Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

Blood trickled down the executed prisoner's body, gradually staining the grass.

Crimson and verdant hues, now starkly contrasted.

Ivyst couldn't help but recall the night she arrived at Blin Village in the northern part of Orn City, where the entire village had been sacrificed by the Creationist School.

Religion was the greatest scam in this world.

Watching the despair of those prisoners, her mood became even more elated.

Every time she saw such evil scum displaying helplessness and panic in the face of a stronger and more malevolent force, she felt a sense of profound relief.

Ivyst didn't know whether this was a sign of her own psychological aberration or something else.

It was probably a rather niche hobby.

Her life experiences had taught her not to need others' understanding of her peculiar tastes, nor to care about their stares.

As the remaining five cult members watched another of their brethren die a pathetic death, they shook like chaff in the wind.

But at this point, aside from following the commands of that female Demon and playing her despair-filled coin guessing game to the end, there was no other choice.

To guess wrongly meant becoming nourishment for the thorny rose.

All the prisoners present hung their heads and feigned being quail, none willing to break the terrifying silence.

Just then, a sudden burst of urgent and intense clapping startled the prisoners.

"Clap, clap, clap, clap, clap..."

Ivyst's brows furrowed slightly as she turned to look.

Lynn, who had been kneeling to one side, suddenly straightened up and solemnly began clapping vigorously.

The pace was so fast that even the palms turned red.

"What's the matter?"

Her voice remained cold, seemingly displeased.

"Your Highness, you are truly amazing," Lynn stopped clapping. Not only did he display no fear, but his eyes were also filled with admiration, "I must admit, as a noble, I always thought killing was a crude and bloody affair, a disrespect to life."

"But today, Your Highness, you have shown me that killing and execution can indeed become an art form."

"The harrowing dance between life and death, the heart-racing intoxication, the pure, bloody primal beauty... My goodness, you are simply the greatest artist in this world!"

At this moment, Lynn was practically Ivyst's adoring fanboy, as if he would walk through fire and water for the Imperial Princess in the next second.

Hearing this barrage of words, Ivyst couldn't help but hold her forehead and sigh, as if her understanding of this person's limitless sycophancy had been refreshed yet again.

After a long while, she slowly turned her head, "Shut up."

Lynn immediately fell silent.

However, seeing Ivyst's gently swaying delicate ankle, he believed that his barrage of flattering nonsense had had a fairly good effect.

In reality, facing such a bloody scene had made Lynn somewhat queasy.

After all, he wasn't any sort of psychological deviant.

But on the surface, he still pretended to be all knowledgeable.

This was all just to dispel Ivyst's wariness toward him, to make her believe he had truly submitted.

After all, Lynn had undergone hypnosis experiments and deceived everyone.

In Ivyst's eyes, she could hypnotize this fallen lad from the Bartleion family at will, issue any command, and he would have no chance of escaping her grasp.

But Lynn's thoughts had never changed from start to finish.

He was determined to save himself, to survive.

To avoid getting tangled with this villainous Imperial Princess, lest he be branded as a villainous lackey by the protagonist group and face retribution later, Lynn had made great efforts.

He had to escape and make it a far distance, never to appear before her again.

Perhaps only then could he scrape by to the end.

What?

You say an S-class plot character?

Please, there's a whole wide world out there, why should one insist on hanging from this one tree if the main characters are all gone?

And not far away, the coin guessing continued.

"Next."

Ivyst's icy voice was like the reaper's call.

"Heads, heads."

"Pfft—!!"

"Next."

"...Tails?"

"Pfft—!!"

...

It seemed that due to Lynn's arrival, Ivyst hastened the pace of the executions.

With the ancient coin flipping in the air, the remaining cult members set foot on the path to death amid their despair.

Perhaps when they wantonly sacrificed the citizens of the Saint Laurent Empire, they should have anticipated that a scene like this would one day unfold.

And as more and more thorns gathered together, the blood-red rose in the center bloomed even more vividly, as if dripping with allure.

Eventually, the eight prisoners on scene all perished in the ocean of thorns.

They knelt on the ground until the last moment of their lives, as though making a confession to the innocents.

Having done all this, Ivyst picked up the bone china teacup with an unchanged expression and calmly sipped from it once again.

"Next."

"?"

Lynn looked around, only to realize there were no living prisoners left.

A bad feeling suddenly welled up within him.

He glanced at the silent maid.

When he saw her taking out the ancient coin again, his face turned pale.

No need for nonsense, there were only three people left on site; if not him, then who?

Damn it, his flattery had been in vain!

Seeing his expression, Ivyst couldn't help but let out a light laugh, "As expected, I do love the look of you being frightened. It's so adorable."

"..."

Lynn cursed this vicious woman countless times in his heart.

This only made his determination to escape even stronger.

"However, I am still curious," her eyes narrowed slightly, "if you were one of the prisoners and faced the situation just now, what kind of choice would you make?"

"Um... just choose a side and leave it to fate?"

Seeing him evasive, Ivyst shook her head, "I actually know that right now you're still scheming to escape."

"Your Highness, I..."

Lynn started to argue but was interrupted by her.

"After all, I've been forcing you from the beginning, never considering your wishes." Ivyst suddenly began to self-reflect, "Thinking about it, that's actually wrong."

"How about this? Since you dislike me so much, I'll give you a chance."

"If you can win a coin toss against me, I'll allow you to leave Augusta Manor, and I won't stop you."

Lynn looked up instinctively.

The Lie Swallowing gave him the ability to detect lies.

So at this moment, he could tell that what Ivyst was saying was true.

But why would she suddenly be so kind?

Lynn's eyes were full of suspicion.

Seeing this, Ivyst said calmly, "Don't look at me like that. Even I wouldn't keep a subordinate with a different heart in the team. It's like a ticking time bomb, you should understand."

Hearing this, Lynn gave an awkward smile.

The next second, he saw Ivyst flip her hand, revealing a delicate necklace inscribed with mysterious runes in her palm.

"Since it's a game, it's only interesting if there are rewards and punishments." She showed a meaningful smile, "The reward is for you winning the game, and this necklace in my hand is the punishment should you lose."

"If you don't guess the coin right within three tries, from today onwards, you will have to wear it."

As expected!

That was the true purpose of this twisted woman!

Lynn's expression grew serious.

"What do you say? You in?"

"I... I'll take the gamble."