Chapter 175: Saint Lady's First Hypnosis - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

When that familiar Eye of the Mind mark entered Lynn's view, an absurd thought unconsciously surfaced in his mind. He had only seen a similar mark with Evester. Therefore, he even started to suspect for a moment that the woman before him was the princess in disguise. Instinctively, he drew a sharp breath. If that were true, his life could be at stake. Getting involved with other women, acting flirtatiously, and building an image of deep affection with a childhood sweetheart dropped from the sky. Was he risking his own life? Considering this possibility, the confidence that had just been soaring within him instantly deflated. Yet, before he could dwell on it, the swindler struck first. In just a moment, Lynn felt his consciousness disconnect, as if his soul had left his body. Damn it. It was a reflex. Realizing what he had actually done, Lynn wished he could slap himself twice. Luckily, in the next second, he ruled out that terrifying and unsettling guess. After all, this was the Punisher's Prison, with orders from certain individuals within the Imperial Council. How could they allow Evester to visit? Moreover, from the previous conversation and reactions, he could ascertain that this woman's personality was vastly different from Evester's. At least, if it were Evester present, seeing his unconscious self, she would have been a miracle not to feed the Moonlight Original Liquid directly mouth-to-mouth. Thinking of this, Lynn heaved a slight sigh of relief. But then a sense of absurdity welled up. How did this woman get this mark? And why was it imprinted in such a shameless place? Could it be that the true nature of the Silent Saint was like a repressed lustful sow bound by feudal etiquette, now so suppressed that she no longer even wanted to pretend? What kind of ridiculous story is this? Lynn shook his head inwardly. As someone who had read the original novel, he was well aware of Tia’s character. So, he felt even more puzzled. Additionally, from the series of coincidences in recent events, Lynn faintly sensed some strange smell. Seemingly ordinary, but inherently extremely out of place. As if the invisible hand of world-will had corrected everyone's fate. Yet, that was impossible. The world-will wished he, this impurity, would vanish immediately. How could it possibly lend a helping hand? But what else, besides world-will, could it be? For a moment, Lynn was indecisive. A sentence surfaced unconsciously in his mind. All gifts of fate have long been secretly marked with a price. The phrase was somewhat chilling. Yet before he had time to think it through, the unusual actions of the swindler brought Lynn back to reality from his thoughts. Gazing upon the graceful and slender legs of the girl, Lynn suddenly felt that the earlier beating was worth it. A pencil skirt style, in pure white lace. Really quite pure, Miss Saint. At this moment, Tia was tremblingly lifting her skirt, eyes filled with a shy mist yet fixated intently on Lynn, as if hoping to discern some expected reaction from his face. For someone with her conservative nature, performing such an act was her utmost effort. If the hypnosis on Lynn had failed, she dared not imagine what might have occurred next. Fortunately, he knew the answer. Maintaining the swindler's demeanor, Lynn let his propped-up arms gently slump down, leaning weakly against the wall, appearing as if he had lost his soul, dazed and sluggish. The atmosphere fell into silence for a moment. Tia's heart pounded wildly. She thought she would hear something utterly mortifying from Lynn’s side, but unexpectedly, his gaze dimmed, and he remained silent. An extraordinarily gratifying thought surfaced in her mind. Could it be, it actually worked?! Tia subconsciously wanted to raise her little fist in celebration. But then she suddenly realized a problem. The book did not clarify how to use this mark, so Tia didn’t know if it needed to be continuously displayed before the hypnotized or just shown briefly. If it was the former, she would have to keep holding up her robe all the way through. Tia dared not gamble. Thus, even though she had successfully hypnotized him, she still held onto her robe, letting her bare pale legs remain in Lynn's view. On her inner thigh, the Eye of the Mind mark continued to shimmer brightly. Since this wasn’t an extraordinary ability but an auxiliary tool similar to the staff hidden in the magical space, Tia could still utilize it within the confines of the Punisher's Prison. Furthermore, the book mentioned that this mark was not effective on everyone, only impacting the first human to see it. Hence, Tia dismissed the thought of using it on her brother Sia. Besides, with her personality, it was utterly impossible for her to do such a shameless act in front of someone she liked. The atmosphere was silent once more. Watching the sluggish and stiff Lynn, Tia felt a slight sense of relief. What should she do next? Oh right, she should ask questions! The book suggested that once a person is hypnotized, they enter a defenseless state of subconsciousness. At that point, the genuine thoughts hidden deep within their mind would be exposed clearly before her eyes. At this moment, Tia felt slightly excited. She had employed these roundabout tactics precisely to confront the dark thoughts within Lynn and thus dispel the unfounded sense of guilt within her heart. After all, Tia absolutely refused to believe that this guy was as deeply affectionate as he appeared. After all, humanity is such an ugly and detestable race. With this in mind, Tia took a deep breath. She initially wanted to directly ask how many lies you have told me so far, to lay Lynn’s inner self bare before her. Yet, for some unknown reason. As soon as the words were at her lips, they unconsciously transformed into another sentence. Tia's voice suddenly wavered slightly. "If you could tell Sia about what happened last night, as a man, wouldn't you feel pleased?" Such an act would be akin to telling an enemy, "Your wife is quite moist," filled with maximum damage. Even Tia could understand the competitive nature and pride of a man. So she was particularly confused. Sure enough, Lynn’s response didn’t surprise her. "Yes, I would feel extremely pleased, as if I'd bested Sia." He answered in a dazed monotone. It wasn’t unexpected to her since men inherently possessed such despicable traits. Tia felt no surprise whatsoever. However, shortly afterward, a thread of confusion appeared in her heart. "If that's the case, why didn't you reveal what happened last night?" Tia asked softly, feeling the chill on her lower body as she held up the edge of her robe. She expected him to fall silent, then remembered this was hypnosis. Being under hypnosis, there should be no hesitation in speaking the reason out loud. In the next second, Lynn's soft voice broke the silence. "If he found out about it, your position would become uncomfortable, and you'd feel angry and sad about it." "And I have no desire to do anything that would make you angry or sad." Suddenly, Tia found it rather absurd. Her slender fingertips instinctively clutched the hem of her skirt tightly. "You're willing to be beaten up just because of that reason?!" "Yes." Tia's chest heaved rapidly; she felt as though she had lost the ability to think, driven purely by her emotions, involuntarily raising the volume of her voice. "Even if it means you nearly died here?!" The woman’s voice, tinged with anger and a sense of cracking, echoed throughout the enclosed room. This time, the hypnotized young man seemed to fall into a brief silence. Tia panted heavily, trying to calm the inexplicable irritation and anger within her heart. Moments later, a plain voice sounded. So weak, yet resounding like a booming drum. "Death is the smallest thing I am willing to do for you." [The storyline deviation for the S-rank character "Tia Yuheste" has increased to 7.55%.] Within the Pantheon. The witch, sitting at the edge of the steps, suddenly snapped back to reality. Sensing something unclear, she casually waved her hand, dispersing the image of the black-haired, blue-eyed young man in front of her. The next second, a jolt of warning struck her, prompting her to look down at the Order Shackle bound around her right wrist. It was a chain symbolizing the Goddess of the Moon, which had developed a barely noticeable crack due to Lynn's actions in the real world. It was precisely this crack that allowed her temporary possession of Lynn’s power. Though it was just a minuscule drop of power, it was astonishing enough. Regrettably, that single use was too exhausting and nearly ended in her being thwarted by her past self. Now, however, the Order Chain was experiencing another transformation. Had he undertaken another significant act that affected fate in the past? The witch took a deep breath. If she could break the shackle on her right hand, her power would further awaken, enabling her to accomplish far more than what she currently could. Contemplating this, an unexpected ripple stirred in the otherwise serene depths of her heart. Yet, the following moment took her by surprise. In an instant, pale moonlight descended from the sky, surging like the tide to engulf the entire Pantheon within moments.