Chapter 155 I accuse! The Tenli Church is colluding with the demons!!! - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

As a member of the Bartheon family, Eleanor had imagined such a day countless times. She fantasized that, after enduring a prolonged period of patience and secretly accumulating power, she would finally stand on the stage of Grostein and bring blood and fire as punishment upon the family's sworn enemy, the Mosgra family. But she also knew clearly that it was ultimately just a fantasy. Given the current state of the Bartheon family, toppling a marquis family overseen by a rank five legend was utterly impossible. Even if she spent her entire life and offered her soul to an evil god, it would still be unattainable. Therefore, although she never voiced it, deep within Eleanor's heart, there was a sense of resignation. Before Lynn’s return, she even thought she wouldn’t survive her coming of age ceremony or see her brother again. That was what she originally believed. Yet somehow, at tonight's banquet, everything was turning at every corner, continuously testing her fragile heart as if she were on a roller coaster, thrilling to the utmost. The Mosgra family, who should have been towering over everyone as usual, was running around like headless chickens tonight, thrown into disarray by Lynn, who left them utterly confused. And at this moment, as the spiral lance pierced Eunice's chest, an electric sensation streaked up Eleanor's spine. She stared blankly at the spiteful woman convulsing slightly in a pool of blood, and at her nonchalant brother in the distance, who acted as if he had just swatted a fly. For some reason, Eleanor suddenly felt a warmth below. A habit she had long abandoned—wetting the bed—seemed to have reemerged faintly. Or perhaps it wasn’t a need to urinate but rather an excitement and joy induced by extreme stimulation, leaving a vague emptiness. Her face flushed; at this moment, she yearned to throw herself into her brother's embrace and deeply inhale his scent. It was just... so satisfying and impressive! Brother! And it wasn't just Eleanor. At this very moment, when Evester lifted the suppression of power over the entire venue, everyone snapped back and incredulously eyed the chaotic scene before them. He... he truly dared to kill?! Even the typically composed and noble Second Prince, Felix, widened his eyes upon witnessing the scene. Felix had anticipated that Lynn might cause a stir or clash with the nobles. But he never expected that after killing one heir of Mosgra, this guy would dare to kill another! And to do so in public, right in front of Saint Roland VI! Did he intend to wipe out the Mosgra family? Not far away, even the eldest princess, Silina, instinctively parted her lips, barely believing the scene before her. Beside her, Sia observed the corpse on the ground coldly. After a brief silence, he commented, "Such a ruthless guy." Hearing this, Silina, recovering from her daze, glanced at him, "Do you have any suggestions about this person?" Sia pondered momentarily, shaking his head, "Rationally speaking, with the Third Princess having his assistance, plus her own prowess, she may well become an undeniable force on the path to the throne." "If you can ally with her, Your Highness might surpass Prince Felix in strength." He spoke candidly, without withholding anything. Though he found Lynn extremely displeasing, he had no choice but to admit that this guy was cunning, resourceful, and used tactics that bordered on the unscrupulous. Silina seemed to catch the subtext in his words, a faint smile gracing her exquisite face, "What about emotionally?" This smile momentarily stunned Sia. Silina's beauty seemed to transcend material existence, reaching straight to the soul, akin to a conceptual entity. It was fundamentally different from Evester. No wonder the two became enemies that couldn’t coexist under the same sky. "Emotionally speaking, I hope Your Highness doesn’t get too close to that guy." After a long silence, Sia suddenly bit his lip and boldly declared. His eyes were aflame with something suggestive as he looked at Silina. Nearby, Tia noticed and a slight dimness flickered in her emerald eyes. But she quickly composed herself, pretending nothing had happened. She thought silently that Brother Sia was extraordinary and would never belong to just her. That much was already known. Upon hearing Sia's nearly confessional words, Silina's mood seemed lifted, a soft smile appearing on her lips, "I understand." "Plus, we shall see what becomes of this young man's fate." "If he can’t get through this, how can he assist little Evester?" Though perhaps her ranking is not as high as Evester's, this is the imperial capital, the palace district, closest to the Holy Spirit Tree! As the Saint Roland Emperor, Calderon can draw upon a portion of the Holy Tree's authority, so he wouldn't be weaker than Evester. Moreover, the three generations of cardinals by his side have various trump cards. Thus, up on the high platform, after a brief moment of distraction, Saint Roland VI quickly regained his strength from Evester's raucous interference. He gazed icily at the scene that had unfolded before him, at the Mosgra Marquis lying with a darkened face next to Eunice's lifeless body. The next second, palpable anger caused the entire hall to vibrate slightly. "Audacious rogue!!!" Saint Roland VI clutched his sacred staff, an oppressive pressure akin to a mountain descending fiercely, seemingly intent on crushing Lynn entirely. Yet, as Evester's crimson eyes gleamed with star-like brilliance, the invisible annihilation force effortlessly dissipated this air of intimidation. Witnessing this, the emperor seethed uncontainably. He stared hard at his extremely rebellious third daughter, yet she sat in her wheelchair, examining her slender fingers, showing no concern. As if she were uninterested in all that's happening now. But should anyone move against her subordinate, they'd face her fierce retaliation. Kill him? At this moment, Saint Roland VI was weighing his options internally. He had initially underestimated the young man's significance to his daughter, thinking he was just a common subordinate. He hadn’t expected he'd provoke her into risking everything, confronting everyone in her weakened state from using the warp matrix. Damn brat. Saint Roland VI regarded the young man before him with an angry gaze, momentarily at a loss for words. This matter could be handled gravely or lightly. Gravely, it was disregarding imperial law, challenging imperial authority—a crime deserving significant punishment. Lightly, it was simply a glorious duel adhering to ancient imperial tradition, a practice few recall today, yet existent nonetheless. Therefore, the final verdict on this matter rested entirely on Saint Roland VI’s word. He had a scale within him. On one side, it symbolized the Mosgra Marquis; on the other, Lynn. The side representing the Mosgra Marquis held countless chips: the church, nobles, royal members... These were the fruits of their meticulous social endeavors over the years. Meanwhile, only one chip stood on Lynn's side. Evester. Yet, even with this, the scale seemed at a stalemate. Noticing Saint Roland VI’s hesitation, the cardinal of the Holy Order, Connor, stepped forward. While the Mosgra Marquis was about to leave, they'd exchanged looks. Lynn was indeed formidable; they couldn't let him grow further. Even at risk of offending the Third Princess, he needed to be dealt with decisively today. What needed to be done was actually quite simple. Connor, well-versed in human nature, knew this clearly. The reason this boy chose such a timing to murder likely wasn't just for intimidation but also served another purpose. That was his inability to clear the charges leveled against him by the Holy Order. Without cause, a hundred and eight transcenders of the Church were slaughtered, and how he managed to escape the clutches of a demon and survive with the power of a first-tier transcender—on these points, he had no explanation. Even if memories were altered, discrepancies would surely arise. After all, a first-tier transcender surviving against a demon equivalent to a deity was a truth-defying concept. Unless a deity with power far surpassing those two demons intervened. Yet, to Cardinal Connor, such an entity couldn't possibly exist in this world. Not even the Lord of the Myriad Stars, whom he worshipped, could achieve that. At present, the figurative sword was already at Lynn's throat; all that remained was to drive it in. With this thought, he slowly approached, stepping behind Saint Roland VI. "Your Majesty..." Peering over Saint Roland VI's shoulder, he unintentionally met the gaze of the young man below. Upon seeing those clear blue eyes, along with an undertone of mockery within them, Cardinal Connor, yet to speak, felt his heartbeat skip a beat. The next second, an unforeseen twist unravelled before the assembly. Absurd and nerve-wracking. Under the oppressive gaze of Saint Roland VI, Lynn suddenly stepped forward, raising his right hand. "I accuse!!!" His voice echoed throughout the venue. Even Evester found herself unexpectedly taken aback. To be honest, although she maintained an unusually calm demeanor all night, her heart was a tempest. Every step Lynn took was not only vindicating himself but also establishing her authority. To let the name of the Third Princess resonate throughout the imperial capital. This had been part of their longstanding plan. Since she could never embody the compassion of the eldest princess Silina, nor the wisdom of the second prince Felix, she resolved to let go of those unattainable expectations. At times, fear and majesty are equally essential elements for a ruler governing their state. If she could inspire awe among the masses, why not pursue such an avenue? This was the direction Lynn had offered her. Yet the scene unfolding now exceeded Evester's expectations. For a moment, the eyes of the assembly once again fixated on the young man. Tonight, he had taken everyone on a whirlwind of emotions, and now they eagerly awaited what trick he had up his sleeve next. Soon, the young man's resolute voice reverberated across the council hall. "I accuse the Order of Heaven of colluding with the demon race, stabbing the Empire in the back, slaughtering its soldiers, and attempting to bring a demon into the world at the cost of sacrificing the city of Orlen!"