Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 95: The Creepy Truth

This time, Yveste didn’t initiate with Abrupt Moves. Instead, Lynn took the lead, activating the Lie Eater half a second earlier.

While maintaining the sluggish, hypnotized demeanor, Lynn covertly observed Yveste, who sat by the window.

That was when he noticed a crumpled piece of paper lying quietly on the windowsill by her right hand.

The wax seal bore the emblem of a World Tree, signifying it was a letter from the royal family.

Is this the reason for her recent low spirits?

However, there was one thing Lynn couldn’t figure out.

Earlier on the street, she had promised to reveal the truth to him. So why had she hypnotized him instead?

Typically, Yveste only used hypnosis when she wanted to ensure he wouldn’t recall specific details.

Just then, Yveste’s airy voice broke the silence: “Drink the wine on the table.”

His gaze instinctively turned, and he noticed a half-filled glass of red wine on the desk to his right. Under the moonlight, the wine reflected a crimson hue.

Is she feeling like she hasn’t had enough and wants a drinking buddy?

Though perplexed, Lynn obediently followed her command, maintaining the facade of being hypnotized.

Soon, the slightly bitter taste of high-quality red wine filled his mouth and went down his throat.

Only after watching him finish the entire glass did Yveste shift her gaze away.

This was shaping up to be a night full of peculiarities.

Did she drug the wine? Is she waiting for it to kick in so she can pin me down for some “pre-mission release”?

Lynn’s thoughts began to spiral.

But even after a long while, Yveste said nothing.

The moonlight bathed her in a silvery glow, adding a touch of cold elegance to her presence. Yet to Lynn, the Princess seemed to have shed her usual aloofness and regal sternness, replaced by an air that was either gentleness or quietude.

“Felit… he wasn’t wrong,” Yveste finally broke the silence. “To Father, to the royal family, and even to the entire empire, I’m nothing more than a ‘tool.’”

She spoke without context or preamble, allowing her emotions to guide her words.

Lynn was stunned.

In the original story, the narrative heavily focused on the male protagonist and his many female companions.

As a result, during the early and middle stages, the royal succession struggle involving the Third Princess, Yveste, wasn’t given much attention. Most of the time, her character suffered setback after setback.

It wasn’t until the later War of the Gods arc that Yveste emerged as the ultimate antagonist, fully realized in her role.

As for her backstory, the novel barely touched on it.

So, in this moment, Lynn was navigating uncharted waters, unable to make sense of many things.

Hearing Yveste’s sudden heartfelt confession only deepened his confusion.

A tool?

Though he wasn’t sure how powerful she currently was, her rank was certainly no less than Sixth Rank.

Even if she couldn’t challenge the gods themselves, within this nation, aside from the major churches, a few ancient families with deep roots, and a handful of Level 0 Sealed Artifacts, there was truly nothing capable of restraining her.

If not for her ambition to claim the throne, Yveste could easily overthrow a government anywhere outside the Five Great Empires at will, should she choose to defect.

So why, Lynn wondered, with such overwhelming power, would she still be treated as a mere tool?

Yveste, of course, was oblivious to his thoughts.

Gazing at the moon, she continued speaking to herself.

“As an ill-fated existence abandoned by the gods, I was never meant to be born into this world.”

“In those days… the public loudly demanded that I be sent to the gallows. Yet, my father bore the immense pressure and spared my life.”

“Though my childhood was filled with bullying and discrimination, at least I grew up with the dignity of a princess, right up until now.”

“There was a time I was truly grateful to him—for everything he did for me.”

“There were even moments when I genuinely believed in unconditional kindness and love.”

“Until… that day.”

A bitter smile curled her lips as she tipped her glass back, draining the remaining wine.

Perhaps slightly tipsy, a few drops trickled down, disappearing into the deep curve of her chest.

“I still remember it was my seventh birthday,” Yveste said, placing the glass down and curling her legs, wrapping her arms lightly around her knees.

“No one attended my birthday banquet except for a few nuns sent by the major churches to perform their routine physical examinations.”

“As a child, I still had a trace of childish innocence. Such things upset me, and I’d throw tantrums over them.”

“In hindsight, it was nothing more than an attempt to gain attention.”

“So, when the nuns were examining me, I suddenly felt my emotions and power spiraling out of control. In anger, I grabbed the Sealed Artifact they were using, trying to make them stop treating me like a piece of merchandise being measured.”

“It was a Level 4 Sealed Artifact, supposedly indestructible to a certain extent.”

“But when I came back to my senses, I realized that the artifact had turned to powder, floating away from my hands.”

“This act shocked everyone present. That very night, the entire church system in the Imperial Capital was thrown into an uproar.”

“As for me, the instigator, I developed a fever.” Yveste paused briefly, tucking her cascading hair behind her ear.

“That fever lasted an entire week. During that time, my consciousness felt as though it was drowning in an endless ocean, suffering a constant, suffocating pain.”

“Fortunately, I made it through.”

“When I opened my eyes, the first thing I saw was my father, Saint Roland VI.”

“I thought he had stayed by my bedside out of concern for my safety, but unexpectedly…”

“Unexpectedly, when he saw me awake, a flicker of disgust appeared in his eyes, and his voice was colder and more detached than I’d ever heard before.”

“He said to me…”

‘Evester Roland Alexini, the empire has tolerated your existence in this world for seven years. From this day forward, it’s time for you to repay the empire and fulfill your duty as a “tool.”’

A faint chuckle escaped Yveste’s lips.

“Aren’t you curious,” she asked, “what this ‘tool’ actually refers to? And where my powers really come from?”

Of course I’m curious.

At that moment, Lynn was fully immersed in her story, captivated by every word.

“I don’t really know,” Yveste murmured. “All I know is that since the day I was born, I’ve dreamed every night of a… white-haired woman who looks a lot like me.”

“Every time I see her, she speaks, but her words are always incomprehensible.”

“Just before the dream fades, she gives me these scattered fragments of something.”

“Those fragments are the source of my power.”

“That’s why, even without any faith in this world to accept me, I can still endlessly grow stronger.”

A faint red glow flickered in Yveste’s pale palm before she casually dispersed it with a gentle squeeze.

White-haired woman?

Lynn froze at her words.

Could it be the future Witch of the End attempting to create some kind of time loop?

But that didn’t make sense either.

If the future version of her could freely help her past self increase in strength, wouldn’t that mean history could be altered at will?

What was the point of him working to raise the storyline deviation if that were the case?

Besides, Lynn vaguely recalled that Yveste’s true source of power was related to some ancient entity from the Age of Chaos.

So, the white-haired woman was probably not the Witch of the End.

But Yveste didn’t stop to wait for his thoughts to catch up. She continued, as if speaking to herself.

“As my power grew, I gradually gained control over some incredibly potent abilities.”

“There are two in particular I named Devour and Annihilation.”

“And those were the beginning of my role as a ‘tool.’”

“As you might have guessed, the incident on my seventh birthday was an early display of these abilities.”

“Each Sealed Artifact possesses unique properties and rules. Containing them requires meticulous strategies to account for various negative effects.”

“For lower-ranked artifacts, the containment methods are relatively simple.”

“But as the rank increases, with Level 2, Level 1, and even the legendary Level 0 Sealed Artifacts, the containment conditions become harsh, bordering on impossible.”

“Any mistake could trigger catastrophic chain reactions and unstoppable disasters.”

“For uncontrollable Sealed Artifacts with more harm than benefit, the primary principle for every nation—including the Saint Roland Empire—is destruction.”

“However, the higher the rank of a Sealed Artifact, the more indestructible it becomes, governed by rules far beyond human capability to overturn.”

“That’s where my powers of Devour and Annihilation come into play. I am the perfect enforcer of this principle.”

Yveste’s smile was faint, yet her words sent chills down Lynn’s spine.

Could it be…

An oppressive thought surfaced in his mind, a hypothesis so heavy it made it hard to breathe.

The next second, Yveste’s words confirmed his suspicion.

“Using Devour, I kill the consciousness of the Sealed Artifact and assimilate its properties and rules into my own body. Then, with the power of Annihilation, I gradually break it down, piece by piece,” Yveste said calmly. “That is the duty I fulfill as a ‘tool.’”

?!

An overwhelming wave of dread swept over Lynn, making his entire body go numb.

His mind reeled, teetering on the verge of breaking out of the Lie Eater state, the shock unlike anything he’d experienced before.

So… this is the truth?

He stared at Yveste by the windowsill, his emotions a chaotic storm of bewilderment, unease, and reluctant empathy.

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