This Isn’t an E*otic Game?

The Day of the Procedure Arrived.

"The procedure will use the Miracle of Mental Stability to protect both of Their Highnesses' minds while gradually and completely lifting the sealing magic, allowing Princess Iomene’s psyche to recover. It requires the combination of powerful miracles and intricate magical surgery."

The court mage, adjusting the intricate magic circle installed within the Magic Tower, explained the process to the emperor.

"I understand it as a procedure that utilizes the unique trait of twins, where the intact mind of one can restore the damaged mind of the other. Is that correct?"

"Precisely, Your Majesty."

"The goal is for Iomene to receive Almene’s intact mind, resulting in the recovery of both. Correct?"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

"But what about the possibility of Iomene’s negative memories and emotions transferring to Almene and causing complications?"

At those words, the court mage nodded grimly.

"That risk certainly exists. Completely lifting the seal means that all memories, emotions, and thoughts will be shared in real time between them. There is just as much potential for mutual collapse as there is for recovery."

"In that case, the worst possible outcome would occur."

"However, we cannot keep forcibly severing the natural connection between twins forever. This artificial and imposed separation will, at some point, begin to fester and cause irreversible damage to the very soul they share."

The emperor massaged the bridge of his nose, his gaze complicated.

It was natural for him to be troubled.

Leaving things as they were would be harmful to both in the long term, but lifting the seal carried the risk of their minds collapsing together.@@novelbin@@

Sensing the emperor’s concerns, the court mage calmly continued his explanation.

"Of course, the chances of Their Highnesses recovering are much higher. Both of them have a strong will to be healed, and multiple priests will be casting extremely powerful miracles of mental protection. And most importantly—"

The court mage turned to look at me.

"We have His Holiness, the Saint. Even in the worst-case scenario, His Holiness may still be able to intervene."

That wasn’t wrong.

After all, I had Absolute Hypnosis, a god-tier cheat skill.

Of course, my Absolute Hypnosis was simply a skill that forced others to follow my commands unconditionally. It wasn’t some refined ability that could meticulously restore a broken mind.

Which meant that avoiding a situation where everything had to rely on my skill was ideal.

I was merely a reassurance, the last resort. Nothing more, nothing less.

"Please do not worry too much, Your Majesty. I am here."

Even though I would be leaving soon, I still genuinely wished for Iomene and Almene to find happiness.

The procedure today—

I would do whatever I could to guide it toward a successful outcome.

At my words, both the emperor and the empress seemed slightly relieved.

"Very well. Proceed!"

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The priests of the Lilia Church and the court mages approached the two princesses.

Iomene tensed at the sight, baring her teeth in unease, but when I reached out and took her hand, she calmed down.

"It’s okay, Iomene. Don’t be nervous."

At my words, Iomene stopped baring her teeth.