Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 152: A Woman's Sixth Sense

“Did your brother know her before?”

In the crowd, Yveste suddenly asked Eleanor, seemingly out of the blue.

The terrifying sixth sense of a woman had been triggered.

Although Lynn’s glance toward the Silent Saintess had been brief and subtle, it was enough to spark a premonition in Yveste’s heart.

Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t immediately let her emotions show.

Eleanor glanced over, then shook her head. “No, I don’t think so. My brother has probably never met her.”

How do you even know so much about that guy’s social circle? Yveste felt a twinge of annoyance but quickly reminded herself of the need for solidarity.

Surrounded by enemies, she couldn’t afford to alienate Lynn’s younger sister, who was undoubtedly on his side.

Hearing Eleanor’s response, Yveste coldly hummed to herself, her suspicions about Lynn and Tiya deepening.

Still, she restrained herself. She had already misunderstood him once today because of Eleanor, and there were far more important matters at hand. Acting like a jealous, obstructive woman wasn’t her style.

I’ll ask you about this when we get home tonight.

She glanced at the Eye of the Mind sigil in her palm, her gaze icy.

Meanwhile, the artifact capable of recreating human memories was brought into the hall by the knights.

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In the center of the Council Hall, Lynn stood alone, silently staring at the round, transparent orb placed before him.

From nearby, Marquis Mosgra spoke, his tone faintly mocking. “As someone formerly affiliated with the military, you must know what this artifact does.”

Lynn didn’t respond, but memories of its function surfaced in his mind.

This was a Level-6 Sealed Artifact capable of reading short- to mid-term memories. However, it had certain limitations.

Extended use could place significant strain on the brain, and any memories older than a month became increasingly blurry and distorted.

This realization prompted a barely perceptible sigh of relief from Lynn.

But the subtle shift in his expression didn’t escape the keen eyes of Marquis Mosgra, who responded with a cold sneer.

Before moving forward with this plan, Marquis Mosgra had already considered every contingency.

For instance, Lynn’s memories might have been tampered with.

Given that Lynn had been exiled to the frontier, he wouldn’t know how often military technology had been updated.

The memory-reading artifact he remembered was merely the first version. The artifact now before him was already the third generation.

This advanced artifact could not only perfectly recreate all stored memories but also determine if they had been tampered with.

Unless Lynn’s abilities surpassed those of a Sixth-Rank Demigod, even if he had altered his memories, the discrepancies would be exposed.

This crucial detail was unknown to Lynn—and to most of the people present.

This was precisely the outcome the marquis sought.

In his mind, Lynn’s audacity tonight suggested he had meticulously prepared for every possible outcome.

Thus, the young man’s memories must have been edited by the Third Princess, Yveste, to handle situations like this.

Marquis Mosgra didn’t care about uncovering the actual events of the banquet. All he needed was for the artifact to reveal that Lynn’s memories had been altered. The truth would take care of itself from there.

The marquis’s expression darkened as his thoughts wandered.

Eunice had once been a promising heir to the family, even gaining her own noble title from Saint Roland VI thanks to her extraordinary achievements. However, her detachment from the family had made it imperative to cultivate a new successor.

While the Mosgra family had many offspring, most were disappointing, and Dallion had been the brightest among them.

The marquis had pinned his hopes on him.

And then, this brat—Lynn—destroyed everything.

To publicly kill the heir of a noble house was an outrageous act, trampling the Mosgra family’s dignity into the dirt.

As the head of the Snowhawk Family, Marquis Mosgra lived by the principle of returning grievances tenfold.

“Begin,” he said coldly.

To clear himself, Lynn had to disprove accusations from both the marquis and the cardinal.

To be targeted simultaneously by two major figures was exceedingly rare, and it was clear that both men harbored a deep-seated hatred for him, aiming to destroy him completely.

Yet Lynn remained silent, his thoughts unreadable.

Finally, he raised his head.

As his palm moved closer to the orb, Eunice, standing beside the marquis, watched with growing satisfaction.

She couldn’t imagine any way for Lynn to escape this predicament.

But just as his hand was about to touch the artifact, Lynn paused.

“I have one last question before we proceed,” he said.

His gaze locked onto Marquis Mosgra, sharp and unyielding.

Feeling the intensity of Lynn’s gaze, the marquis’s expression remained cold. He said nothing.

Lynn continued, “Do you remember the final words in the letter sent to you by Duke Tyrius?”

The marquis hesitated for a second before responding with indifference, “At this point, are you hoping to use the Duke as a shield before His Majesty?”

“Call it a trade,” Lynn said calmly. “Recite it for me, and I’ll immediately submit to the artifact’s inspection.”

Ridiculous.

Does he think there’s still a chance to turn things around?

Marquis Mosgra felt no surprise, only a deeper disdain for Lynn.

Confident in the artifact’s advanced capabilities, he interpreted Lynn’s actions as nothing more than the desperate flailing of a cornered animal.

But under the Emperor’s watchful eye, the marquis dared not delay.

“The letter read as follows,” he said. “Regarding noble dignity, the Duke believes this matter should not be widely publicized. He hopes the Mosgra family will show tolerance, take a step back, and seek reconciliation.”

From the perspective of the Mosgra family, the letter was an outright threat.

A noble heir had been killed, yet an Elector Count had the audacity to demand the family tolerate it and negotiate with the murderer.

It was utterly outrageous.

“Good,” Lynn said, an enigmatic smile tugging at his lips.