Chapter 124 She is getting sicker - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

At the same time, in the underground laboratory. The group gathered around Milanie's desk, each with a different expression. Evester sat quietly in her wheelchair at the center, her face cold. "Your Highness." Milanie hesitated for a moment as she looked at the silent princess and then spoke, "Based on my examination, Lynn... he doesn’t seem to be lying." Evester's expression remained unchanged. "So, he remembers all of you, even Uncle Tyrus, but somehow forgets me, his owner?" Seemingly calm, she had already dug her nails deeply into the armrests of her wheelchair. The temperature around them seemed to drop tangibly. Milanie didn't respond, simply biting her lip and nodding slightly as she glanced at Evester. "Heh." Evester suddenly let out a soft laugh, though her crimson eyes lacked any humor. "How convenient, that such a coincidence could exist in this world?" A suppressed and almost pathological impulse boiled within her, threatening to overflow. Milanie whispered, "From the search of his memory, we detected no signs of tampering. Logically, those memories are consistent..." "Consistent?" Evester seemed to think of something suddenly, raising her voice, "If his memory is gone, then why did he jump off the vehicle to save me?!" Her bosom heaved with agitation. Milanie hesitated briefly, "He said... he came back to save his dear brother, Greya." What?! This statement startled Greya, who had been standing nearby, comfortably observing. He shivered in fear. Feeling the murderous stare from the princess, as though she might tear him apart, the unfortunate Greya nearly fell to his knees to beg for mercy. Come on, buddy! What did I ever do to deserve this?! Honestly, in hindsight, it might have been better to just perish in the Solon Mountain Range! Under the surprised gazes of everyone around him, Greya was on the verge of tears. Thankfully, everyone knew Lynn's character and assumed it was merely a joke, so they temporarily let him off the hook. Withdrawing her gaze, Evester seemed yet to fully recover her composure. "Re-examine his memory. This time, I will observe personally." "No!" Milanie instinctively objected. "Oh?" Evester narrowed her long, beautiful eyes, her gaze as sharp as a blade. "You seem very concerned about him?" Milanie's body trembled slightly, her face turning pale. "N-no... He is currently just a low-level Transcendent, with a fragile mental will that cannot endure such repeated examinations in a short period; otherwise, his soul will suffer damage!" But Evester was already beside herself at this moment. A strong sense of insecurity crept over her. Because, originally, those past memories were what sustained the twisted and distorted relationship between them. Now, with Lynn unchanged in essence but any trace of their connection erased by some powerful, intangible force, Evester was filled with an unprecedented panic. She was genuinely fearful. Afraid that Lynn might inexplicably vanish from her side again, as he did before. This was why she insisted on keeping him under surveillance 24/7. "Milanie, you are my subordinate." Evester's tone was icy. "When it comes to my orders, you only need to consider if it's possible to fulfill them, not whether you want to." "Your Highness..." Afia, standing behind them, also wanted to intervene but was cowed back into place by Evester's pointed glare. "Are you all intending to defy me?!" The tension in the laboratory plummeted into utter silence and frigidity. After what felt like an eternity, Milanie, who had been keeping her head down, finally spoke softly, "If that is your command, then I... I will do it." "But before that... I hope you will look at something." Her eyes rimmed with redness, Milanie took out a Memory Stone she had prepared earlier, gently activating it. As a scene gradually manifested, everyone suddenly saw the familiar form of a boy. Except he lay convulsing on a chair of sealed artifacts, his expression twisted in agony. Moreover, he seemed to mutter "Your Highness", along with another vaguely discernible name. Evester's heart suddenly tightened, instinctively reaching out, wanting to hold him. But then she realized, this was an image of the past. Following this, Milanie softly narrated everything that had transpired on that day to the present group. Including the ability that Lynn had asked her to keep secret. As Milanie narrated, Evester’s complexion paled, losing its natural hue. She concealed her trembling wrist within her sleeve, not wanting others to witness her current state of turmoil. But Milanie's narrations seemed unfinished. "Your Highness, I have conducted some research into the domain of memory as well," Milanie said softly. "When someone bears suffering beyond what they can endure, their brain initiates a self-protective mechanism." "It actively seals away parts of the memory that cause undue pain and stress, allowing the body and mind to restore their normal state. There are numerous such instances, which you might have heard about." Hearing this, Evester clenched her slender, fair fingers, blood beginning to seep from her palms. "Are you suggesting," she bit down hard on her silver teeth, her tone icy and eerie, "that all his memories of me are what cause him anguish and distress?" Her scarlet eyes pinned Milanie mercilessly, as if ready to unleash the unimaginable should she dare confirm. But for some reason, recalling the boy's warm embrace, an unprecedented courage surged within Milanie. "In my view... yes." Milanie pursed her lips, her voice trembling slightly. "Whether from hypnotizing him against his will, or placing a collar on him, treating him like a pet..." Feeling Evester's raw intent to kill, Milanie's legs nearly gave out beneath her. "Very well, you are all remarkable." Ultimately, Evester did nothing to Milanie, allowing Afia to push her in silence out of the underground facility. Once everyone had gradually departed, Milanie slumped to the ground reflexively. Specimen 126, for your sake, I really did dance on the edge of life and death. You owe me a decent favor next time! "Leave me at the door, and you may go." Arriving at her room's entrance, Evester spoke slowly. "Your Highness..." Afia wanted to utter something more. "I do not wish to repeat myself." At that moment, Evester hung her head low, her snowy hair cascading over her delicate shoulders, obscuring her expression. Hearing this, Afia gazed worriedly into the room, then gradually departed. Once the surroundings were free of others, Evester finally opened the door, slowly wheeling herself back into her bedroom. Facing the boy's bare form shackled across the bed, she stared silently, lost in her thoughts. Was it impossible to know what ran through her mind? Eventually, she painfully supported herself onto the bed, straddling the boy's waist. "Mmm!" The boy, sensing something different, squirmed, attempting to speak. However, a purple cloth gagging his mouth stifled any words, leaving only muddled whimpers. An unexpected impulse, mixed with restlessness and unease, surged through Evester. In one aspect, he was quite spirited. But forgetting his mistress—unforgivable. Disobedient pups must be properly disciplined. Evester slowly drew a whip from her bosom, softly snapping it in her hands, filling the air with a howling rush of wind. At some point, she raised the whip, clenching her silver teeth tightly, intent on striking his chest, marked with faint bites. Only a single lash would rent his skin, delivering searing pain deep into his core. However, for reasons unknown, Milanie's words slowly echoed in Evester's mind. His memories of me are all painful and oppressive. "Plop!" The whip, never having descended, softly dropped onto the sheets. Evester stifled the urge to weep from deep within her throat, biting her lip fiercely. She then leaned forward, pressing her face firmly against the boy’s warm chest. At the same time, a single tear trickled slowly from her eye. Why? Why does it always have to be like this with me? Did I... make a mistake? A faint sense of bewilderment flickered in her heart. But as she gazed at the boy's handsome features and felt the intense possessiveness rooted deep within her soul, Evester's obsessive and unhealthy thoughts regained control. No. I haven’t done anything wrong. My little dog is just unwell. He merely needs to be cared for and nurtured, and one day he will surely recover. Yes. It must be like that. In the darkness, her breathing grew slightly more rapid. Her condition had only worsened.