Chapter 133 The original hero appears for the first time - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Hearing Lynn mention serious matters, Evester's demeanor instantly became more composed. She seemed to transform back into her former, authoritative imperial princess self, inspiring awe and respect. "Of course." Evester crossed her arms, looking down at Lynn with a commanding presence. "Additionally, answer one question for me." "Did that woman from the future become the empress of this nation?" Hearing this, Lynn hesitated for a moment. Seeing his reaction, Evester instantly guessed the answer. Surprisingly, upon realizing that she did not emerge victorious in the royal selection, instead of showing regret or anger, Evester seemed relieved. "That's good." She leaned slightly against the edge of the desk, a gentle smile playing on her lips. "In that case, the royal selection holds even more value and meaning as a challenge for me." In other words. If she could achieve what the End Witch of the future did not, then who truly was the defective one, and who was the genuine gem? The future can be changed. At that point, it would no longer be Evester becoming more like her. Instead, the End Witch of the future, under her influence, would transform into the self she aspired to be. The roles would be completely reversed. "Besides, don't I have your assistance?" Evester slowly extended the back of her hand, inviting him to kiss it. "Lynn Barthléon, you'll try your utmost to help me win the royal selection, won't you?" How should I respond to this? Lynn couldn't shake the feeling that this was a dangerous question. If she were to truly win in the end, would the lady witch be happy or angry? Lynn had no clue. Yet, at that moment, upon seeing Evester's confident and bright gaze, he inexplicably bent down and placed a kiss on her hand. "Your will is my command." "Very good." For some reason, Evester's face flushed slightly, and her eyes showed a trace of something unusual, though she quickly suppressed it. "In that case, let's return to the Imperial Capital at once." As she walked to the desk and rang a bell, she continued speaking. "Traveling by steam train will take about twelve days." "That's too slow." Lynn instinctively shook his head. He took out the letter from his pocket and checked the date on it. The last letter was sent about two months ago, after which there has been no news from the Capital. Actually, when he first became Evester's subordinate, he had already asked the Imperial Princess to look after his family in the Capital. However, most of her subordinates weren't very capable, and most were brought to the City of Orne. If anything had happened, the people she left in the Capital would be absolutely powerless. Lynn should have headed straight back to the Capital but got delayed handling the sealed items. After all, the passage of time in the lady witch's domain was chaotic—what felt like a couple of hours there equaled a month's time in reality. Of course, as she described, it was also possible that one could spend years in the Pantheon, yet only a few seconds would pass in reality. However, Lynn hadn't encountered such a scenario yet. Hearing his instinctive comment, Evester wasn't angry; instead, she looked at him thoughtfully: "There is a faster way." "Please, Your Highness, tell me!" Lynn inquired. Hearing his request, Evester nodded gently: "Take the steam train to Troy City, which falls under Duke Tyrus's territory. With his signed letter, you can use the military's magical teleportation matrix." "Due to the long distance, it requires a sixth-rank demigod to activate it personally; only then can you instantly reach Glostein." "Considering the travel time to Troy City, it should take about three days." Lynn looked at Evester with delight. It's like being given a pillow when falling asleep! She had just regained her strength, which means they could precisely use the teleportation matrix. "What do I have to pay for this?" Lynn bowed slightly. Evester frowned, seemingly displeased by his formality and distance, then shook her head: "Of course, nothing." "If there's nothing else to prepare, we can depart tonight." "Thank you for your generosity, Your Highness! I'll go pack my things!" With that, Lynn left the study with a sense of joy and eagerness. "Go ahead." Evester pressed her lips together. There was one detail she hadn't shared with Lynn. Although she had regained her strength, activating the teleportation matrix would still be challenging. After all, that was a long-distance, large-scale teleportation matrix which required substantial resources to fill the nodes and would even exhaust most of a sixth-rank demigod's extraordinary power. Demigods are strategic assets to nations; wasting power on such trivial matters is unthinkable. Thus, even the military seldom used such matrices. In her current condition, Evester could forcefully activate it, but it would be a strain. At that time, in public view, there might be some side effects, like severe muscle weakness. And then, her adorable little pup, in front of those people in the Capital, might have to hold her and claim his ownership? She was very curious to see how that would play out. Even losing wouldn't matter. As she had told Lynn before. She had long been accustomed to being a failure. Watching the young man leave with enthusiasm, Evester's crimson eyes slowly filled with a burning, slightly unhealthy light. Since Lynn had entered the room, she had been suppressing those emotions within her heart, attempting to appear normal, to lower his guard. However, how could a person's essence change so easily? "You'll always be mine." In her quickened breaths, her words wafted away like gentle whispers of affection. Imperial Capital Glostein, Holy Roland Military Headquarters, Communications Division. The large office was cluttered, with various documents and wads of paper stacked across desks and floors, leaving hardly any free space. At this moment, a middle-aged man with a cigarette between his lips sat listlessly at the typewriter, watching the ancient, rusty keys move on their own, driven by mysterious power. As the inky characters appeared one by one, military information from around the nation was compiled on the typewriter's paper. It was a special sealed item, akin in effect to a fax machine from a previous era. Aside from the smoking middle-aged man, several soldiers in uniform were also on duty in the office. However, perhaps due to the monotonous work and daily routine, their passion had dwindled. "Any new reports from the southern front?" "Same as always, minor skirmishes persist, we just don't know when a full-scale war might erupt." "If you ask me, besides the demons, the creatures in the sea pose the real threat to the Empire. Look, just this morning, a fifth-rank transcendent being attacked Gavin Port, sinking all ships, and the entire town perished in the tidal waves." "Those Tutkamon pups to the southwest aren't much better." "Hearing you guys talk, it feels like we'll get drafted into battle any day now." "Hard to say." The seasoned soldiers at the Communication Division chatted about the state of the nation. At this time, the typewriter suddenly paused. "I hope it's not broken." The middle-aged man reached out to give it a pat. After a moment, the typewriter resumed its motion. However, the transmission was cut off mid-message, replaced by a red-flagged urgent communication. "At 3:15 AM Imperial Time, Captain Sia Asolant pursued for three days on the demon battlefield and, with the aid of two teammates, successfully executed the thirty-eighth most-wanted demon on the Empire's list, the fifth-rank legendary 'Death Lord'!" "This decapitation mission was a resounding success. Captain Sia and her teammates will return to headquarters via the teleportation matrix in three days for the Empire's commendation." "Wow." Seeing this message, the middle-aged man gasped audibly. His colleagues quickly gathered around, curious. A chorus of astonishment and reflection followed. "Isn't this guy only in his twenties? How could someone at the fourth rank take down a fifth-rank legend?" "I heard he has ancient blood running through his veins. The Marshal himself checked him out." "I heard he gained the favor of the gods, allowing him multiple forms of faith and more divine factors than an average person." "He was just promoted to Captain, and now he's getting another commendation? They might make him a Major." "Who knows? Either way, we can't help but envy him." The conversation was full of admiration for this rising star. "Actually... if another guy was still around, he might not have been any worse than Sia." The middle-aged man unexpectedly commented as he held the cigarette between his lips. The atmosphere fell silent. However, ever since that incident, the young man had been stripped of his powers and expelled from the capital, causing his family to decline. This wasn't a secret within the military; some people were even aware of the hidden conflicts involved. Unfortunately, there was a gag order from above, strictly forbidding ordinary soldiers from discussing the topic. Seeing the cautious expressions around him, the middle-aged man sighed. In the next moment, another red-flagged urgent message was printed out. "Her Highness, the Third Imperial Princess, Evester Roland Alexiny, will return to the capital via the teleportation matrix in three days. Here is the list of accompanying personnel." As the typewriter clacked, familiar and unfamiliar names began to appear on the paper. Suddenly, the middle-aged man monitoring the sealed item widened his eyes in shock, the cigarette falling from his lips. Him? How could it be?!