Chapter 171 Tia visits the prison - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

With a heavy thud, the ancient tome slipped from Tia's hands and crashed to the floor. Watching from the side, a young nun who was helping her organize the shelves let out a light chuckle. "Oh dear, what's happening to our Saintess today? Always so distracted, can't even hold onto a book, haha. Could it be that you're longing for a man?" Outwardly, Tia maintained an expression of compassion and gentleness, yet she was still an inexperienced young girl. Although such remarks contradicted the codes of conduct expected of clergy, speaking candidly in private would not draw reprimand from elder nuns. Moreover, as one of Tia's few friends, the young nun was worried about her doll-like cold demeanor. Thus, she often uttered such nonsense, hoping to stir something in Tia's heart and awaken her human side. This wasn't an unfounded assumption. Anyone who had seen Tia praying in the Saintess Chapel would likely share a similar sentiment. There was a palpable sense of distance; close yet seemingly unreachable. When bathed in moonlight, her entire aura turned cool and noble, as if the trace of consciousness belonging to Tia disappeared, leaving one deeply unsettled. The young nun often felt that perhaps one day, Tia's persona might vanish entirely from this body, though what would become of her then, no one could say. "." Tia remained silent in response to the young nun's teasing. After a moment's pause, she slowly knelt to the ground, picking up the scattered books, discreetly hiding away the ancient tome containing the hypnotic symbols. Meanwhile, in her heart, she replayed the message conveyed by the young nun. She had thought it would be a long time before hearing that name again. Surprisingly, on just the second day, it loomed persistently in her ears. Despite having spent an entire night finally calming down from panic and confusion, trying not to think about anything related to him, the young nun's brief comment reignited the troubling memories buried deep within her heart. Her mind was a stormy sea. Bour Schuman, the Limb Attachment Specialist—why was he entangled with this serial killer wreaking havoc in the capital, committing countless murders? It seemed he appeared at the crime scene, being apprehended as a suspect. Yet Tia knew it was impossible. Even considering the timeline, with Lynn being stationed at the border for over a year, he had no opportunity to commit such horrific crimes in the capital. Besides, last night, he had been with her all along. Despite the distressing events that occurred, Tia never wished to deny them. Wait a minute. Reflecting on the young nun’s words, Tia suddenly felt as though she had overlooked a vital piece of the puzzle. "Louise, could you recount what happened once more for me?" Tia quietly asked. Hmm? Louise, the young nun, looked as if she'd just heard something unbelievable. To her knowledge, except for Sia, the Saintess had never shown curiosity about anything, making this reaction particularly startling. She reached out, brushing off the dust that had fallen on Tia while picking up books, and then spoke softly: "This is just hearsay from the believers who came to pray. I can't vouch for its truth." "According to them, when he was apprehended, he was at the crime scene, not admitting or denying the murder accusations. Of course, the main reason they suspected him was because he was found with bloodstains covering his chest and had a wound that had healed." "You tell me, at a mere noble banquet, if he wasn’t the perpetrator, why would such evidence remain?" "Something must have happened in secret, making him behave guiltily!" Louise, appearing like a little genius, clenched her small fist, her eyes sparkling. Clearly, the monotonous life at the church made her yearn for the fascinating stories of the outside world, taking a keen interest in such mysteries. But to Tia, her words were as shocking as a bolt of lightning! What if the events of last night were exposed by him? The Saintess, a symbol of purity and nobility, was noted for embracing a stranger she’d only met thrice, even gifting him with the Moonlight Elixir. If such news spread across the capital, she feared unprecedented reprimand from the church! Of course, this wasn't her main concern. If Sia learned of these events... Just the thought of this possibility made Tia turn ghastly pale. Then Louise delivered the final blow: "Oh, I heard the military appointed Sia Asolant as the interrogator." A buzzing sound filled Tia's mind, rendering her momentarily paralyzed. When Tia eventually returned to her quarters, she found herself standing before a vanity mirror, regaining her senses. Gazing at the reflection of the beautiful young girl clad in a moon-white robe, Tia instinctively clutched at the fabric of her gown. Slowly, she lifted it up, revealing not much more at first, still concealed by the white stockings. Her flawless skin slightly masked, emanating a faint glow, a healthy, alluring hue. Staring at the verdant mark of a third eye near her inner thigh, Tia fell into a lengthy silence. Finally, the young girl made a decision that went against the goddess's commandments. She was going to visit the prison. Her plan was to hypnotize him before things escalated beyond repair, planting a suggestion in his mind. She hoped there was still time. Taking a deep breath, Tia quietly slipped off her white stockings. This was to minimize any obstruction from fabric, ensuring she could complete the hypnosis as swiftly as possible.