Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

Chapter 259: Chapter 184 Miss Witch Seems to Be Coquettish

When Louise left Tiya’s room, she stood dumbly at the door, unable to regain her senses for a long time.

It was only when the cold breeze brushed against Tiya’s face that she finally snapped out of it.

“The Church has specially formed a capture team led by you. You must capture Lynn Bartleion in the shortest possible time,”

“You must know that the limb-connecting demon killed Sister Trina, who loved us both dearly. We must avenge her!”

These were the last words Louise left before she departed.

Soon everyone would gather at the Church to launch a full-scale manhunt for the limb-connecting demon, Lynn.

But even now, Tiya hadn’t recovered from the shock she had just experienced.

When she came to her senses again, she found herself fully dressed, holding a scepter, and standing dumbfounded in front of a mirror.

Her eyes were still slightly red, as if she had not yet freed herself from that inexplicable dream.

“Lynn Bartleion…”

She slowly recited this name.

Could he really be the murderer?

If that was the case, both the torture in the interrogation room and the assassination that followed made sense.

She had wrongly blamed him.

He was still the righteous and proud man he had been, not disappointing her expectations.

The real person who should be condemned was Lynn Bartleion!

That… deceiver!

In that instant, a wave of unprecedented disappointment and anger surged within her.

Her chest heaved slightly.

At this moment, what truly angered and disappointed her was not just that her brother Xiya was wronged.

It was merely because that guy had deceived her.

Due to Tiya’s delayed emotional perceptions, which had always centered around her brother Xiya, she hadn’t even realized this herself.

As a doll-like maiden, she should not have experienced such intense emotional turmoil with any man other than Xiya.

However, everything subtly changed.

Recalling the shocking incident described by Louise at the doorstep of the substitute punisher’s headquarters, Tiya breathed deeply.

At the same time, a tinge of regret surfaced in her mind.

If she had actually been there to witness him in action, she might have been able to harden her heart completely and sever all ties with him.

Thinking back, because of those inexplicable words she had previously spoken, compounded by the inherent indebtedness in her heart, she had not once considered the possibility that he was the real murderer.

After all, she had just assumed that people suspected him because of the wound she had caused.

Now, the overwhelming evidence laid before her, even he had admitted to it, left no room for defense.

It should be so.

The disappointment and anger in her heart proved this point.

Yet, feeling the indescribable emotions from her heart, Tiya’s fingers involuntarily clenched the fabric over her chest, her complexion pale, seemingly with some difficulty breathing.

He was the murderer.

It had to be so.

Although she had been hypnotizing herself from the beginning to accept this, a ridiculous thought still surfaced in Tiya’s mind.

She subconsciously reminisced about the young man in the interrogation room, bruised and sorrowful.

Could such a person really be the murderous limb-connecting demon?

Clearly, even though the facts were right before her eyes, there still lingered a sliver of disbelief deep inside Tiya.

Maybe, only by facing him and using her hypnosis ability to ask directly could she find the answer.

Fortunately, the Church had seen her concern for this mission, not only had they specially approved her earlier as an interrogator but had also put her in charge of this capture team.

With this in mind, an unprecedented resolution emerged in her thoughts.

She wanted to capture him before all other forces.

Then, unravel everything!

…

“Achoo!”

Lynn sneezed several times.

Clearly, at this very moment, many beauties were secretly worried about him.

Perhaps, this is the bitter consequence of being too handsome.

Sigh.

Lynn looked at Fourth Prince Joshua, who was tied to a chair and asleep, and touched his own face with some sadness.

His face showed no signs of panic; in fact, upon learning that a top-level manhunt had been issued, he instead wondered which position he might rank on the wanted list.

At this moment, the two were in an abandoned old factory in the Lower City District.

In the vast factory, aside from the occasional scurrying of rats, there was nothing else.

Glostit was vast, so vast that when Lynn first saw this “Capital of Ten Thousand Cities” on the map, he, as a person from Blue Star, was somewhat astonished.

The scale of the city and the degree of human habitation were rare even in his place.

Therefore, even though various forces relied on Sealed Objects and High Rank Transcendents, Lynn did not believe that these people could find him in a short time.

As a devout follower of End, the Divine Chosen Mark bestowed upon him unparalleled anti-divination and concealment effects, far stronger than those of a limb-connecting demon.

Thinking of this, Lynn suddenly realized that he hadn’t been in touch with the Witch for quite some time.

On one hand, it was because he had been busy lately.

On the other hand, it was because Ivyst had increasingly mastered the art of manipulating his heart, and the lost memories occasionally surfaced in his mind in fragmented form.

This caused his perception of the Witch to become somewhat peculiar.

Not that he disliked her.

It was simply an odd feeling.

Nevertheless, she remained his favorite.

With thoughts turning, Lynn pulled out a piece of parchment from his pocket.

The Fourth Prince had not awakened yet, and it would take a long time for the limb connectors and the various forces’ search teams to come knocking.

Therefore, Lynn, seemingly placed on hot coals, found himself rather idle.

“My dear Witch,” he began with joy…

Using the moonlight, Lynn wrote down his longing and greetings on the parchment.

Shortly after, a dense essay appeared on the parchment.

The absurdity and ludicrousness of the words were such that probably no woman could read from start to finish without an expression.

After confirming the format of the letter was correct, Lynn began to quietly wait.

This time, unlike the previous cross-temporal conversations, the parchment showed no signs of change even after quite a while.

It was as if… the signal on the other side was bad, preventing reception of his messages.

At this moment, Lynn’s expression turned serious.

Since most of the Order Chains on the Witch had broken, she had regained much of her authority, and he had also received a great deal of help from her all this time.

The Witch was indeed one of his biggest supports in acting wantonly.

Now, however, he couldn’t reach his greatest support, which made him somewhat anxious.

Reflecting on this, Lynn began to focus, trying to communicate with the Mark of the Eternal Chosen in his mind.

This was the anchor that allowed him to traverse between the present world and the Pantheon, critically important.

Even the Witch’s last descent into him had relied on this mark.

Please, let there be nothing wrong.

Lynn’s expression was very grave as he tried over and over to communicate with the unresponsive Divine Chosen Mark.

Normally, the Witch would have summoned him by now.

Was there an issue with the Pantheon?

Was the Bright Moon Goddess alerted because of his actions to change Tiya’s fate?

Recalling his recent actions, it seemed that only this could potentially impact the Witch.

Given her current state combined with the Pantheon’s seal, it was difficult to say if she could withstand the Bright Moon Goddess, Beatrice.

Damn it.

Due to the Witch’s omnipotent façade, he had subconsciously overlooked this point.

Their connection was truly one-sided.

To reach the future, he had only the Witch to rely on.

In other words,

if something drastic happened in the future, Lynn, positioned in the past, was powerless to lend a hand.

Fortunately, things had not yet progressed to the most dangerous point.

Just as Lynn was beginning to worry, the previously serene Divine Chosen Mark finally responded. @@novelbin@@

A sudden vision entered Lynn’s mind.

It was a scene occurring within the Pantheon.

The Witch, bound by chains in the center of the temple, was now pale and extraordinarily weak, overwhelmed by infinite bright moonlight.

Her normally cold and jaded face faintly revealed a look of helplessness and distress.

It seemed no one would come to her rescue.

Meanwhile, a somewhat frail whisper reached his ears,

“Continue to attempt… changing the Silent Saintess’s fate… pay no heed to me…”

As expected!

Feeling the vision in his mind, Lynn took a deep breath.

It seemed the Bright Moon Goddess had indeed made her move.

Not only that, but in her sealed state, it seemed the battle between the two goddesses had ended with the Witch’s defeat.

This was his first time seeing her show such a fragile and helpless side.

Even Lynn himself felt a twinge in his heart.

He didn’t doubt whether this could be an act from the Witch.

After all, with her cold and world-weary demeanor, how could she, unlike Ivyst, exhibit such a coquettish behavior that led one to wild thoughts?

Lynn took a deep breath.

Although he didn’t know the exact situation of the Witch, worrying needlessly was the least useful thing.

Right now, all he could do was to follow her instructions and change Tiya’s plot deviation as much as possible.

Thinking this, the image of a slender figure in a moon-white magic robe inadvertently surfaced in his mind.

Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before they met again.

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