Chapter 107 Goodbye, Your Highness, and Everyone Else - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

"Oh crap, a cleansing cream." "Truly, that's enough for this life." Feeling his whole face deeply buried in the crevices and catching the faint fragrance of coconuts, Lynn thought perhaps this gamble wasn't a total loss. He stole a petty breath before reluctantly lifting his head. Considering the current situation, within that moment, Lynn collected his ecstatic expression and returned to calm. The mask had long fallen from Evester's face, revealing her stunning and serene visage, her demeanor regained its usual imperial majesty and sternness. It was as if everything that had just happened was merely his imagination. After all, as a princess of an empire, grace and dignity had been ingrained in her bones from a young age. Evester was not one to be hysterical or panicked; the earlier scene of her tears was something unprecedented indeed. But now, she seemed to have recovered from the mental shock and impact. Yet, the slight redness of her eyes and her icy grip on his arm suggested that her true feelings were far from calm. "Your Highness, I—" Lynn began to speak. However, the woman before him, headstrong as ever, again exercised her specialty—ignoring his words. Not only that, she roughly tore open his already tattered clothes, her hands trembling slightly like cold little snakes, exploring across his body. Not even sparing a glance at his head. Of course, this action was merely to confirm whether there were any irreversible injuries on him. Hey, hey, hey! This is a little too intense. Lynn sucked in a cold breath. Though strangely gratified, he knew better than to ignore the context. He took a step back, trying to extricate himself from Evester's tight embrace, only to find himself seized by the wrist. As if saying, you're not escaping. She held him so tightly that her nails dug deep into his skin. Yet Evester's expression was composed, only the occasional flicker of heat in her eyes hinted she might be in a state of utter turmoil. She had arranged everything, prepared for a descent into slumber, but at the pivotal moment, her cherished little hound dashed forth like a protective wolf, rescuing her from nightmares and despair. An outcome she had never foreseen. "Come back to the capital with me," Evester said evenly after a lengthy silence, her grip on his wrist unwavering, "Glorestant has many large churches, vastly superior to backwater places like Orne City. Many nobles and even the royal vault possess sealed artifacts capable of resolving your current predicament." "Your Highness, you—" "It's merely the core characteristic of a level-zero sealed object; as long as you live, there's always a way to extract it." "I..." "Don't worry, regardless of the cost, I'll cure you." "Furthermore, I'm not in the mood to hear anything else from you now. But once this is over, you're to recount the process from start to finish in full detail." Evester kept interrupting Lynn, dragging him outward. As though loosening her grip would send him flying off to a place she could never find him again. Only by this means could she seemingly extend the time Lynn remained within her reach. Yet Lynn wasn't interested in listening to these words. Glancing at his bleeding wrist, he sighed and halted his steps. "In that case... wouldn't Your Highness have to lower herself to beg those damned fools?" Lynn replied, "If it means such humiliation for you, I'd rather you just kill me." Crap. The words slipped out smoothly. Immediately, he regretted them. Are you trying to make this crazy woman even more affectionate towards you? Driven by primal urges again! He wanted to slap himself. As soon as she heard Lynn's words, a fervent gleam flashed in Evester's red eyes, a peculiar flush appearing on her once-pale face. Seeing this, Lynn quickly pivoted the conversation: "Besides, Your Highness, I'm already close to death, you probably—" Before he could finish, he suddenly found himself pinned against a wall. Evester bent down, opening her red lips and biting hard on his shoulder. Amidst a warm, damp sensation and a peculiar soreness, Lynn felt blood trickle down his shoulder. However, the madwoman seemed unfazed, even licking the spilling blood into her mouth, swallowing it with a slight tilt of her head. Oh great, this has gone off the rails! Lynn was taken aback by Evester's sudden action. Her eyes still carried a trace of sinister satisfaction, yet her voice was icy cold: "Since you insist on talking, then speak." "Despite letting you off, allowing you to return to the capital first, you sneaked back, pulling these unnecessary actions, causing the master worry. I don't recall raising such a rebellious pup." "This mark, I'm leaving, as a negligible punishment for your above conduct." "Furthermore..." Evester suddenly grasped his cheeks firmly, her breath, scorching and sweet, bathing Lynn's face. "I've always said, in this world, the only person who can let you die is me." "If I decide you won't die, then under no circumstances are you allowed to." Upon hearing this, Lynn took a deep breath. He had more to say, but suddenly loud noises came from the entrance to the underground ruins. "Your Highness!!! Are you alright!!!" The anxious voices of subordinates echoed. In her cat form, Afiya leaped forward leading the group, transforming into her humanoid form midair, crashing into Lynn like a headbutting missile. "The villain's fine too!" After colliding with Lynn, forcing him to step back, her eyes sparkled with amazement and admiration. "Everyone's okay, that's wonderful!" "By the way, that commotion earlier was terrifying, what exactly happened?!" Evester took a deep breath, suppressing the earlier derangement in her eyes, returning to her usual calm. "The princess is fine," she replied lightly. "What about casualties?" As Morris emerged from the shadows, wiping his tears, he said, "Apart from Duke Tyrus's elite unit suffering over half casualties, the rest are essentially unharmed." Duke Tyrus followed closely into the underground ruins. His expression was exceedingly grim, staying silent, seemingly enraged by what Saint Roland VI had caused today. But upon meeting Lynn's eyes, the duke's expression softened as he nodded in silent understanding. In that moment, the entire atmosphere within the underground ruins relaxed, everyone basked in the joy of surviving a calamity. "Brother, you're incredible," Greya walked over, slinging an arm around Lynn's shoulders, the shock on his face evident. "Mind telling me what exactly you did?" "When those two terrifying entities fought in the sky just now, I vaguely saw one of the monsters resemble you. Even Rhine said I was mistaken." "That was indeed me." Lynn admitted, feeling all the gazes directed at him, "And the other entity is now residing in my body." As he spoke, Lynn lifted his hand, conjuring a mass of black swamp in his palm. "?!" Such a formidable entity, estimated in real power to be at the sixth rank demigod, was just residing in his body like that? But he's only at the first rank currently! A realization dawned upon the crowd, plunging them into silence. The joy from earlier dissipated. In Afiya's eyes, worry surfaced. Seeing everyone fall silent, Lynn gave a faint smile, "Seeing everyone safe, I too am relieved." "Additionally, I have a few more words for you all." Suddenly, Lynn looked down at Afiya in his arms and said, "Though the princess hasn't directly absorbed the core traits of the level-zero sealed object, she's still suffered some contamination." "She might feel weak and experience temporary paralysis in the coming days, so you should prepare a wheelchair. It’d be best to take her out for walks in it." In that moment, Evester was standing purely out of sheer will, and it was remarkable she wasn’t already unconscious. Due to the high fusion between Lynn and the Creation Demon, his senses had become extraordinarily sharp, and her physical condition couldn't escape his observation. Hearing this, Evester's expression darkened. She seemed to sense what Lynn was about to do and staggered towards him, "You shut up—" Lynn suddenly leaped, floating in midair. Seeing this, she bit her lip, her pale face showing a trace of anger, as if to say, how dare you ignore your master's words? But Lynn didn't stop, continuing, "Duke Tyrus, you're a true noble. During the upcoming royal selection, please look after the princess, and I hope you won’t betray your previous promises." Even Duke Tyrus now sensed something was amiss. "Hey, you—" "Rhine," Lynn's gaze landed on the proud, blond man. "Though I don’t particularly like you, the Augusta family is one of the few powers the princess can rely on." "I hope you'll stick to your loyalty and not sway with the wind." Rhine’s expression froze momentarily but, feeling the eyes of those around him, he snorted and nodded his head. "Greya, after I leave, think about how I’d handle things. Sometimes unconventional methods can break a stalemate. And Morris..." Lynn intended to speak further. However, the Creation Demon was far more potent than he'd imagined. Even with careful preparation, such a powerful being wasn’t about to let a mere first-tier mortal toy with it. "Splurt!" With the sound of blood splattering, black, congealed mud spears pierced through Lynn's body from all directions. A malicious face emerged from his chest, observing the surroundings with disdain. Gasps erupted from the crowd. Yet Lynn maintained his position, floating despite his failing body. "Get back here, you!" Evester's tone was still icy, but a faint tremor betrayed her inner turmoil. She instinctively reached out, trying to grasp Lynn's coat, but her body wouldn’t hold, collapsing into Afiya's arms. "Hey, what did you mean by those words? Are you planning to leave after this?" Greya, aware of Lynn's intentions, frowned deeply. "Enough is enough!" "The princess and the experts in the capital are far more capable. Don’t think you can handle this solo; you're no savior, just a first-tier." "Besides—" "No, there are things only I can do now," Lynn interrupted Greya. From his vantage point, he surveyed everyone, his gaze lingering on Evester held by Afiya. Gazing into her red eyes, he suddenly smiled, "Lastly, one more thing to say." "Your Highness, I believe you will become a great emperor." With that, Lynn made one final leap to the highest point. "Soon, I’ll have temporary control over the Creation Demon's power," Lynn announced. "I’ll use this power to teleport you all out of the Sorlen Mountains." "What—what are you planning to do?!" Desperate cries rang out from below. "I'm going...to end this." Slowly, he raised his right hand. As the space around them warped, the figures began to fade. Sensing his intent, Evester gritted her teeth. Even paralyzed, she instinctively reached in his direction. In her red eyes, Lynn caught a fleeting glimpse of pleading—a softness he had never seen in her before. Not even when threatened with suicide had she ever backed down. "Farewell, Your Highness, and everyone." Ignoring that flicker of hesitation, Lynn clenched his fist firmly. "You bastard!!!" Evester screamed as his hand moved. Within the next breath, the underground ruins descended into silence as if everything from before had never occurred. A relieved sigh escaped Lynn. "Now, I suppose it's time to settle things between us." Feeling the struggle and mutation within, he spoke calmly. "Save the bravado for your next life, brat, your time is up!!!" The Creation Demon had finally recovered from the agony inflicted by the Thorned Crown. It reasserted its control over Lynn's mind and will, ready to fully seize his body. As a bottom-tier first-level extraordinary, Lynn should stand no chance! "Oh, is that so?" Despite the situation, Lynn remained unflustered. "But I think I still have some fight left in me." With that, under the Creation Demon's glare, he slowly pulled something from his pocket. It was a pair of black stockings. (P.S.: No fake death escape, and the princess won't go offline.) Final double vote day!!! Please vote!!!