44 - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

## Chapter 44: I Want the Highness's "Holy Relic" --- It's here! When Lynn heard Ivyschter's question, his heart tightened, though he wasn't entirely surprised. To him, this was a test, but also an opportunity. What needed to be done was quite simple. With Ivyschter wearing that truth-detecting ring, his options were limited. So, he decided to think of nothing at all. He would simply convey his genuine feelings to her. Though it felt like a compromise to Lynn, there was no other choice at this juncture. "I want... the Highness's holy relic." Lynn controlled himself, answering blankly. A holy relic? Ivyschter furrowed her brows. This term was quite common in various religious scriptures. Some high-sequence sealed items were even titled as holy relics. Generally, only extraordinary items left by the gods could bear such a title. Such items were usually incredibly valuable. Although Ivyschter boasted an impressive array of containment facilities, she had never dealt with a holy relic. What intrigued her wasn't the idea of the relic itself, but rather Lynn’s peculiar phrasing. Her holy relic? It seemed absurd to her. Despite her considerable strength, she did not yet possess the power to rival the true deities of the major churches. In that case, what around her could be considered a holy relic? Ivyschter, filled with skepticism, glanced at the ring on her finger. It showed no reaction. Indeed, he was telling the truth. He truly yearned for such a holy relic. Ivyschter remained silent for a moment, then asked, "What exactly is the holy relic you're referring to?" Despite thinking it over, Ivyschter couldn't figure out what around her could be classified as a holy relic. But she didn't believe Lynn was making senseless demands. Given his intelligence, he wouldn't ask for something trivial. Perhaps it was something he had coveted for a long time, something that could help him overcome his current predicament, or that would allow him to exact revenge someday. To Lynn, this item was likely of immense importance. Important enough for him to request it even in a hypnotized state. Silently pondering, Ivyschter observed Lynn as he sluggishly spoke, "The holy relic I mean refers to items imbued with your extraordinary power and life energy." Ivyschter’s elegant brows furrowed: "Speak plainly." "Things like... the underwear and stockings you've worn, or high heels." Lynn said, his expression blank. In reality, he was feeling a bit flustered. Even he wished he could just disappear after uttering such embarrassing words directly to her. Thankfully, the effect of the truth-teller ring remained unbroken, maintaining the status. After he said this, the study plunged into a tense silence, so still that the drop of a pin could be heard. The atmosphere was bizarre to the extreme. At this moment, Ivyschter's face was filled with shock. Clearly, the unexpected twist had caught even her off guard. She had thought he was scheming some terrible plan in secret. Little did she expect him to want just those... those items?! Instinctively, Ivyschter glanced at the ring on her finger, yet there was still no response. Indeed, this was also the truth. He genuinely desired her worn stockings and underwear. To him, could such things be considered holy relics? Ivyschter was taken aback by the absurdity. "What do you need something I've worn for?" "...To use." The response was cleverly ambiguous. It only affirmed the depth of the St. Loran language. Upon hearing this, Ivyschter seemed to comprehend something, and the confusion on her face gradually shifted into another emotion. She gazed at Lynn with contempt, as if seeing something filthy. "I don't recall raising a dog with unscrupulous desires towards its master." Ivyschter placed her foot on Lynn's shoulder, her boot toe grinding lightly. It wasn't painful, but immensely humiliating. Sensing her movement, Lynn frowned internally. Could it be that their rapport wasn't strong enough, and it was too early for such requests? He gazed blankly at Ivyschter, while in truth, he was subtly observing her condition. Despite the cold indifference in her eyes, the lamp's glow in the study revealed a detail to Lynn. It seemed... her face was slightly flushed? Was she embarrassed? No, impossible. Lynn dismissed the notion instantly. Such a situation was unthinkable with Ivyschter, that much he was certain. If so, then there must be another explanation. Dimly recalling something from past reading, Lynn mused that when people feel excited or aroused, their sympathetic nerves naturally react, quickening the heartbeat and dilating capillaries, which can lead to blushing. Could it be? Could this woman be excited by the prospects of an underling's fantasies? Lynn pondered with a tingling skull. If this was the case, then he might still have a glimmer of hope! Sure enough, a change occurred in the next moment. "However... since I've already promised to grant you one wish, as your master, I, the Empress, won't go back on my word." Ivyschter suddenly shifted her tone, proclaiming thus. If listened carefully, her slightly hurried breathing could be discerned. Ivyschter herself was uncertain of her feelings. Never in her life had she experienced such a blend of thrill, a mix of shame yet excitement. It was peculiar, though not entirely unpleasant. Clearly, it shouldn't be this way. Yet, upon consideration, she was alone with Lynn in the study, who was hypnotized and would retain no memory afterward. So, nobody would know of her actions, right? Ivyschter pondered silently. With a deep breath, she slipped off her high-heeled boots, then lifted her long skirt slightly, revealing her long, slender legs tightly wrapped in black stockings. Under Lynn's blank gaze, Ivyschter leaned forward slightly, slipping her hands under her skirt. The entire process was accompanied by a rustling sound, fabric rubbing against skin. Moments later, a pair of pale, supple feet gently pressed against the soft carpet. Upon looking, her toes were delicate and charming, arranged tightly like pearl shells, the red nail polish especially alluring. Yet the black stockings that once covered them had vanished. As this thought crossed his mind, a sheer, almost transparent black fabric gently fell into Lynn's palm. It not only retained fresh warmth but also carried a familiar rose scent. Frankly speaking, Lynn's heart skipped a beat. --- **[Note: To proceed to the next page, exit reading mode and click to continue.]**