Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

For many nobles, including Dalion, they had everything from the day they were born.

A respectable family, a good education, the power to treat commoners like animals, friends of the same rank...

It was undoubtedly a wonderful thing.

So wonderful that even small flaws could be reluctantly overlooked.

Yet even so, even though they were born with things that people yearn for in their dreams, their lives were still not entirely as they wished.

Because there were rules to follow.

These rules were not the laws of the Saint Laurent Empire, but those intangible, unspoken rules among the nobility.

For example, always leaving a way out.

At least on the surface, this had to be done.

Even the Mosgla family, after such persecution of the Bartleion family, still chose to spare Lynn's life by simply banishing him to the frontier.

As for the subsequent assassination attempts on him, they were actually instigated by a small faction within the family.

Thus, under the influence of his environment, Dalion had also gradually etched these noble rules deep into his bones.

He had indeed followed them all along.

Until... today.

At the moment the gunshot sounded, Dalion felt as if someone had fiercely punched him in the chest, and he staggered backward several steps.

Then came an intense, unbearable burning pain,

He instantly displayed an expression of disbelief.

He... dared to shoot?

He dared to shoot?!

He dared to shoot a Mosgla family heir in public?!

Until the moment he collapsed to the ground, powerless, Dalion couldn't distinguish between illusion and reality, thinking he was merely experiencing a nightmare.

But when he saw Lynn's calm eyes through the crow mask, he finally realized something.

I... am going to die.

As one of the most likely heirs to the Mosgla family, he hadn't yet had the chance to fully enjoy life, and now he was going to die at a backwater banquet in such a ridiculous way.

There was no crowd to accompany him, nor were there petals thrown in the air.

All of this, just because he had provoked that madman a few times.

Dalion's consciousness gradually faded.

At the last moment of his life, the emotion that lingered in his heart was not hatred.

It was regret.

Damn it.

If I had known he was a madman, why would I provoke him?

Why did I provoke him?

Dalion's vision darkened, and his head slumped to the side.

In his last moments, what he saw was the still-warm body of Butler Sherlock not far away.

The very existence he regarded as no better than pigs and dogs.

It turns out... in the eyes of this madman, we are no different.

...

"Damn it!" the moment the gunshot rang out, Duke Tierus's roar instantly echoed throughout the entire hall, "What the hell are you trying to do?!"

With this roar, the space around them seemed to become disturbed and fluctuate.

Everyone was stunned by the scene that had suddenly unfolded.

They never imagined that this young man could be so brazen.

It wasn't enough to kill a butler, he even dared to shoot a Mosgla family heir right there!Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Feeling the Duke's fury, Lynn looked down.

The revolver he was holding, unknown when, had turned into a heavy iron lump, crashing heavily to the ground.

This was the ability to control gravity, and the technique was extremely refined, not damaging his palm in the slightest.

Such a pity.

Since Lynn had started at frame zero, even Duke Tierus hadn't reacted.

After all, he had already killed a butler.

Who could have expected that this wasn't enough, and he would publicly shoot a Mosgla family heir?!

For a moment, Duke Tierus was overwhelmed with indescribable fury.

The previous favor and liking he had for Lynn disappeared completely, replaced by an urge to tear him apart entirely.

It wasn't that Dalion couldn't die.

He could even die bitten by stray dogs in a ditch after leaving here.

That wouldn't matter.

But he absolutely, absolutely could not die at a banquet he was hosting.

No matter what the stance of Duke Tierus was, the mere occurrence of such an event tied him to it.

It wasn't that he feared an emerging noble family that had risen in recent years.

It just made no absolute sense to make an enemy out of nowhere.

After all, the Mosgla family and the Heavenly Principle Church had deep ties, and also had an extraordinary relationship with the Second Prince; this troubled him greatly.

Furthermore, his visit this time was for the purpose of collecting taxes.

Yet, he hadn't had the chance to hear what the Mosgla family had to offer before allowing their envoy to die so easily.

Even if Duke Tierus did not wish it, it would still be perceived as a hostile signal by the other party.

Instantly, extraordinary power surged throughout his body, the ferocious energy causing the surrounding marble floor tiles to crack and break!

Duke Tierus's eyes widened with fury, and he lifted his right hand, ready to suppress the assailant on the spot.

At the critical moment, Lynn suddenly exclaimed, "Duke, I know you are angry... but regardless, the man is already dead!"

His words seemed to be pointed.

The words seemed to have some effect as Duke Tierus's gaze sharpened and his movements paused for a moment.

But ultimately, anger overpowered reason.

An invisible gravitational surge descended from the sky, sweeping towards Lynn's position!

Ah.

Why won't he listen to advice?

Even in such a dire situation, Lynn showed no fear; he only sighed softly.

It seemed he was waiting for something.

The next second, crisp footsteps sounded, and a graceful figure clad in a long red dress appeared seemingly out of nowhere, standing in front of him.

"This is the last time I will call you 'Uncle Tierus,'" Ivyst said, her expression icy cold and her long black hair fluttering gently as a strong crimson force field enveloped her, "Please think carefully about whether you really want to strike at my subordinate."

Her voice was utterly emotionless, suggesting not a hint of sentiment.

Yet, the aura she emitted was overwhelmingly powerful,

as if stepping any closer to Duke Tierus would result in his immediate decapitation.

His Highness is formidable!

Watching the stunning figure standing before him, Lynn mentally gave her a thumbs-up.

The atmosphere immediately became tense.

to any observing eye, in the brief collision of extraordinary power, it appeared that Duke Tierus, who seemed strong and dominant, had fallen into a disadvantage, his complexion pale.

Yet, the tall and slender woman in the red dress remained unmoved, effortlessly suppressing her opponent.

"..."

A look of surprise appeared in Duke Tierus's eyes as he stared intently at Ivyst in front of him.

Has she grown so much stronger?

Feeling the looming threat of death, Duke Tierus snorted coldly.

"Would you strike at me for a mere subordinate?"

"You could try," Ivyst responded coolly.

"I never thought Your Highness would be so protective of your subordinates," said Duke Tierus coldly, a bit breathless, "But I wonder if this protection extends only to..."

"Shut up."

Ivyst instinctively cut him off.

"..."

Though Ivyst's words were somewhat offensive, Duke Tierus seemed not to mind that.

Rather, it was that boy, who had easily broken through all of Duke Tierus's many years of carefully maintained Qi Cultivation Skills, who truly was a talent.

Looking towards the young man standing nearby with a raven mask, the anger in Duke Tierus's heart gradually subsided.

Not that he had forgiven Lynn, but merely because what he said was true.

The deed was done, and the man was dead.

Rather than feeling angry about an irreversible mistake, it was better to think about how to compensate for it afterward.

After a moment of silence, Duke Tierus suddenly raised his hand and dispersed the surrounding extraordinary power.

Then he looked at the floor, now cracked from their collision of powers, as well as the guests who had retreated far away.

"I apologize for the unexpected events this evening," Duke Tierus coughed lightly, "The banquet is over, please be careful on your way home."

Once the host of the banquet allowed it, the nobility present, as if granted a reprieve, thanked him and left the hall.

Clearly, the events of this evening were likely more exciting than anything they had encountered in their lives.

It wouldn't be long before news spread throughout Orn City.

Seeing the guests dispersing, Duke Tierus then gave another order to his subordinates, "You there, take care of his body properly."

"Yes!"

The guards carried away Dalion's body.

After everything was done, Duke Tierus slowly closed his eyes.

At the same time, he began to reflect on the night's events.

The first half went smoothly, clearly stating his position and setting a strong tone for the local nobles and the church.

But later on, due to Moselle's disastrous manipulation, the entire situation took a dramatic turn.

And the real instigator was this boy who was outwardly insane but more rational than anyone.

Only now was he beginning to vaguely understand Lynn's purpose.

If he wasn't mistaken, this person was never truly angered by Dalion's poor tactics.

It wasn't a spur of the moment but premeditated.

"That reckless kid... Oh well, come to the study with me," he chuckled coldly and then looked towards Ivyst nearby, "How about it, Your Highness? Calmed down now? If so, please join me for a chat."