Chapter 119 My...Good Dog - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Time rewound to five minutes earlier. Looking at the countless people gathered outside the Augusta Estate, Lynn sighed with relief. Overall, everything was unfolding according to his plan, including the scene before him. Generally speaking, earning six hundred points in ten days was incredibly difficult. For instance, it would be virtually impossible to find an opportunity to rack up three thousand points in a month if you were in the Imperial Capital. However, this was Orne City, which had just experienced a city-wide disaster. While everyone saw Orne City as bleak and despairing, akin to a Gotham of a previous life, Lynn saw it as a sign of resurgence and renewal. The old order was decaying and corrupt. Therefore, it was meant to be overthrown. In truth, at the outset, he didn’t think that far ahead. He was merely puzzled about how to complete the Witch’s trial. To aid the third princess, who was inexplicably in an emotional slump, to emerge from her shadows, the only solution he could think of was to rekindle her innermost desires. In other words, show her the people or events she most wanted to see. Having read the original work, Lynn knew very well how obsessively Evester yearned for power and the throne. She’d stop at nothing to win the royal selection, even at the cost of her own life. Thus, it was enough to have this perennial loser genuinely experience what it felt like to be a “ruler.” To feel the people's expectations, the supreme honor it entailed, and the heavy responsibility that came with it. This was also to help her remember her original intent. At present, hundreds of thousands of people crowded the streets and alleys surrounding the Augusta Estate, blocking the entire residence like impenetrable walls. They called her name with a reverence normally reserved for deities. Even Lynn, who orchestrated this spectacle, was stirred with emotion. At that moment, he suddenly heard a soft knock on the carriage door. Lynn gestured for a servant to open it. He then saw a small frail figure, clutching a large basket of flowers, standing at the door. “Big brother, would you like to buy some flowers?” It was evident. The little girl looked as if she hadn't had a full meal in a long time, wobbling on her feet as she carefully showed the basket to Lynn. The flowers were mostly small wildflowers, not particularly attractive. However, with his keen eyes, Lynn suddenly noticed a crumpled red rose lying quietly at the bottom of the basket. For some reason, an inexplicable urge arose in his heart. “How much for this bouquet?” He parted the flowers and picked up the red rose from the bottom of the basket. Upon seeing this, the little girl's eyes dimmed slightly. “Big brother, this flower is about to wither. Mom said... Mom said flowers that are about to wither shouldn’t be sold.” “If you want it, just take it.” Lynn paused for a few seconds before asking, “Where’s your mom?” The little girl’s gaze darkened even further as she slowly lowered her head. Though she didn’t answer, her reaction said it all. “Do you have any other family?” “I have... I have a little brother.” Hearing this, Lynn found himself momentarily speechless. After a moment, he turned to the servant beside him and whispered, “Bring the siblings over to live here. I heard the estate is short on help. Perhaps she could be tasked with tending flowers.” Once the servant left with the little flower-selling girl, Lynn casually slipped the rose into the pocket of his jacket. Looking at the emaciated disaster victims around him, he fell silent, lost in thought. After a long while, Lynn finally spoke, softly indicating to the coachman, “Inform the people in front to clear a path.” “By my reckoning, it’s time for us to return.” “Your—Your Highness?!” Afiya’s eyes reddened instantly at the sight of the figure everyone had longed for over the past month. Her voice trembled as she spoke to Evester, who sat in a wheelchair. However, at this moment, Evester had no desire to consider others' feelings. Her rosy lips quivered slightly, and her breathing was erratic, sometimes rapid, sometimes paused. “Sweetie...” Evester whispered a word indistinctly but couldn’t quite get it out. Her previously dim and despairing red eyes now burst with unprecedented vitality and brightness. She didn’t have the time to ponder other issues, like why Lynn wasn’t dead, or how he’d only just returned now. Her fiery heart was overwhelmed by chaotic and almost pathological thoughts. Little pup... my dear puppy... Hold... hold... Never to part again... She seemed like someone in a trance, her breathing fervent and rapid, subconscious in her desire to stand. But ever since absorbing part of the level 0 Sealing Artifact characteristic, Evester had been experiencing some peculiar symptoms. Including intermittent muscular weakness. At this moment, even the act of standing was a struggle for her. Afiya rushed forward, tears streaming: “Your Highness, I... I’ll take you to him immediately!” With that, she prepared to push Evester’s wheelchair out of the reception room. Not only him, but Greya and Morris also rushed outside, wanting to give the guy who achieved miracle after miracle a firm hug. Yet for a crazy woman like Evester, the days without the youngster by her side were unbearable, not for a single moment. Much less to endure the wait for three floors. “Silly pup...” She murmured to herself. Just as Afiya was about to push her away from the window, Evester made an unexpected move. Under the stunned gaze of the onlookers, Evester recklessly stood with all her might, leaping out the window! She seemed utterly insane, her graceful form wrapped in a white gown suddenly losing the wheelchair’s support. From the height of the third story, she plummeted directly downward! Her snowy long hair was gently swaying in the breeze. The blazing and fanatic look in her eyes was indelible. This cold yet stunning woman opened her arms as if willing to become a flame, striving to melt the other completely. Hurry! Hurry to your beloved pup, and let the owner embrace you fully! As the white-haired woman leapt from the third story, Lynn's pupils widened. Gazing at that exquisite face so similar to the witch’s, yet distinct, his heart inexplicably missed a beat. If the witch was a goddess cold as ice, then the woman before her was fire, passionate and searing; a danger to herself and those around her. Yet the fleeting brilliance in her red eyes was irresistibly captivating, like moths to a flame, urging one to burn alongside her. Has this woman gone mad? Jumping from the third floor, isn’t she afraid of injury?! Ordinarily, Lynn would’ve thought such thoughts, apathetically stepping back to avoid the bloodshed. But at this moment, an inexplicable urge swelled in his chest. Captivated by the fiery madness in her eyes, he instinctively stepped forward. The next second, a soft impact pressed into his arms, adding a supple body, seductive and charming. The familiar yet foreign scent of roses filled his senses, throwing him into a momentary stupor. So beautiful... For some reason, such a thought suddenly crossed his mind.