Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

A tug-of-war seemed to unfold within his body.

The punishment of the Law of Cause and Effect belonging to the "Prisoner of Destiny," along with the supreme power of Divine Ancestor Xiya, constantly squeezed Lynn, making him like a candle flickering in the wind, on the verge of collapse.

Yet Ivyst's actions seemed to infinitely prolong this process, constantly adding life force to it.

Fortunately, the remnants of Divine Ancestor Xiya's power were ultimately weakened by the river of time, and the bizarre force from the "Prisoner of Destiny" wasn't meant to sentence him to a certain death.

Thus, Lynn, who should have died, was pulled back from the brink of death under Ivyst's all-out healing.

This destined that Bartleion Manor would indeed have a sleepless night tonight.

...

On the other side, not all was as serene as it seemed in Glostit.

The incident of Lynn Bartleion, the primary suspect in the series of murders, appearing in the Silent Church was ultimately impossible to keep hidden.

Amid the deliberate exaggeration of certain individuals, it quickly swept across the entire Imperial Capital with an unstoppable momentum.

Because the incident that night within the Moonlight Holy Scripture was so astonishing, many forces, including the court, the Heavenly Principle Church, substitute punishers, and the Military Department, all turned their attention to Bartleion Manor, trying to uncover what exactly happened that night.

"He actually dares to show himself so openly?!"

"Is that freak, the Third Imperial Princess, insane? Protecting a murderer!"

"I heard that night some kind of forbidden power erupted within the Silent Church, even alarming the Archbishop of the Heavenly Principle Church..."

Though the specifics were unclear, some witnessed Ivyst delivering Lynn back to her manor while severely injured.

As the primary suspect in the limb connector series of murders, and having publicly assassinated the Fourth Prince Joshua, people speculated whether he was involved with the upheaval at the Silent Church.

In response, the court was enraged, and Saint Laurent VI directly ordered Ivyst to immediately hand over Lynn, or face charges of treason.

Other forces moved in response, with the substitute punishers and the Military Department assembling elite troops to surround Ivyst's manor.

The situation became tense, but no one made the first move, seemingly hesitant.

The next day, under the midday sun, Saint Laurent VI's Chief Warden rode to the gates of Bartleion Manor.

As he unfurled the gilded edict, the parchment gleamed with blinding golden light in the sun.

"By the decree of His Majesty, I order the Third Imperial Princess Ivyst to immediately hand over the 'limb connector' Lynn Bartleion, or—" the Chief Warden's voice was calm yet deadly, "she will be charged with treason, killed with no mercy."

However, just as he finished reading the contents on the parchment, a sacred feathered arrow, shimmering with silver brilliance, suddenly shot through the air and struck three inches before the Chief Warden's feet, blasting a deep pit.

The Chief Warden's expression froze, and he, along with the substitute punishers and military personnel gathered at the gate of Bartleion Manor, looked up.

They saw Aphia standing atop the clock tower, holding a sealed object longbow, the bowstring still gently vibrating.

Differing from her usual innocence, upon Lynn's grievous return this time, she had become reticent and taciturn. At this moment, her emerald eyes were filled with icy killing intent.

Clearly, in facing the messengers sent by the court, she was acting under the orders of the Third Imperial Princess Ivyst, daring to defy so boldly.

This action caused everyone present to narrow their eyes, knowing full well what this signified.

"The Princess said..." Aphia spoke softly, yet her voice resounded clearly throughout the manor, "if you don't want to die, then get lost."

This statement exploded like thunder among the various forces present.

"Insane... the Third Prince has gone insane!"

A colonel in charge of the military's direction was shocked, almost dropping his binoculars.

Among the members sent by the substitute punishers and the Three Great Churches, several High Rank clergy exchanged looks of astonishment.

They knew very well the implications of defying Saint Laurent VI's order, openly shielding a murderer who had angered the entire nation.

It not only equated to a complete withdrawal from the king's election ceremony but also provided everyone with a reason to move against her!

To oppose the military, this amounted to rebellion!

Outside the manor, the densely packed military began to stir, restless and uneasy.

Meanwhile, the news of Ivyst openly opposing the Royal Family for Lynn spread like wildfire throughout Glostit.

Even as night fell, it did not subside.

Glostit had not been this lively in quite some time.

At the highest point of Elloch Palace, Saint Laurent VI stood alone, the night breeze ruffling his golden robe, his pale beard fluttering in the wind, yet his gaze never left that besieged manor in the distance.

No one knew what he was thinking at this moment.

All that was known was that surrounding the Third Imperial Princess Ivyst, and the traitor Lynn, was an unprecedented deadlock.

How to break this deadlock?

No one could think of a solution.

Meanwhile, in the underground chamber of the manor, Ivyst gently stroked Lynn's cheek with blood-stained fingers.

The clamor outside seemed unrelated to her; her world only contained this unconscious young man.

Lynn's injuries this time were far more serious than she had imagined. Over these three days, she had exhausted herself to heal Lynn and sustain his life, squandering her treasured high-grade medicines and restorative sealed objects recklessly on him, yet Lynn showed no signs of waking up.