Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 78: Lie Eater, the Eternal God

Indeed.

That esteemed highness was about to arrive in Orne City.

Under normal circumstances, this level of public opinion would be easy to manage—after all, the local newspapers had the Church as a shareholder.

But times had changed.

If this guy in front of him chose to spread unfavorable news during the Second Prince's stay in Orne City, Mozel couldn't even begin to imagine how disastrous the consequences would be.

With these thoughts swirling, Mozel suddenly stopped in his tracks. His expression shifted unpredictably, and he fell into an unprecedented silence.

Seeing this, Lynn didn’t rush him. Instead, he casually fiddled with the gun in his hands, a faint smile on his lips.

Who knows how long passed before Mozel slowly turned back around.

“Let’s talk.” He seemed to have forgotten his earlier declarations, his brows furrowed tightly. “I don’t think there’s an irreconcilable conflict between us. There’s no need to take this to the point of no return.”

“You must understand, it wasn’t me who stripped the Divine Factor from your body. At its core, your enemies are only those few people at headquarters and the Mosgra Family.”

Mozel had decided to compromise, for now.

If he could buy temporary peace by ceding a small portion of his assets, it would be worth it.

“Nine hundred thousand,” Lynn said bluntly, throwing out an outrageous figure.

“That’s impossible…” Mozel shot back immediately, his voice firm. “Besides, this isn’t the right place for negotiations. We should discuss this somewhere else.”

As he spoke, Mozel gestured, and two trusted subordinates stepped forward.

“Another place?” Lynn thought for a moment and then nodded. “Fine, but I’ll choose the time and location.”

“I don’t trust people from your Divine Order Church.”

Not that I trust you either! Mozel thought coldly, shaking his head internally.

“It’s you asking me for money right now, so I get to decide,” he said, rejecting Lynn’s terms outright.

In truth, Mozel’s heart was already filled with murderous intent. He had decided to stage a banquet with sinister intentions.

If he could eliminate this menace once and for all, not only would recent troubles come to an end, but he might even gain favor with the Mosgra Family.

“Then there’s nothing to discuss,” Lynn said nonchalantly, turning to leave.

Seeing this, Mozel panicked.

Right now, the other party held all the cards.

After a moment of hesitation, he clenched his teeth. “You set the time, I’ll set the place!”

Hearing this, Lynn stopped in his tracks.

He appeared to be calculating whether this deal was worth it.

After a short pause, the black-haired, blue-eyed youth turned back to face Mozel and his two subordinates.

“Tell me the location first,” he said.

Mozel exhaled in relief.

“It will be at the Ch—” he started to say, intending to arrange it at the Church, where his people would have the upper hand and greater control.

But as his eyes scanned the ruins of the buildings burned to the ground, Mozel halted mid-sentence.

The Church was no longer suitable.

Where, then?

One of his properties in Orne City?

No, that wouldn’t work either. Being in the city center, any mishap would blow up into a major issue.

If he wanted to kill Lynn, it had to be somewhere under the Church’s jurisdiction, secluded, and sparsely populated.

That left only one option.

“The Samuel Clock Tower in the northern suburbs,” Mozel said slowly.

The Samuel Clock Tower was named after the Divine Order Church’s first bishop in Orne City. Years ago, when the demon forces attacked, Bishop Samuel led all the Church's Extraordinary in a desperate battle outside the city, sacrificing their lives heroically.

To honor them, people had built the Samuel Clock Tower at the site of their deaths.

Every year on this date, the Church’s followers would gather to ring the bell and pray for the spirits of the fallen heroes.

This wasn’t an official Church ritual but a tradition initiated by the faithful. Over time, the Samuel Festival became widely observed, free from clergy control.

However, due to its remote location, the tower remained deserted most of the year.

If someone were to die inside, it might never be discovered.

This was precisely why Mozel chose the Samuel Clock Tower as the negotiation site.

“Alright,” Lynn agreed without hesitation. Then, as if suddenly recalling something, he added, “By the way, I remember that the Samuel Festival is in seven days. Are you sure that’s a good time?”

Seven days later?

Survive tomorrow first before thinking about that.

Mozel sneered inwardly but kept his expression neutral. “To reach an agreement, perhaps just tomorrow night will suffice.”

“Alright then, tomorrow night it is,” Lynn finalized. “I hope you’ll show your sincerity by then.”

“You’ll see it,” Mozel replied coolly.

Lynn nodded and prepared to leave, but suddenly paused mid-step. “Oh, one more thing,” he said.

“To avoid any unexpected complications, during the negotiations, aside from these two men behind you, no one else is allowed near the Samuel Clock Tower. Otherwise, I won’t hesitate to walk away.”

“Agreed,” Mozel said without hesitation.

In fact, this fit perfectly into his plans.

Mozel watched as Lynn left the Divine Order Church. Gazing at the scattered gold coins on the ground and the smoldering ruins of the Church, he took a deep breath.

If he could eliminate this troublemaker, it would all be worth it.

Even if he offended the Third Princess, as long as he secured the Second Prince’s favor, he didn’t believe that woman would truly dare to kill him.

With this in mind, Mozel resolved to carefully plan every detail of the ambush.

“What happened here stays between the three of us,” he instructed his two trusted subordinates. “Consider this a secret operation known only to us.”

“Also, withdraw the guards stationed at the Samuel Clock Tower. Give them the day off.”

He understood the importance of secrecy.

With himself, a Fourth-Rank Extraordinary, two Third-Rank subordinates, and several powerful sealed artifacts from the Church, the odds were overwhelmingly in his favor. Unless a Fifth-Rank Legendary personally intervened, there was no way Lynn could escape, even if he came prepared.

That woman wouldn’t possibly send a Legendary as his bodyguard, right?

“Yes, Bishop,” the two subordinates replied in unison.

As Mozel departed, the two exchanged whispers.

“Wasn’t the Samuel Festival not supposed to be in seven days?” one of them hesitated, uncertainty on his face.

“Maybe you’re remembering wrong,” the other dismissed the concern. “I’m pretty sure it’s seven days away too.”

“Besides, if even the Bishop didn’t say anything, why bother worrying about such a small ceremony the Church barely pays attention to?”

“You’re right.”

...

Meanwhile, in a swiftly moving carriage several blocks away from the Divine Order Church, Lynn silently deactivated the Lie Eater ability.

Since advancing to the Second Rank, he could now exert some influence over mid-level Extraordinaries, making them firmly believe his lies.

For instance, muddling their memory of time.

Of course, this worked so effectively because Mozel and his ilk, with their high status, never paid attention to such minor festivals. They didn’t even remember the actual date, so it only took a slight twist to make them believe whatever Lynn said.

Staring out at the passing streetscape through the window, Lynn remained silent.

From the start, what he sought wasn’t money—it was the collapse of the faith in people’s hearts.

Everything was ready; only the final spark remained.

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