Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

Recalling this, Lynn saw Princess perform an extremely cute action.

Moved by modesty, she unconsciously stopped her previously hurried pace, but failed to stabilize herself and nearly collapsed to the ground.

She managed to stay upright by leaning on a nearby handrail, using one hand to hold up her skirt.

Realizing Lynn was watching, Ivyst seemed somewhat embarrassed, slowly straightened up, and then flung back the loose strands of hair by her ear with a light huff.

Then, as if nothing had happened, she gracefully walked down the stairs holding the hem of her skirt, exuding the austere and indifferent air of an empress attending a grand ceremony.

At that moment, she had, unknown to others, removed her mask and revealed her true face.

Thanks to the negative effects of the Curse Mark, nobody dared to meet her gaze, let alone look in that direction.

Thus, only Lynn was fortunate enough to see this appearance.

With a commanding presence, Ivyst parted the guards around her and moved to the center of the crowd, took Lynn's hand and pulled him aside.

Upon seeing the wound and bloodstains on Lynn's chest, she frowned subtly, "Who was it this time? So hard to kill? Why are you injured?"

Clearly, Ivyst still thought that Lynn probably had another conflict and casually killed the other party.

To her, this was nothing significant.

"I didn't kill anyone."

Lynn paused for a few seconds before slowly responding.

"Hmm, I know… So who was it?"

"I really didn't."

"Not nice."

"..."

A look of frustration flashed in Lynn's eyes.

Moments later, Hillena also came down the stairs.

Upon seeing Lynn safe and sound, she too breathed a sigh of relief.

It wasn't that she had any special feelings for Lynn.

It was merely because she had just realized the high regard Lynn held in little Ivyst's heart.

If he had truly died here, the conflict between him and Ivyst would probably never be resolved.

However, upon seeing the wound and bloodstains on Lynn's chest, she still frowned.

"How dare you kill someone at the banquet of the Imperial Princess?"

As the Great Imperial Princess of the Empire, Hillena asked with a stern expression.

Obviously, to the sisters, such an act was indeed something Lynn could commit, completely fitting their perception.

But this time, it truly wasn't him.

Lynn felt incredibly wronged.

He steeled himself and attempted to defend himself, "I think the two Princesses might be under some sort of misunderstanding about me..."

However, before he could finish his sentence, apparently displeased by Hillena's tone, Ivyst coldly interrupted, "Even if he really killed someone, so what? Who allowed you to be harsh to him?"

Hillena: "..."

The atmosphere suddenly fell silent.

These two were masters at ruining the mood.

No matter who was present, they would sacrifice the lively atmosphere to become the center of attention.

But actually, Lynn didn't want this, he was also helpless.

Fortunately, after a moment, Ivyst's attention was diverted by something else.

Accompanied by a series of heavy and chaotic footsteps, a squad of armored and well-armed Transcendents quickly entered Hillena's residence.

The young man at the forefront, with his slicked-back hair, had eyes like a hawk, sharply scanning the entire venue.

It was as if he was searching for a specific target among the crowd.

Upon seeing their attire and the golden lightning badge worn on their chests, Hillena's expression slightly changed, and at the same time, she coldly surveyed her surroundings.

The person had not been dead long, yet this team of substitute punishers from the Imperial Council had arrived as if they had scented something.

There were hidden dangers she needed to root out.

After taking note of this information, Hillena stepped forward proactively.

"Members of the Substitute Punisher Squad, it is late at night for a visit, may I ask what brings you here?"

Seeing that it was the Great Imperial Princess Hillena who had stepped forward, the young man in the lead did not show much respect but only bowed slightly before adopting a business-like demeanor.

"We just received a report that a crime seems to have occurred in your residence, and the perpetrator is suspected to be the 'Amputator Burshman,' whom we have been tracking recently."

"Since this case is highly prioritized by His Majesty and the Three Great Churches, we hope that Your Highness will not obstruct our work."

In other words, even if you are the Princess, please do not interfere in the work of the substitute punishers.

His words were extremely direct without any courtesy.

However, Hillena had risen to her current position how could she be angered by a few words?

"What are you going to do?"

She asked calmly, unintentionally taking a half step forward, shielding Ivyst and Lynn behind her.

Upon noticing her action, Ivyst remained silent for a moment before shifting her gaze as if nothing had happened.

Lynn, however, seemed to sense something and furrowed his brow.

Ivyst had told him before that since the Orn City incident had been successfully resolved, Saint Laurent VI had handed the Punisher over to her management.

Yet, the substitute punishers did not belong to the same administrative system and were directly under Saint Laurent VI, occasionally obeying the Council's orders.

To give an example, the role of the Punisher could be likened to the Five Cities Military Department from his previous life, responsible for handling various supernatural cases among the citizens.

The substitute punishers, on the other hand, were similar to the secret police.

Comparatively, the latter had far greater power and scale, and their function could be considered encompassing that of the former.

Sure enough.

The next second, the leader of the substitute punishers, the young man with the slicked hair, scanned the room with a sharp gaze.

"Accidentally" making eye contact with Lynn, a hardly noticeable smile formed at the corner of his mouth.

Then, under everyone's gaze, he waved his hand.

"Seize them."

In an instant, this well-trained Transcendent squad surged into the interior of the residence, surrounding Lynn and the others in the center.

One of them pulled out cold shackles and walked towards Lynn.

Seeing this, Hillena looked gravely at Ivyst.

Sure enough, the next second, accompanied by the slow blooming of a fierce red light, a deathly and shadowy killing intent slammed down.

Ivyst's eyes were cold, her instincts telling her to massacre these insolent people right there.

However, just as she was about to raise her hand, Lynn, who initially did not want to stop anything, suddenly narrowed his pupils.

A familiar yet completely foreign system prompt sound suddenly rang in his ears.

Familiar, because of its cold and mechanical tone.

Foreign, because of the content of the prompt this time.

"[S-level plot character 'Ivyst Laurent Alexini's' plot deviation rate has decreased to 11.07%.]"

(ps: There will be another update later, but it might be quite late, you guys can check it out when you wake up in the day.)