Chapter 123 I Lost My Memory - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

"I never expected the little puppy I raised to have grown so much without me realizing it," mused Evester with a meaningful tone, her eyes sparkling with a bright, teasing smile as she emerged from the washroom, nestled securely in Lynn's arms. Destruction. It didn't matter anymore. Carrying the immobilized Evester back to the bedside, Lynn thought expressionlessly. After enduring bites all over his body, he now found himself subject to Evester's new methods of play. Clearly, he was the man here, yet at this moment, he felt as if he was the one being teased. Looking at Evester, who silently pulled him into an embrace, Lynn sighed. He couldn't fathom what was on this woman's mind right now. She never inquired where he had been during his disappearance, nor did she ask how he survived the possession of two great demons. It seemed as though she was uninterested in any of it. She neither said anything nor did anything, merely holding him close like this. Evester didn't even grant him the opportunity for freedom, afraid he might seize a chance to escape. Even when they occasionally talked, it was always about past events between them that she brought up. Lynn listened quietly but had no recollection whatsoever. Things like an unpleasant first meeting, helping out at a banquet, or dates—they were all forgotten. To Lynn, this woman seemed seriously unwell—both physically and mentally. She appeared to have lost all interest in matters like the royal selection, or perhaps she was just using this brief but sickly relationship to escape reality. Current circumstances dictated that everyone should be heading towards the imperial capital by train. Yet, Evester seemed unwilling to let him leave. They tangled together in this way, both sinking into some unknown abyss. With the cold shackle around his neck, Lynn breathed in Evester's scent and fell into contemplation. He suddenly recalled the witch mentioning something vaguely about a "crucial node" as he left the Pantheon last time. He hadn't paid it much heed then, but now he comprehended everything fully. The witch's trial was meant for him to alter Evester's bleak fate of being imprisoned in Deadwater Prison. To change this, he needed to continuously increase the deviation from the plot. If he remained imprisoned in the room by Evester in this manner, the future would remain unchanged. She would repeat the original story's tragedy, ultimately being pierced by the holy sword and pinned in the deepest part of Deadwater Prison, only to break free centuries later. He could even foresee the reasons. The world's corrective power could easily make the curse on Evester's face flare up, accidentally killing all her subordinates and causing her to fall into a frenzied state, prompting indiscriminate slaughter against the empire, eventually stopped by Sia and the others. These were things easily achieved. Therefore, at present, he needed to restore some semblance of lucidity to this gravely ill woman. Or rather, gain the opportunity to return to the imperial capital and move freely from her grasp. The shackle on his neck was the "crucial node" the witch had referred to. If it were successfully removed, it signified that Evester had temporarily suppressed her pathological emotions and was starting to act like a normal person. But how exactly should he do it? Lynn wondered silently. He pondered for two entire days. During those two days, the master and servant almost transformed into conjoined twins, rarely leaving the bed, with the shackles on his wrist never coming off for a moment. Whether eating or using the restroom, Lynn had to carry Evester with him. Honestly speaking, if one could overlook the twisted relationship and Evester's sporadic bouts of madness, this scene was quite harmonious—though in truth, no substantial progress occurred at all. The only bath they had was suggested by Evester herself. Yet, it was nothing more than a bath. She seemed to see Lynn only as a little puppy needing tender care, washing his hair and back. From her gaze, Lynn detected no hint of desire between a man and a woman. It was quite a headache. He initially planned to gently alleviate Evester's possessiveness and insecurity through gradual, subtle actions, showing her he wouldn't run away. Yet, Evester seemed entirely unaware of his efforts. Ironically, Lynn found himself growing somewhat indolent. Being kept like a useless person by a beautiful older sister was oddly pleasant. If there could just be some more steamy, slippery encounters added in, that would be perfect. Wait, no! Lynn, have you forgotten about the task given to you by the witch?! You need to return to the imperial capital, seek revenge on those original heroines, and give Sia a fierce backstab! With such a heavy trial on your shoulders, how can you let yourself get lost in her charms? The third day. Being toyed with by the big sister.jpg. Lynn, have you forgotten the deep-seated vengeance of the Bartleon family?! The fourth day. Being toyed with by the big sister.jpg. Feeling Evester's warm embrace, Lynn was thoroughly puzzled, unable to understand why this woman could hold him for an entire day without any change. Yet, after enduring four consecutive days of arduous resistance, he finally decided to act. The gentle, slow approach was destined to fail. To have this woman unlock the shackles, a drastic measure was needed! Only in this way could she be pulled back into reality! As Evester held him while quietly reading in bed, Lynn suddenly lifted his body, struggling a bit. Evester's attention was caught, and she casually closed the book, cradling his chin, "What is it?" Lynn was just about to say something but was interrupted by her. "Is it boring to stay here every day?" Evester stroked his head, "Do you want to play some interesting games?" "Your Highness, there's something I want to say to you," Lynn began slowly. Hearing this, Evester frowned slightly, a hint of coldness flashing in her eyes. "Whatever you have to say, let’s talk about it later," she said, seemingly sensing something amiss and instinctively avoiding it. "I just thought of something amusing." With that, she propped herself against the bed and tugged at the shackles on her wrist. "I remember when you first came to the manor, you were a naughty puppy with a thing for the master," Evester suddenly swung her long, graceful leg wrapped in black stockings, "Sneaking into the master's room and stealing her worn stockings." No. Of all things, I'm sure it's impossible for me to do that. Lynn internally retorted. However, Evester, oblivious to his thoughts, simply lifted her delicate foot, using the tip of the black fabric to brush gently against his chest. "If you like them so much, I'll give you a chance," Evester suddenly started breathing a little quicker, a blush rising on her face. "Come, help the master take it off." "But you can't use your hands, you have to use the puppy way." Feeling Evester's slender, nimble foot pressing gently against his chin, Lynn took a deep breath. It's come to this. "So, Your Highness," he began in a deliberating tone, "All those things you've been mentioning these days, such as us meeting for the first time and me capturing you, or resolving the ball crisis, or even the date—regarding these, I honestly have no recollection." "Maybe when the two great demons possessed me in the Soren Mountains, it caused some mental turmoil. Anyway, Duke Tyrus told me I probably forgot things related to you... uh.” Before he could finish speaking, he felt Evester's foot, wrapped in the black stocking, forcefully press against his face. At this moment, the princess's face was pale, her expression icy, seemingly unwilling to hear another word. Yet, it was a reality she had to face. Lynn gently grasped Evester's tender, slender foot, moving it away from his face. Then, with sincerity, he said, "I'm sorry, Your Highness." "I have amnesia." As expected. That night, the shackle around Lynn's neck was removed. It was replaced by heavier shackles on his limbs, locking him to the four corners of the bed, rendering him immobile in a "wood" position. Not only that, his mouth was gagged with some unknown cloth, and a blindfold robbed him of his sight. Well, this took a turn.