Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 42: Lynn, This Princess Shall Reward You

 “What... what did you just say?!”  

Yveste’s voice was filled with astonishment.  

Calm and collected, Lynn repeated his statement.  

As he spoke, a familiar system notification chimed in his mind:  

[S-level plot character "Yveste Roland Alexini" has increased plot deviation by 0.53%.]  

What the—?  

Lynn was stunned.  

This minor deviation alone had earned him 40 system points.  

It was an absolute windfall, far surpassing the points he’d scraped together during the entire afternoon’s labor.  

With this, Lynn’s total surged to 83 points, a fortune by his current standards.  

He could now consider upgrading Lie Eater or Crown of Thorns to the next rank, though he doubted it would be of much use at the moment.  

His prediction had been spot-on: his actions had indeed rewritten Yveste’s future trajectory, if only slightly.  

As these thoughts flitted through his mind, a faint, elegant scent of roses wafted toward him.  

The stack of contracts in his hand suddenly lightened.  

Looking up, Lynn realized Yveste had approached without him noticing.  

She now held the contracts, flipping through them with a serious expression, meticulously examining each clause and signature.  

Every name was signed with precision, each marked with a fingerprint in ink.  

Lynn took the opportunity to observe Yveste more closely.  

Her style had changed once again.  

Today, her glossy black hair was swept into an intricate updo, adorned with lavish, colorful jewels that exuded elegance.  

She wore a flowing Bohemian-style crimson dress, embellished with floral patterns and diamonds. The dress fell just below her knees, revealing slender legs clad in sheer black stockings, paired with finely crafted high-heeled ankle boots.  

Compared to her previous austere black attire, today’s ensemble made her appear softer, more mature.  

She radiated the graceful allure of a noblewoman, despite her youth.  

In modern terms, she’s the epitome of an elegant wife archetype, Lynn mused.  

But such beauty was for his eyes alone. Others would shrink away, too overwhelmed by fear or disdain to truly appreciate her presence.  

Time ticked by as Yveste pored over the contracts.  

The further she read, the harder it became for her to hide her astonishment.  

The faint power imbued within the Extraordinary Contracts was palpable, confirming their authenticity.  

Verifying the situation was straightforward—she could simply dispatch someone to the city gates.  

If Lynn had failed to resolve the issue, the nobles and officials colluding with the Divine Order Church would never have allowed the refugees into the city.   ꭆÀŊO͍ꞖÊš

In fact, they would have relished seeing her struggle with the crisis.  

Yet, against all odds, a seemingly ordinary young man had neutralized this peril with ease.  

Yveste’s breathing quickened.  

Initially, finding Lynn had been a stroke of unexpected luck.  

But his intelligence and capability had consistently exceeded her expectations.  

This flawless resolution lifted a significant burden off her shoulders.  

It not only deflated her enemies’ arrogance but subtly boosted her own reputation.  

With the refugees no longer a source of leverage, the weight pressing on her eased significantly.  

For the first time in a long while, Yveste felt an unprecedented sense of relief.  

How long has it been since I last felt this way?  

It was... intoxicating.  

Sitting back and issuing orders, only to be met with delightful results—it was no wonder her siblings surrounded themselves with the finest advisors.  

Yveste’s heartbeat quickened as she savored this newfound elegance—the power to solve problems without resorting to violence.  

But until now, she’d lacked anyone in her retinue comparable to Lynn.  

Not even someone close.  

This realization solidified her determination: no one else could have him.  

With a glimmer in her eyes, she turned to Lynn. “Tell me, how did you manage this in just one afternoon?”  

Lynn perked up, eager to recount his tale. Rolling up his sleeves, he began, “Your Highness, let me tell you, I went through a lot out there! You wouldn’t believe how uncooperative the security bureau was. Those bastards were passive-aggressive at every turn and tried to obstruct us whenever they could. And the refugees? They were no better. The moment I arrived, they surrounded me and threatened to bash my head in. But I stood tall because I represent you, Your Highness, and the Empire’s dignity! I—”  

Before he could continue his embellished account, the ring on Yveste’s finger glimmered faintly red.  

She glanced at it, her brows furrowing.  

The ring was an ancient cursed artifact that could briefly discern truth from lies. She had worn it during her meeting with the Divine Order Church envoy and had forgotten to take it off.  

Now, it revealed that Lynn was lying.  

Yveste’s gaze turned curious.  

Is he taking advantage of my earlier kindness to spin tall tales?  

The air grew colder.  

Noticing her icy demeanor, Lynn laughed awkwardly, quickly abandoning his dramatics.  

Scratching his head, he admitted, “Alright, fine. It was the usual tactics—divide and conquer, some persuasion, a bit of coercion. I dealt with the ringleader causing trouble, and the rest of the mob crumbled.”  

While he made it sound simple, the execution had been anything but.  

After all, people are individuals with their own thoughts and circumstances. Changing their beliefs with mere words was far from easy.  

The key to his success had been Lie Eater, allowing him to manipulate the situation to his advantage.  

Yveste regarded the black-haired, blue-eyed youth in silence.  

He was only 17.  

What heights could he reach with a few more years to grow?  

The nobles of the Imperial Capital were fools to have crossed someone so formidable.  

In fact, Yveste suspected that Lynn would succeed in his vengeance even without her support.  

For now, however, the hypnosis binding him to her ensured he couldn’t escape her grasp.  

Still, Yveste disliked relying on such coercive means.  

One day, she hoped, Lynn would choose to stay by her side of his own volition.  

This thought brought an uncharacteristic smile to her face.  

“You’ve done an excellent job.” She placed the contracts on her desk and leaned against the windowsill, arms crossed. In the moonlight, she looked ethereal and radiant.  

“So, I shall reward you.”  

“Lynn, if you have a wish, anything at all, speak it now. I will grant it, no matter what it is.”  

Her offer was resolute, her tone one of regal authority.  

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