Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

Believers of the Silent Church are mostly female, and the doctrine does not forbid them from marrying and having children. Love and being loved is a natural right for everyone, and given the feudal background of this world, women find it challenging to engage in a wide range of professions as they might on Blue Star. Thus, even the Bright Moon Goddess, who detests men to the extreme, would not deprive her followers of the right to form families. Of course, this only applies to the ordinary faithful. For the clergy within the Church, in order to dedicate their entire lives to the Goddess, marriage and childbirth are strictly prohibited, and falling in love with a man is absolutely forbidden. Once confirmed, they would be sent to the Religious Tribunal. This is why Louise previously harbored such hostility towards Xiya. Perhaps it was Beatrice's overly twisted and abnormal views that led to the birth of this kind of mental chastity. The so-called "love" is, in her eyes, the ugliest thing in the world. Like an apple plucked from a tree, it's crisp and juicy initially, but with time, it gradually oxidizes, wrinkles, and eventually rots completely, surrounded by maggots and flies, exuding an unbreathable stench. For Her, who holds the Authority of "beauty," such ugliness is unbearable to even glance at. This is also why, after reading the memories of Tiya and Lynn's close contact, She was so furious. Over the years, too many vessels have been chosen, causing each Holy Maiden to wither prematurely, giving the impression to the outside world that the role of Silent Saintess is a short-lived profession. In Her view, although the previous vessels were all incredibly devout and had never violated the doctrines She created, never having contact with the opposite sex, they ultimately did not meet Her stringent standards. As a vessel that is embarking on the path to divinity anew, it must be perfect to the extreme. It took so much effort to select such a once-in-a-century body from the Elf Royal Court, and just as resurrection was within sight, to Her surprise, a joke was played in terms of the level of faithfulness. Though she appeared soft and fragile, the defiance and determination in her eyes when she threatened Her were no joke. Moreover... Although She had not yet gained full control of this body, sensing a certain restlessness stirring deep within, this feeling caused Beatrice's heart to suddenly tense. She bit down hard and gave herself a Psychological Suggestion. She must use the most terrifying means and ways imaginable to deal with that handsome young man named Lynn Bartleion... No! Why would I think he's handsome?! In an instant, Beatrice's expression drastically changed, and the dreamlike, misty white moonlight that surrounded her surged violently with Her emotions. Her gaze instantly gathered an endless killing intent, and her icy eyes fell upon the lingering weak consciousness of Tiya. Only then did the Bright Moon Goddess realize that the "curse" spoken of by the other party was not false. That restless feeling in her heart, those thoughts that should have made the original Her utterly nauseated, seemed to have engrained in the bones of this vessel as if a habit formed without knowing when. It was foreseeable that if She indeed took possession of this vessel, certain changes would occur that She did not wish to see. There were only two paths before Her. Either return to the Divine Kingdom and temporarily suspend the plan, waiting for the next opportunity. Or reluctantly take over this body and find an opportunity to resolve the inner suggestion later. The former was immediately dismissed by Her. The world of consciousness of Her true form had long been contaminated by the whispers of Demons and Evil Gods, and this fragmented consciousness that had separated was all that She could maintain of Her sanity with great effort. If She were to return to the Divine Kingdom now, not to mention not being able to find another replacement vessel in a short time, even this last pure land would be tainted. By then, She would have completely lost all opportunities. But the second path was also extremely repulsive to Her, akin to forcing a vegetarian to taste the flavor of meat. To make Her, the great existence, fall in love with a human boy worth less than an ant, was more painful than death. Beatrice's cold gaze slowly fell on Tiya, only to see a pale and delicate face. For some reason, despite being on the brink of destruction, she still managed to curl her lips into a slight smile. A towering rage surged in Her heart. You wretched, petty thief!!! Instantly, Beatrice lost all rationality, raising her right hand enveloped in pure brilliance, her eyes filled with intense killing intent. At this moment, all She wanted to do was to inflict torture a million times more severe than the Painful Illusion on this damned "mistake." She would make her regret being born into this world. ... "Wow..." Inside the auditorium. The moment the bright white moon high in the sky burst forth with radiance, everyone's gaze was involuntarily drawn towards it, exclaiming without thinking. Even Hillena couldn't help but fix her gaze on the flowing moonlight, a trace of astonishment in her eyes. It was a beauty that transcended concepts and the limits of human understanding, triggering a resonance and palpitation in the soul. After all, She was the Divine who held the Authority of "beauty," and it was effortless for Her to evoke such sensations.