Chapter 173 There are 80,000 words in the world, but only guilt is the most deadly - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Since receiving the trial from the Witch a long time ago, Lynn had been pondering his next move. In the source material, how could he get these female characters, who were fiercely loyal to the male protagonist Sia, to open up to him and find a chance to use the Fall of Darkness? At last, he had found his answer. Pestering or using force wouldn't work, because these women had such brilliant character arcs—they weren't the kind to easily compromise because of simple threats. The more Lynn employed such tactics, the more Tia would look down on him in her heart. Thus, even though his current role was that of a childhood friend plus a sycophant, Lynn had never once taken the initiative to approach her. In fact, it was the opposite; it was always Tia who took the initiative. Additionally, there was one key to breaking the impasse. As the Silent Saintess and a positive female lead in the original work, Tia possessed an extremely high moral standard and conscience. Though she always appeared cold, deep down she was softer than anyone. How could he make such a person compromise and yield, leaving an impression on her as deep as or even deeper than Sia's? The answer was simple. Guilt. Only by making her feel guilty could her deeply ingrained high moral standards lead her to feel indebted to Lynn. No matter how stubborn she was on the surface, her inner reactions wouldn't lie. Therefore, when Lynn heard from Sia that the Silent Church would send someone for interrogation, he almost instantly guessed that the person would be Tia. Because she cared for Sia. The more she cared, the less she would want what happened last night to reach his ears. So Lynn chose not to resist, allowing Sia to act as the high and mighty persecutor, leaving him with terrifying and miserable injuries. Think about it. What would Tia think when she saw and realized that the highly esteemed Captain Sia, who adhered to justice and righteousness, had beaten an innocent person to the brink of death for personal gain? Lynn was very curious. However, this tactic would only work with Tia. The reason he was framed using such a shameless tactic was because of the scar she left on his chest before she left. Destiny was strange. Everything felt like a cycle, seamlessly and perfectly coming full circle, with impeccable logic. As for the injuries on Lynn's body... he was a man who had accumulated over a thousand points of pain energy on the Torture Chair. The current wounds were merely a scratch. Honestly, your punches are really weak, he wanted to say to Sia. Yet Tia, who stood by the door, had no idea of Lynn's thoughts at the moment. Watching the boy's wretched and pained expression, she suddenly felt as if a heavy stone was pressing on her chest, making it difficult to breathe. Moreover, her head was beginning to spin slightly. Why was this happening? She subconsciously murmured to herself. If the person earlier hadn't lied, then the interrogation was conducted by Sia. But what kind of interrogation could lead to someone being beaten like this? Besides, everyone agreed that Lynn was not Berluman, the Amputator. He was only imprisoned to tarnish Evester’s influence. The military was certainly aware of this. Yet even so, Sia went through with it. How much of this was personal vendetta? Tia didn't know, and she was afraid to think. She feared that thinking too deeply would lead her to some answers that would shatter her. The Sia in her heart, seemingly perfect in every way, actually had such a violent side, especially against someone innocent. Thinking this, Tia instinctively approached Lynn. The scent of blood filled the air. He... it was because of me that he was beaten and interrogated by Sia. He should never have been in this predicament. Thinking about it carefully, she realized what a despicable person she was. Through and through, she had only thought about herself. She only thought about escaping public scrutiny and keeping last night's events hidden. Afterward, she would remain the pure and holy Saintess. Yet she forgot that as one of the main players in the incident, the other person had to bear all the pressure. No. Had she really forgotten? Or was it her fear and ugly desire not willing to delve deeper? Tia slowly knelt beside Lynn. Even now, she couldn’t recall the past events this guy spoke of. But for some reason, she had an unprecedented feeling that "this guy might be telling the truth." The reason was simple. If he was lying, why would he hold on until this point? Tia couldn't understand. Pale-faced, biting her lower lip, she raised her hand slightly to touch Lynn’s body, forgetting about her own curse. But as she looked at his bruised skin and bones, her hand trembled. The injuries were too severe. Upon close inspection, Tia realized just how heavy Sia had struck. It was as if he intended to beat him to death. Unimaginably painful. Yet even so, he didn’t reveal anything about last night. Just a word could put him in a psychological advantage, even if he couldn't physically win against Sia. Anyone else would have likely boasted about the illicit encounter with the Silent Saintess. Yet he remained silent. Tia took a deep breath. In the interrogation room, extraordinary abilities were suppressed, so she couldn’t heal him. Thinking of this, she temporarily pushed aside the thought of using hypnosis to interrogate him. Saving his life was more important now. Without hesitation, Tia prepared to get help. But at that moment, her gaze accidentally fell on something unexpected. It was a small bottle of silvery moonlight elixir, like a necklace around his chest, indicating how much its owner valued it. From the design and the untouched contents, it was the same bottle she gave him last night. A strong sense of confusion and discomfort surfaced in her heart. "Why haven't you drunk it?" After a moment of silence, Tia softly asked. Even if he hadn't used the moonlight elixir last night, drinking it now would instantly heal his wounds. Yet he chose not to. Was it because he was too injured to raise his hand? No, that certainly wasn't the case. But Tia could think of no other reason. In the next moment, the boy, with eyes closed and weak breaths, slowly spoke. "Because... it was the first gift... you gave me after losing your memory... cough, cough." "I'll cherish it... and never use it... as long as I live."