from the accusations the Church had leveled against him.

The charges were damning: the unjust slaughter of 108 Extraordinary members of the Church, his mysterious escape from demons, and his survival as a mere First-Rank Extraordinary against a foe on par with gods.

These were events he could never adequately explain.

Even if memories were altered or fabricated, inconsistencies would inevitably arise.

A First-Rank Extraordinary simply could not survive an encounter with demons of such power. It was a universal truth, a law of reason.

The only conceivable way would be intervention from a god far superior to the two demons.

But in Cardinal Connor’s view, no such being existed in this world.

Not even the Master of a Billion Stars he worshipped could achieve such a feat.

The blade was already at Lynn’s throat; all Connor needed to do was press it in.

With this in mind, he walked slowly to stand behind Saint Roland VI.

“Your Majesty…”

As he leaned over the emperor’s shoulder, his gaze unintentionally met Lynn’s from across the room.

Those bright, azure eyes carried a playful glint, and for some inexplicable reason, Connor’s heart skipped a beat before he could even speak.

The next moment, something entirely unexpected unfolded, shocking everyone in the hall.

Absurd.

Unthinkable.

Under the oppressive gaze of Saint Roland VI, Lynn suddenly stepped forward and raised his right hand.

“I ACCUSE!!!”

His voice reverberated throughout the hall.

Even Yveste couldn’t help but freeze for a moment.

Truthfully, though she had maintained a calm facade throughout the night, her heart had been pounding with excitement.

Every move Lynn made wasn’t just about seeking justice for himself—it was also laying the groundwork for her own reputation.

To spread the name of the Third Princess across the entire Imperial Capital.

This had been their plan from the beginning.

If she could never possess the compassion of the First Princess Shirina, nor the wisdom of the Second Prince Felit, then she would abandon those paths entirely.

Sometimes, fear and authority were just as indispensable for a ruler as compassion and virtue.

If she could make others tremble in awe before her, why shouldn’t she carve out a new path for herself?

This was the direction Lynn had shown her.

But the scene unfolding before her now exceeded even her expectations.

All eyes turned back to the young man, their focus sharpened like knives.

Tonight, Lynn had already pushed the limits of everyone’s patience. Now they were eager to see what he would do next.

Moments later, his resounding voice filled the council hall once more.

“I accuse… the Divine Order Church of colluding with demons, stabbing the empire in the back, slaughtering Imperial soldiers, and attempting to sacrifice Orne City to summon demons into this world!”

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