93 - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

# Chapter 93: I Will Kill You After leaving the circus, it was already dusk. The sun set in the west, and the night gradually enveloped everything in darkness. Occasional starlight dotted the sky, prompting an unconscious desire to stop and admire the view. Linn followed behind Ivester, gazing at her stunning silhouette, and sighed softly in his heart. Although he had tried to please Ivester according to the witch's instructions, he wasn't very confident given how things had gone. After all, he spent the whole day being treated like a servant. Her face remained composed and indifferent throughout, as if nothing could pique her interest. True, compared to her usual self, this wasn't unusual, but Linn had a keen sense that something was off about her emotions. It was as if she briefly overlapped with the witch he knew ten thousand years into the future, who longed for death. However, Linn didn’t dwell on it too much, assuming she was just in a bad mood due to something. After all, she hadn't yet experienced the despair of the witch in the far future, so how could she have that cold and world-weary aura? Linn kept silent and followed Ivester closely. Suddenly, a small figure appeared beside them. "Brother, do you want to buy a bouquet of flowers for your sister?" He hesitated but then decided, "Alright, I'll take one." Looking at the emaciated little girl, Linn's heart softened. He emptied the coins in his pocket—quite a handful—into the flower-selling girl's pocket and chose a small white bouquet from her basket. "Thank you, brother!" The little girl hurried off to find another customer. Seeing this, Linn shook his head. "Your Highness, these beautiful flowers are for you," he said, handing the bouquet to Ivester. She frowned at the pure and resilient white flowers in his hand. "They're hideous. Go and get me some roses." Right, Linn thought. Given Ivester's flamboyant and arrogant personality, how could she prefer a more subdued bouquet? She had always only liked roses. But roses required a much more exacting environment, something a young girl couldn't possibly cultivate. Seeing Ivester’s unyielding expression, Linn sighed again. "Please wait for me here for a moment." Linn turned and dashed in the direction where the flower-seller disappeared. Unfortunately, the street was too crowded. Even retracing his steps, he couldn’t find the girl or a single flower shop. After ten minutes of looking, he sighed and returned to the original spot, only to find an empty space where Ivester had been. I knew it. Linn had a sudden realization—of course, that woman, who never followed rules, would not wait for him. Especially since he was her subordinate, requests like these didn't really matter to her. Now what? Linn fell into thought. "Are you looking for a lady wearing a black mask?" A voice, clear and melodious like a songbird, suddenly spoke nearby. The voice was youthful and innocent, almost like that of a young girl. "Yes! If you know where she's gone, please tell me!" Linn's eyes lit up as he turned towards the voice. Before him stood a lady in a white wide-brimmed hat. The hat's brim was low, and covered with a veil, making it impossible to discern her features and age. Despite that, Linn thought her striking from the first glance. She was simply immense. Even though Ivester's figure was admired among her peers, she paled in comparison to the woman before him. Though the lady's attire was conservative, she had an almost maternal, voluptuous presence, as if she might burst from her clothing—a sensuous and sweet allure filled the air around her. Yet, the youthful and clear voice from earlier made Linn question his assumptions. In sum, she was a woman whose age was hard to pinpoint. After hearing Linn's plea, the lady in the white hat gently nodded before pointing in a specific direction. "The lady you seek went that way," her voice was enchanting, "If you want to catch her, you'd better hurry. After all, a girl’s least favorite thing is waiting." There seemed to be a deeper implication in her words. Linn nodded, feeling relieved. "Thank you for guiding me!" He sprinted in the direction she pointed. But a few seconds later, as if struck by a thought, he ran back to the lady. "Beautiful lady, this bouquet suits you well," he said, not waiting for her response, and placed the flowers in her arms before dashing off again. The lady seemed momentarily stunned, staring at the bouquet in her hands. Then, a voice laced with malice spoke from the shadows beside her, sounding icy. "Madam, should I take care of him?" As a guard placed by the Second Prince Felit at her side, letting the clueless fool walk away without immediate execution was a gross oversight. He had no clue about the esteemed presence he had conversed with. "Must you always talk of violence, Elsha?" The white-hatted lady snapped back to herself and chided gently, lowering her head to sniff the bouquet. "These smell wonderful." "But to still be called a 'beautiful lady' as a mother of two—what an interesting young man." She stroked her face, chuckling to herself. When Linn finally caught up to Ivester, she was seated on a bench under a streetlamp. Her mask was removed, resting beside her. Her snow-white, beautiful face was exposed, her gaze deep as she watched the sky. Due to the curse mark on Ivester’s face, what should have been a crowded street was now completely deserted. Likely, everyone had been scared away. Seeing the silent princess, Linn decided against disturbing her peace and quietly moved to sit beside her. Barely touching the seat, a soft voice floated over, "Who allowed you to sit? Kneel before me." Damn it. Linn cursed inwardly. Slowly, he moved one meter in front of Ivester and dropped to one knee. A man's knees are as precious as gold; one knee doesn't count. "Clatter!" With a pair of soft sounds, the crystal high heels she wore fell to the ground. Linn felt Ivester's delicate feet on his lap, the touch silky and cold. Instinctively, he looked down to find her ankles faintly red and swollen. Her shoes were ill-fitting. No wonder she wore a dissatisfied face all day. "Five minutes." As she stargazed, Ivester suddenly spoke. "Hm?" Linn responded instinctively. "It took you five full minutes to find me. As my dog, this is a severe oversight." Ivester’s tone was unreadable. While cradling her pale feet, Linn lowered his head. "I'm sorry, but Your Highness needn't worry about getting lost. Even if I can't find you, there are plenty at the estate who—" "Whether they can find me or not is irrelevant," Ivester said calmly. "But if you can't find me, I will kill you." "... As you wish, Your Highness." When a woman is in a bad mood, it's best not to reason with her, he thought. "And if you're late next time, I'll kill you too." "Yes, Your Highness." --- **Note:** For optimal reading mode, exit reading mode to navigate to the next page.