Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

After leaving the circus, it was already evening.

The sun had set in the west, and the night sky was gradually engulfed in darkness, with occasional specks of starlight tempting one to stop and gaze.

Lynn followed behind Ivyst, looking at her stunning silhouette and softly sighing to himself.

Although he had tried to please Ivyst according to the Witch's advice, he could not muster much confidence at this point.

After all, he had been treated almost like a servant throughout the day.

Her expression had remained bland and uninterested from start to finish, as if nothing could arouse her interest.

To be frank, although this was not unusual compared to her usual demeanor, Lynn was keenly aware of a slight disturbance in her emotions.

It was as if... for a moment, she overlapped with the Witch from a hundred thousand years later, who had been desperate to end her life.

However, Lynn did not dwell on it, assuming it was due to some distressing matter.

After all, she was far from experiencing the despair that the Witch had felt a hundred thousand years later; how could she possess that cold, world-weary demeanor?

Lynn silently followed behind Ivyst.

Just then, a small figure suddenly darted out beside him: "Brother, would you like to buy a bouquet for your sister?"

"No... Alright, one bouquet."

Looking at the emaciated little girl, Lynn's heart softened.

He pulled out all the copper coins change he had in his pocket and placed it into the pocket of the flower-selling girl, then chose a small bouquet of white flowers from her basket.

"Thank you, brother!"

The girl hurried off towards the next customer.

Seeing this, Lynn shook his head.

"Princess, beautiful flowers for you."

He walked up to Ivyst and handed her the bouquet.

Looking at the innocent yet resilient white flowers in Lynn's hands, Ivyst frowned, "Ugly. Go exchange them for roses."

It made sense.

With Ivyst's flamboyant and proud nature, how could she favor a bouquet with such a restrained style?

She had always only liked roses.

But the key issue was that roses required a very demanding cultivation environment; how could a little girl have possibly grown them?

Yet seeing Ivyst's unmistakable expression at that moment, Lynn sighed.

"Then please wait here for me for a bit."

Lynn turned and ran towards where the flower-selling child had disappeared.

But there were too many pedestrians on the street.

Even though Lynn followed the route he remembered, he still did not see the child, nor could he find any flower shop.

After about fifteen minutes, he sadly returned to where he had been before.

He was stunned.

The place where he had asked Ivyst to wait now bore no trace of the cold and proud figure in a black dress.

I knew it.

Lynn's expression darkened once again.

That woman never followed conventions; how could she possibly wait obediently by the roadside?

Especially since he was her subordinate.

Requests like these were never taken seriously by her.

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For a moment, Lynn fell into contemplation.

"Excuse me, are you looking for a lady wearing a black mask?"

Just as he was getting frantic, a voice as clear and melodious as a nightingale suddenly sounded beside him.

The voice's owner seemed very young, innocent and carefree like a young girl.

"Yes! If you know where she went, please tell me!"

Lynn's eyes lit up, and he turned toward the direction from which the voice had come.

What caught his eye was a lady wearing a large white-brimmed hat.

Due to the low brim and a white veil, her face and age were obscured.

However, even so, the lady still caused Lynn to be struck by her elegance at first glance.

Because she was truly grand.

Even though Ivyst's physique was outstanding among her peers, compared to the imposing figure in front of him, it paled in comparison.

Although this lady's attire was very conservative, she exuded a full-bodied charm reminiscent of a mature mother, her ample bosom almost on the verge of bursting the fabric, emitting a seductive and sweet aura all over.

But recalling the crisp, girlish sound of her voice just moments ago made Lynn's judgment hesitate.

All in all, she was a beautiful lady whose age was hard to determine.

Upon hearing Lynn's plea, the White Hat Lady nodded slightly and then pointed in a certain direction.

"Ivyst... that young lady went that way," the White Hat Lady's voice was delightful, "If you want to chase her, you'd better hurry."

"After all, the thing girls hate the most is waiting."

Her words seemed to carry a hidden message.

Lynn nodded, relieved inside, "Thank you for showing me the way!"

Saying this, he sprinted in that direction.

But a few seconds later, Lynn seemed to think of something and ran back to the White Hat Lady.

"Beautiful Miss, this bouquet is for you, it seems to suit you well."

Regardless of her response, Lynn stuffed the flowers into the White Hat Lady's arms and then dashed off again.

The lady seemed not to have fully reacted, staring blankly at the flowers in her hands.

Just then, from the shadows nearby, a female voice laced with murderous intent suddenly came, sounding very cold.

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As the Second Prince Felit's guard assigned to her side, failing to behead that ignorant boy before he gave the flowers was a severe dereliction.

He had no idea whom he had just spoken to—such a distinguished being.

"Don't always talk about fighting and killing, little Aisha." The White Hat Lady, coming out of her reverie, chided lightly, then leaned slightly to smell the bouquet, "It smells so good."

"But I'm already a mother of two children, and to think I still get called 'beautiful Miss.'"

"What an interesting young man."

The lady caressed her face, smiling to herself.

...

When Lynn finally found Ivyst, she was sitting on a bench under the streetlight.

At that moment, she had inexplicably taken off the mask from her face, revealing her pale, lovely features and staring pensively into the sky.

Due to Ivyst's Curse Mark on her face, the normally bustling street was surprisingly deserted.

Probably everyone had been scared away by her.

Seeing the Imperial Princess, who remained silent, Lynn did not want to disturb her peace and slowly walked over to sit next to her.

But no sooner had he just taken a seat than he heard her faint voice, "Who allowed you to sit? Kneel in front of me."

Damn it.

Lynn cursed inwardly.

Then, he reluctantly walked a meter in front of Ivyst and knelt on one knee.

A man's knees are precious, kneeling on one knee doesn't count as submission.

"Clack!"

With a light sound, the crystal heels she had been wearing dropped to the ground.

Then Lynn felt Ivyst slide her delicate, cool feet into his arms.

He instinctively looked down and noticed some slight swelling on the previously pale and slender ankles of the Imperial Princess.

The high heels... seemed to be uncomfortable.

No wonder she had been frowning all day.

"Five minutes."

Just then, as Ivyst gazed at the stars, she suddenly spoke.

"What?"

Lynn asked subconsciously.

"It took you a full five minutes to find me, as a dog, that's a serious dereliction of duty."

Ivyst's tone was inscrutable.

While holding her delicate, porcelain-like feet, Lynn bowed his head and said, "I'm sorry... But Your Highness shouldn't worry about getting lost, after all, Orn City is only so big, even if I can't find you, so many people in the manor..."

"It doesn't matter if they find me or not," Ivyst said calmly, "but if you can't find me, I will kill you."

"...Yes, Your Highness."

Women can be unreasonable when upset, better to just go along with them.

Lynn sighed.

"Also, if you are this late again next time, I will still kill you."

"Yes, Your Highness."