Chapter 184 The Witch Lady Seems to Be Acting Like a Coquettish Person - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

After Louise left Tia’s room, she stood blankly at the door, unable to come back to her senses for a long while. It wasn't until the cold wind brushed against Tia’s face that she finally awoke from her daze. "The church has established a special task force just for this mission, with you as the captain. You must capture Lynn Bartleon as quickly as possible." "Remember, Sister Trina, who was killed by the Reassembler, used to care for us the most. We must avenge her!" These were Louise's parting words. Soon, everyone would gather at the church to launch a full-scale hunt for the Reassembler, Lynn. Yet until now, Tia hadn’t been able to recover from the shock of the recent events. When she finally came to her senses, she found herself fully dressed, holding her staff, standing absentmindedly in front of the mirror. Her eyes were still slightly red, as if she hadn’t escaped the inexplicable dreamscape she was trapped in moments ago. "Lynn Bartleon." She slowly uttered the name. Could he truly be the culprit? If that's truly the case, then whether it was the severe interrogation in the chamber or Sia’s later hired assassination, it all justified his actions. She had wronged him. He was, after all, still the righteous and proud man she believed him to be, never letting down her expectations. Who deserved condemnation was actually Lynn Bartleon! That deceitful scoundrel! Instantly, an unprecedented wave of disappointment and anger surged through her heart. Her slightly heaving chest rose and fell rapidly. But at this moment, what truly made her feel angry and disappointed wasn't that her brother Sia was wronged. It was simply because that guy had deceived her. Yet due to Tia's insensitivity to emotions, always fixated on her brother Sia, she hadn’t even realized it herself. As a doll-like girl, she was not supposed to have such intense emotional fluctuations for any other men besides Sia. However, everything gradually changed imperceptibly. Recalling the described dramatic events that occurred at the Expiator headquarters as Louise recounted, Tia inhaled deeply. Meanwhile, a hint of regret surfaced in her mind. If she had been present, witnessing his brutality firsthand, perhaps she could sever all ties with him, hardening her heart completely. Reflecting deeply, due to the strange words she had previously spoken and her inherent sense of guilt, she had never even considered the possibility that he might truly be the murderer. After all, she had initially assumed that people only suspected him because of the wound she had inflicted. Now, with a mountain of irrefutable evidence before her, even he admitted to it. What more was there to argue? It should have been conclusive. The disappointment and anger in her heart also confirmed this. Yet, feeling the unspeakable emotion lurking in her heart, Tia’s fingers unconsciously clutched the fabric at her chest. Her face turned pale, almost as if she was struggling to breathe. He is the murderer. That must be the truth. Even though she tried to hypnotize herself repeatedly since earlier, to accept this reality, a ludicrous thought still flashed through her mind. She instinctively recalled the boy who had been beaten black and blue in the interrogation room, with a sorrowful expression. Could such a person really be the heartless, murderous Reassembler? Clearly, even with evidence laid out before her, a part of Tia still found it hard to believe. Perhaps only facing him directly, using her hypnosis abilities to ask him personally, could settle the score. Fortunately, the church noticed her dedication to this mission, not only granting her the role of interrogator but also making her the leader of the hunting squad. With this in mind, an unprecedented determination rose in her heart. She must capture him before all other forces. Then, uncover the truth! "Achoo!" Lynn sneezed several times in a row. Clearly, many lovely young ladies were secretly thinking about him at this moment. Perhaps this was the bitter fruit of being too handsome. Sigh. Lynn glanced at the fourth prince Joshua, tied to a chair and immersed in sleep. He sadly touched his own face. There was no hint of panic on his face. Even after knowing he was under a level-one assassination order, he pondered which rank he might occupy on the wanted list. At this moment, the two of them were situated in an abandoned old factory located in the lower city. The vast factory floor was silent, except for the occasional scampering of mice. Glostine was vast, so vast that when Lynn, as a person from the Blue Star, first saw this "city of all cities" on the map, he was in awe. Even in his world, cities of such scale and human concentration were rare. Therefore, even with the relics and high-tier supernaturalists at the disposal of each major force, Lynn didn’t believe these people could find him in a short time. As a follower of the End, the Divine Chosen Mark granted him unprecedented anti-divination and stealth abilities, far surpassing those of a Reassembler. Thinking about it now, Lynn suddenly realized he hadn't contacted Miss Witch in a long while. On one hand, he’d been preoccupied with recent affairs. On the other hand, Evester, that woman, increasingly knew how to pull at his heartstrings. The lost memories occasionally surfaced in fragmented forms in his mind. This made his feelings about Miss Witch rather peculiar. Not dislike. Just an odd sensation. Nonetheless, he still liked Miss Witch the most. Thinking of this, Lynn took out parchment from his pocket. The fourth prince had yet to awaken, and it would take a long time for the hunting squads of the Reassembler and major forces to find him. Thus, instead of being like someone over a fire, Lynn found himself somewhat at leisure. "My dear Miss Witch, I hope this finds you well." By the moonlight, Lynn began writing down his thoughts and pleasantries on the parchment. Moments later, a dense essay filled with outrageous and cheesy words appeared on the parchment. With how absurd and cringe-worthy these words were, no woman could read from start to finish without a change in expression. After ensuring the letter’s format was correct, Lynn settled in to wait patiently. But unlike previous cross-temporal conversations, even after a long wait, the parchment showed no change. It was as if... there was poor signal on the other side, unable to receive any messages from him. In an instant, Lynn’s expression turned serious. Ever since most of Miss Witch's chains of order broke, she had regained much of her authority, and he had benefited greatly from her assistance. One could say Miss Witch was one of his greatest backers for acting recklessly. But now, his greatest supporter was unreachable, causing him to feel some concern. With this in mind, Lynn began to calm himself, attempting to communicate with the Divine Chosen Mark in his mind. This was the anchor allowing him to travel between this world and the Pantheon, crucially important. Even Miss Witch’s descent into his body previously relied on this mark. Don’t let anything happen. Lynn’s expression was gravely focused as he repeatedly attempted to communicate with the unresponsive Divine Chosen Mark. Normally, Miss Witch would have already summoned him over by now. Is there a problem with the Pantheon? Could his actions in altering Tia’s fate have alerted the future Moon Goddess? Reflecting on his recent endeavors, only this seemed likely to have affected Miss Witch on the other side. In her current state, combined with the Pantheon’s constraints, it was uncertain if she could stand against the Moon Goddess, Beatrice. Darn it. Due to Miss Witch's seemingly omnipotent display, he had subconsciously overlooked this possibility. The connection between the two of them could be described as one-way. For him to reach the future, it must be through Miss Witch. In other words, if some upheaval occurred in the future, Lynn, situated in the past, would have no means to offer assistance. Fortunately, the situation hadn't escalated to the most perilous point yet. Just as Lynn was beginning to worry, the once unresponsive Divine Chosen Mark finally sent a signal. An unexpected vision appeared in Lynn's mind. It was a scene within the Pantheon. Miss Witch, bound by chains in the center of the great hall, appeared extraordinarily pale and weak, engulfed by an endless wash of silvery moonlight. Her usually aloof and world-weary expression faintly revealed a sense of helplessness and despair. It seemed as if there was no one who could come to her rescue. At the same time, a faint, weak whisper reached his ears. "Keep trying... to change the fate of the Silent Saint... Don’t worry about me..." As expected! Feeling the vision in his mind, Lynn could not help but take a deep breath. It seemed the Moon Goddess truly had intervened. Moreover, under the constraints of her seal, the struggle between the two goddesses appeared to have ended in Miss Witch's defeat. This was the first time he had witnessed such a vulnerable and helpless side of her. Even Lynn himself felt a slight ache in his heart. He hardly doubted this could be an act by Miss Witch. After all, with her aloof and world-weary personality, how could she, like that woman Evester, perform such a captivatingly coquettish gesture? Lynn took a deep breath. Though he was uncertain about Miss Witch's current state, pointless worry was the most useless thing. The only thing he could do now was to follow her instructions and try to diverge Tia's storyline as much as possible. With this thought, the image of that slender figure in a moon-white robe instinctively emerged in his mind. Perhaps it wouldn’t be long before the two of them could meet again.