Chapter 140 Be good~ - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

~ As a hero, Sia Arsolant could never be part of the demon clan. Or rather, at this point in time, he had not pledged allegiance to any high-dimensional demon, making it impossible for him to have ties with the demon clan. As for the idea of being possessed by a death soul lord, that was merely Lynn’s absurd drivel. As the protagonist favored by the gods, how could he be mentally controlled by a mere fifth-rank legend? The overwhelming hatred and murderous intent he directed towards Lynn might, he speculated, be related to their identities. Back at the Pantheon, the witch had already deemed him an impurity incompatible with this world, with the invisible force of correction as his greatest adversary. Because what he did was alter the destinies of the storyline characters, steering their future developments away from the original work. In some sense, as an incarnation of the world's will, it was natural for Sia Arsolant to harbor such intense hatred towards him. After all, the entire book had been his personal spotlight. And now, Lynn’s emergence had stolen the scenes originally meant for him, rendering the conflict and animosity between them irreconcilable. Perhaps it was precisely for this reason that he could never view Sia’s personal information list through the system. From the moment he stepped out of the teleportation array, Lynn had sensed his presence. So, he had been contemplating. Since the contradictions had reached a point of no return, why not strike first? “Kill him.” At this moment, upon hearing Evester's casual words, a trace of absurdity and disbelief appeared in everyone's eyes. Could an imperial war hero be killed on the spot simply because of a single remark? Even if she was the Third Princess, this was a joke that did not amuse. However, as Evester’s subordinates, they knew well that the princess would never make such jokes with them. Thus, the moment Evester's order was issued, three figures immediately dashed forward. Morris manipulated flowing shadows, attempting to confine Sia’s movements, Afia’s hands, strengthened by the power of abundance, were entwined with the magic of natural elements, and Rhine released a gravitational field, cracking the ground around them. Three third-rank individuals. To kill them, one strike was enough. At this moment, a slight anger began to emerge in Sia's heart. Even the gentlest of beings have their limits. Especially when everything that happened today was entirely due to this guy making unnecessary trouble. Just because of a glance, they wanted to kill him where he stood? Madness! Not only this black-haired, blue-eyed young man but even this Third Princess were both prime examples of insanity—crazy beyond compare. Sia believed himself to be a normal person and naturally could not comprehend their warped logic. Though he usually presented an amiable demeanor, it did not mean he had a good temper. On the contrary, possessing multiple faiths, his initial faith was in “war.” And as a follower of the God of War, his very essence was filled with brutal and combative blood. “Hoooom—” Suddenly, intense heat surged through the vicinity of the teleportation facility. With the instantaneous spread of a fiery aura, Sia stood motionless, lightly raising his right hand, and grasped at the air. A knight's lance, formed from incandescent flames, appeared in his palm. The explosive power it contained would turn everything in sight to ashes with just a light toss. However, consumed with rage, or perhaps due to the effortless success he had experienced since arriving in the imperial city, he forgot the presence of another monster in the vicinity. A true monster. With a casual glance from the graceful figure in the wheelchair, Sia felt an immense weight descend upon him as if a giant mountain pressed down on his body. The terrifying force instantly surpassed the limits of his well-honed physique, causing every cell to emit cries of agony. In the next second, the fiery knight’s lance in his hand shattered into pieces. His face flushed as he fell to one knee, unable to move. Watching the three figures rushing towards him, Sia, for the first time, felt as helpless as a lamb awaiting slaughter. With a single effortless strike, he could have easily dispatched those third-rank weaklings. Yet at this moment, things had unexpectedly reversed. This is... the power of a sixth-rank demigod? Sia clenched his fists tightly, his teeth grinding fiercely. However, when he turned his angry gaze towards the one who had orchestrated all of this, he found her flirting with the black-haired young man beside her. Damn it! As the catgirl's hand threatened to pierce his throat, Sia let out a low growl, preparing to reveal his trump card for survival. “Sia brother!” Behind him came Tia's anxious call. The elf maiden glared coldly at Lynn and the others before resolutely raising her staff, the moon-white glow emanating from her body. The atmosphere tensed to the brink of eruption! Just then, accompanied by a rapid clicking of high heels, Silina swiftly placed herself before Sia. Unable to tolerate her younger sister's reckless behavior any longer, she chose to intervene. Raising her slender, snow-white wrist, she revealed a bronze bell tied around it. Then, she extended her forefinger and gave it a gentle flick. “Ding—” The crisp sound transformed into an invisible wave of law, expanding in front of the teleportation matrix. Henceforth, extraordinary phenomena were forbidden in this place! In an instant, including Morris, everyone felt as if their extraordinary power had been wiped away from within them, causing their abilities to vanish and leaving them extremely shocked, halting their movements. Seeing this, Lynn sighed lightly in his heart. Indeed, there was no way to directly kill the protagonist of the original work here. It was not unexpected. He just hadn’t anticipated that she would step in to resolve the situation. It seemed that the First Princess’s favorability towards Sia was already quite high. Staring at Silina, who stood in front of Sia with a cold demeanor, the atmosphere fell into a silent standoff. The previously gentle and compassionate Holy Goddess now seemed to open her eyes, exuding unprecedented hostility. “Little Evie, you've gone too far.” Silina spoke softly. As Sia’s superior, she couldn't possibly stand by and watch her subordinate be killed here. She’s bullying me again... A pitiful gaze from the princess managed a glance as if pleading, making Lynn break into a cold sweat. Hey, hey, I can't fight her. He could only avert his eyes and feign ignorance. But Evester didn’t expect him to reprimand her elder sister. Amused by the scene, she turned her gaze away lightly and yet wore a composed expression on her face. “He is of the demon clan,” Evester said as if affirming, “Silina, are you going to harbor a demon?” Even in the face of her elder sister, she remained unfazed, her long black hair twirling slightly on her fingertips while she leisurely spoke. “Whether he is of the demon clan, you know in your heart.” Silina paused, then responded softly. In fact, when Lynn first questioned Sia, the perceptive Silina had already guessed his intention. As the First Princess, she was among the few who knew the inside story of the Orne City event. Truth be told, if pursued seriously, Sia could very well end up dragged to the Inquisition for a thorough examination. She was well aware of the many secrets her subordinate held. If exposed, it would be disadvantageous for them. With such thoughts, Silina sighed gently. “I swear by my honor that nothing of today will reach outside ears.” “In exchange, let’s drop this present matter.” In other words, Evester’s earlier declaration that Lynn was her future king consort would stop here, both parties retreating and refraining from pursuit. Yet, Evester did not immediately consent, instead, casting a glance at Lynn. “What do you think?” “Agreed,” Lynn pondered and decided to take the offered way out temporarily, “let’s regard what just happened as a minor interlude.” Upon hearing this, Evester nodded slightly. “If that’s the case, let it be so.” Silina took a deep look at Lynn, surprised at how highly regarded this little fellow had become in her mind. "I'll remember you, Lynn Bartléon." Leaving those words laden with significance, Silina pulled up her hood once more. After a few low-voiced words of concern to Sia, she turned and left. With the victory banquet to attend soon, as the First Princess, she had numerous matters to prepare for, and couldn’t afford to spend her time lingering here. However, upon hearing Silina’s words, Evester frowned slightly in irritation, "You are not allowed to remember him." Silina's steps paused. Then, from behind came a righteously indignant voice, "Rest assured, Your Highness, whether she remembers me or not, I will not remember anyone whose beauty pales in comparison to yours." "Good~" Silina staggered a few steps. Calm down! There's no need to get worked up over a child! Recalling the figure of the black-haired, blue-eyed young man, Silina inexplicably felt a tight, aching sensation in her chest. Driven mad by this pair of crazy master and servant.