Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 133: The Original Male Lead Appears

Hearing Lynn bring up official matters, Yveste’s demeanor immediately shifted.

Her aura seemed to revert to that of the awe-inspiring Princess, commanding respect and reverence.

“Of course,” Yveste said, crossing her arms and gazing down at Lynn. “But first, answer this Princess a question.”

“The woman from the future… Did she become the Empress of this country?”

Lynn hesitated for a moment.

Seeing his reaction, Yveste instantly deduced the answer.

Yet, to his surprise, rather than showing disappointment or anger at the revelation that she didn’t win the succession, a look of relief flashed across her face.

“That’s good,” Yveste said with a light chuckle, leaning her shapely figure against the edge of the desk. “If that’s the case, the succession holds even greater value and meaning for me now.”

If she could achieve what the future Witch of the End could not, who would be the true masterpiece, and who the flawed imitation?

The future could be changed.

When that time came, it wouldn’t be Yveste becoming more like her.

Instead, the future Witch of the End would be molded into what Yveste envisioned, her ideals realized through change.

The balance of power was flipped in an instant.

“Besides…” Yveste stretched out her hand, palm up, signaling for him to kiss it. “I still have your support, don’t I?”

“Lynn Bartleon, you’ll give your all to help this Princess win the succession, won’t you?”

How should he answer that question? For some reason, Lynn felt like he was being sent to his doom.

If she truly won in the end, would the Witch of the End be pleased—or furious?

Lynn had no idea.

Yet, at this moment, gazing into Yveste’s confident and radiant eyes, he found himself compelled to lower his head and press a kiss to her hand.

“Your will is my command.”

“Good.”

For some reason, a faint blush crept across Yveste’s face, and her eyes flickered with an unusual glimmer before she quickly masked it.

“In that case, we’ll return to the Imperial Capital immediately.” Walking to the desk, she rang a bell. “It will take about twelve days by steam train.”

“Too slow,” Lynn instinctively replied, shaking his head.

He pulled out a letter from his pocket, checking the date.

The most recent one had arrived about two months ago, and since then, there had been no news from the capital.

When he first became Yveste’s subordinate, he had asked her to ensure the safety of his family in the capital.

However, most of her capable subordinates had been brought to Orne City, leaving those in the capital unable to handle any major incidents.

Lynn had planned to return to the capital directly but was delayed by his dealings with the sealed artifact.

After all, the Witch’s domain had a chaotic flow of time—what felt like one or two hours there could equate to a month in reality.

According to her, there were even instances where years could pass in the Pantheon while only seconds elapsed in the real world.

Fortunately, Lynn had yet to encounter such an extreme situation.

Hearing his words, Yveste didn’t get upset. Instead, she glanced at him thoughtfully. “There is a faster way.”

“Your Highness, please elaborate!” Lynn asked eagerly.

Yveste nodded slightly. “Take the steam train to Troy City. That’s the territory of Duke Tyrius. With his signed authorization, we can use the military’s magical teleportation array.”

“Due to the long distance, a Sixth-Rank Demigod must personally activate it to reach Glostein in an instant.”

“Counting the train ride to Troy City, the journey will take about three days.”

Lynn glanced at Yveste in delight.

It was as if a pillow had been offered just as he was ready to sleep!

Given that she had recently regained her strength, wasn’t this the perfect time to utilize the teleportation array?

“What price must I pay for this?” Lynn asked with a slight bow.

Yveste frowned, seemingly displeased by his formality and distance. She shook her head. “There’s no need.”

“If you have nothing else to prepare, we can depart tonight.”

“Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness! I’ll go pack my things!”

With that, Lynn cheerfully left the study.

“Go ahead,” Yveste said, pressing her lips together.

In truth, there was something she hadn’t told him.

Although she had recovered her strength, activating the teleportation array would still be quite difficult.

After all, it was a large-scale long-distance teleportation matrix. Activating it required not only vast resources to replenish its nodes but also drained most of a Sixth-Rank Demigod's extraordinary power.

Demigods were strategic assets for any nation; how could their power be squandered on such trivial matters?

Thus, even the military rarely used such matrices under normal circumstances.

In Yveste’s current state, while she could forcibly activate the matrix, it would be a strain.

When the time came, activating it in full view of the public might lead to some side effects.

For instance… severe muscle weakness.

At that point, would her adorable little “puppy” stand idly by, or would he boldly cradle her in his arms, asserting his dominance before the Imperial Capital’s crowd?

She was curious to find out.

Even losing didn’t matter.

As she had told Lynn earlier, she was long accustomed to being a failure.

Watching the young man’s exuberant departure, a fiery and twisted glimmer surfaced in Yveste’s crimson eyes.

From the moment Lynn had entered the room, she had been suppressing her emotions, attempting to appear like a normal person to lower his guard.

But could a person’s nature truly change so easily?

“You’ll always be mine…”

Her breath quickened as a murmured whisper, almost like a lover’s confession, floated into the air.

Glostein, Saint Roland Military Headquarters, Communications Division II

The spacious office was a chaotic mess. Papers, crumpled notes, and various documents were piled high on desks and scattered across the floor, leaving barely any free space.

At this moment, a weary-looking middle-aged man with a cigarette dangling from his lips sat slumped in front of a typewriter. He watched as its rusty, mechanical keys moved on their own, driven by some mysterious power.

Line after line of inked text appeared, compiling information from the military across various regions onto the typewriter’s paper.

This was a special sealed artifact, functioning roughly like a fax machine from Lynn’s previous world.

Aside from the cigarette-smoking man, several uniformed colleagues were on shift in the office.

However, the monotony of the job and the drudgery of clocking in day after day had long eroded their enthusiasm.

“Any updates on the southern front?”

“Same as usual, small skirmishes here and there. Who knows when a full-blown war will break out.”

“If you ask me, the real threat to the Empire isn’t just the demons. It’s those sea monsters. Take this morning, for example. A Fifth-Rank Extraordinary attacked Gavin Harbor. The entire fleet, both sailboats and warships, were sunk, and the whole town was wiped out by the ensuing tsunami.”

“The wolf cubs over in Tutkhamun’s southwest aren’t any better.”

“Hearing all this makes it feel like we’re next in line for conscription, doesn’t it?”

“Hard to say.”

The seasoned officers of the communications team bantered casually about the state of the nation.

Just then, the sealed artifact typewriter suddenly jammed.

“Is it broken?”

The middle-aged man with the cigarette gave it a light tap.

A moment later, the typewriter resumed its operation.

However, the message it had been transcribing abruptly halted, replaced by a new, urgent missive marked in red:

“At 3:15 AM Imperial Time, Captain Xiya Asorant pursued and engaged a high-priority target on the Demon Battlefield for three consecutive days. With the support of two teammates, he successfully killed the 38th-ranked target on the Empire’s Most Wanted List, the Fifth-Rank Legendary Demon ‘Death Soul Lord.’”

“The decapitation mission was a complete success. Captain Xiya and his team will return to headquarters via teleportation matrix in three days to receive imperial commendation.”

“Hiss…”

The middle-aged man sucked in a sharp breath at the report.

His reaction drew the curiosity of his colleagues, who quickly gathered around.

The group of officers exchanged looks of shock and amazement before launching into a chorus of exclamations.

“That kid’s only in his twenties, right? He’s just a Fourth-Rank Extraordinary, yet he managed to take down a Fifth-Rank Legendary?”

“They say he has some kind of ancient bloodline flowing through him. Even the Marshal personally confirmed it.”

“I heard he’s favored by the gods themselves, able to hold multiple faiths and wield a far greater number of Divine Factors than ordinary people.”

“He only got promoted to captain recently, and now he’s up for another commendation? Are they going to make him a major next?”

“Who knows? Either way, it’s not something we can even dream of.”

The room buzzed with a mix of envy and admiration for this rising star.

“Actually... if that one guy were still around, maybe he wouldn’t lose out to this Xiya kid,” the cigarette-smoking officer suddenly remarked.

The atmosphere immediately grew tense.

After that incident, the young man in question had been stripped of his powers and exiled from the Imperial Capital. His family had fallen into decline as a result.

This story wasn’t exactly a secret within the military—some even knew about the hidden political strife behind it. Unfortunately, a gag order from the higher-ups had strictly forbidden ordinary soldiers from discussing the matter.

Noticing the uncomfortable silence around him, the middle-aged man let out a sigh.

But before anyone could say more, the typewriter began clacking again, printing another urgent red-letter message:

“Her Highness, the Third Princess, Yveste Roland Alexini, will return to the Imperial Capital via teleportation matrix in three days. Below is the list of accompanying personnel…”

As the typewriter continued its rhythmic movements, a string of names—some familiar, some unfamiliar—appeared on the paper.

At one point, the cigarette-smoking officer’s eyes widened in disbelief. His cigarette fell from his lips, landing on the cluttered floor.

Him?

How could that be possible?!