Chapter 150 Sure enough, your brother is cuter - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

When the word "sister-in-law" slipped out, a long silence immediately ensued in the surroundings. The subordinates behind Her Highness the Princess couldn't help but widen their eyes, their mouths slowly opening wide enough to fit an egg. It was as if they had heard something outlandish. What a predicament you’ve landed him in! Close by, Greya regarded Eleanor with an astonished expression, then glanced over to where Lynn was, a hint of sympathy appearing in his eyes. Wha-what's the matter? Seeing their reactions, Eleanor felt an uneasy twinge in her heart. The murderous intent that had enveloped her earlier had clearly vanished. Could it be that she had misspoken again? For a moment, the young girl found herself in a dilemma, questioning her choices. Fortunately, in the next second, she suddenly felt a pair of cool, delicate hands grasp her wrist, gently pulling her into an embrace, enveloping her in a soft fragrance of roses. Feeling the warm, gentle embrace of Her Highness the Princess, Eleanor was momentarily dazed. "Looking at you both, you really do resemble each other," Evester said, cradling Eleanor's small face and gently caressing it, "but, after all, your brother is the cuter one." Hearing that, Eleanor wasn't upset or dissatisfied, just slightly baffled by the situation and instinctively responded, "Yes, my brother is the best." "Mhm." Evester smiled approvingly, nodding in agreement. The siblings looked so alike, it gave her the illusion of kneading a female version of Lynn. The atmosphere became a tad awkward. Luckily, a moment later, the sonorous voice of Saint Roland VI resonated throughout the council hall, resembling the deep toll of a great bell. "Lynn Bartleon, do you plead guilty?" At these questioning words, Eleanor's body instinctively trembled, realizing her brother might still be in peril. The reason matters escalated to such an extent today was fundamentally because of her. If it hadn't been to avenge her, perhaps he wouldn't have killed so many people. A trace of fear appeared in Eleanor's eyes. She instinctively looked up at Evester holding her: "Sis, will my brother be... by those people..." Perhaps it was just her imagination. After hearing the word "sister-in-law," Eleanor seemed to feel this strange older sister's body tremble slightly and saw a blush spreading across her face. While she was confused about this, a few coughs suddenly sounded from behind Her Highness. Eleanor looked up only to find the young subordinates holding their fists to their mouths, their expressions peculiar, as if suppressing laughter. Evester gently pinched her little nose. "Rest assured, your brother is very capable." Everything happening now had been anticipated by both Lynn and her. Thus, Evester appeared especially composed. Hearing the commanding words from above the platform, Lynn was silent for a moment before shaking his head. At that moment, Saint Roland VI wore a crown, held the holy staff, and was bathed in a faint golden light, appearing solemn and majestic. Unfortunately, having read the original narrative, Lynn knew very well. The emperor before him was most likely a stand-in. The real one was likely near the Sacred Spirit Tree, a highly confidential piece of information that almost no one knew, not even the princes and princesses themselves. Nevertheless, he had to maintain the façade. Lynn knelt on one knee, his expression serious. "Your Majesty, of what crime am I guilty?" "Hmph." Saint Roland VI snorted coldly, then turned his gaze towards Marquis Mosgra and Eunice in his arms. "Lord Fred, speak your mind." The emperor did not display the expected rage. Perhaps, in his eyes, Lynn was merely a minor figure, not worth his fury. Hearing this, Marquis Mosgra, who had been examining Lynn, instantly transitioned into a seasoned performer. When he raised his eyes again, his formerly sharp gaze softened considerably, resembling that of a frail, elderly man on the brink of death. Surprisingly, the expected aggression did not materialize. Contrary to expectations, holding his sobbing granddaughter, Marquis Mosgra fell silent for a moment and then sighed softly. "Your Majesty, ultimately today's issues stem from my own mistakes," the elderly man in military attire admitted humbly. "If I hadn't indulged and spoiled my granddaughter so much, she wouldn't have done such a foolish thing." As his words slowly fell, the entire venue descended into silence. Everyone stared at Marquis Mosgra with astonishment, unable to comprehend why he was retreating in front of the emperor, opting for leniency towards this young man. Even Lynn glanced at him, a thoughtful look in his eyes. Saint Roland VI appeared puzzled, frowning slightly. "Lord Fred, we are discussing Lynn's transgressions. How is this related to you?" In response, Marquis Mosgra shook his head. "Your Majesty, I am aware of the specifics." "Considering what I know about Eunice, it's likely she meant well but executed poorly," Marquis Mosgra sighed. "Even if her intention was merely to aid the family of a former ally, she did indeed take steps to provide servants for the Bartleon household." "And this young man, newly returned from the border, has surely undergone much over the past year, harboring misunderstandings towards us. It's natural he would desire to express his anger—I understand." "Hence, the Mosgra family will not pursue this matter further." With that, Marquis Mosgra bowed slightly. Upon hearing his words, a hint of surprise flashed across Saint Roland VI's eyes. At this moment, many in the assembly finally understood, grasping the old man's deeper intentions. Earlier, Eunice's embellished recounting gave them a rough picture of the incident. The truth was that the Mosgra family was actually in the wrong from the beginning. Sending servants to another noble family—even if such actions were seen as bullying in smaller terms, they could be seen as an infringement of noble rights in larger terms. Though the Bartleon family was currently in decline, should this reach the courts, involving the use of sealed items to probe the truth, Eunice would definitely not escape blame. Moreover, though Lynn killed people, he was discerning. After all, those he killed were merely servants assigned to the household. Such individuals, even if counted by the hundreds or thousands, were inconsequential to the nobility. Marquis Mosgra was acutely aware of this. Attempting to topple Lynn over this incident was impossible. Particularly given his protection by the third princess, a woman returning from the frontier laden with honors—no sensible person would provoke her. Hence, Marquis Mosgra stepped back, opening up the skies. In doing so, he shamelessly portrayed Eunice’s bandit-like behavior as "good intentions gone awry." In that moment, the thoughts of those present varied, all acknowledging the old man's skillfulness. Regrettably, keenly aware of the Mosgra family’s vindictive nature, they knew the matter was unlikely to conclude so easily. If this justification couldn't threaten Lynn, another, more potent charge was surely at hand. Indeed. In the next instant, Marquis Mosgra’s previously stooped figure straightened a bit, and his cloudy eyes sharpened slightly. "However, Your Majesty, if you wish to discuss the crimes of this son of an old friend, I, this aging man, indeed have some words to share."