Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 119: My... Good Dog

Five minutes earlier.

Staring at the massive crowd gathered outside the Augusta Estate, Lynn let out a quiet sigh of relief.

Overall, everything had unfolded according to his plan, including the scene before him.

Typically, earning 600 points in just ten days would be nearly impossible.

For example, in the Imperial Capital, finding an opportunity to rack up 3,000 points in a month would already be a stretch.

But this was Orne City, freshly ravaged by a city-wide disaster.

Though many viewed the current state of Orne City as hopeless—akin to Gotham in his previous life—Lynn saw it as a sign of rebuilding.

The old order was decrepit and corrupt. In that case, why not overthrow it?

To help the Third Princess, who had fallen into a deep emotional slump, Lynn had devised a simple solution: to awaken the deepest desires buried in her heart.

In other words, to show her what she most yearned to see.

Having read the original novel, Lynn knew well that Yveste harbored an almost pathological obsession with power and the throne.

To win the Succession Ceremony, she was willing to go to any lengths—even sacrificing her own life.

All he needed to do was let this defeated young lady experience, for the first time, what it truly felt like to be an “emperor.”

To feel the people’s expectations, their unparalleled reverence, and the heavy weight of responsibility that came with it.

It was a way to remind her of her original aspirations.

Now, tens of thousands of people had gathered around the Augusta Estate, filling the surrounding streets and alleys to capacity.

Like devout followers before a deity, they chanted her name in reverence.

Even Lynn, the mastermind behind this spectacle, couldn’t help but feel his heart surge with emotion.

At that moment, a gentle knock came from outside the carriage.

Lynn motioned for the servant to open the door.

Standing at the entrance was a thin, malnourished girl holding a large basket of flowers.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

“B-Big Brother... do you want to buy a flower?”

Clearly, the little girl hadn’t eaten properly in a long time. She wobbled slightly on her feet as she stood outside, struggling to balance the basket on her tiptoes to show Lynn.

The flowers inside were mostly wildflowers, unremarkable in appearance.

However, Lynn’s sharp eyes quickly spotted a crumpled red rose quietly lying at the bottom of the basket.

For some reason, an inexplicable urge rose within him.

“How much for this flower?” he asked, pulling out the rose from the bottom of the basket.

The girl’s eyes dimmed slightly. “Big Brother, that flower is almost wilted. Mama said... Mama said we can’t sell dying flowers.”

“If you like it, you can just take it.”

Lynn paused for a few seconds, then asked, “Where is your mother?”

The girl’s expression darkened further as she lowered her head in silence.

Her reaction said everything.

“Do you have any other family?”

“I-I still have a little brother...”

Hearing this, Lynn found himself momentarily speechless.

After a brief silence, he turned to his servant and spoke softly. “Bring the siblings to the estate and take care of them. I heard the estate is short on hands lately—she could help tend the gardens.”

As the servant escorted the flower girl away, Lynn tucked the rose into the inner pocket of his coat.

Gazing at the emaciated refugees around him, he fell silent, lost in thought.

After some time, Lynn finally spoke, his voice soft as he addressed the coachman: “Tell the people ahead to clear a path.

“It’s about time we returned.”

“Y-Your Highness?!”

Afia’s tear-filled eyes instantly reddened as she stared at the figure everyone had longed to see for over a month. Her voice trembled as she turned to Yveste, who sat in her wheelchair.

But Yveste had no mind for anyone else’s emotions at that moment.

Her pale lips quivered, and her breathing became erratic—sometimes rapid, sometimes faltering.

“Good... good...”

She struggled to articulate a single word, her voice garbled, unable to form a complete sentence.

The despair and emptiness in her crimson eyes gave way to an unprecedented vitality and brilliance.

Yveste couldn’t be bothered with trivial questions, like why Lynn wasn’t dead or why he was only returning now.

Her burning heart was overwhelmed with a chaotic torrent of obsessive and deranged thoughts.

My little dog...

My... good dog...

Hold me...

Never leave again...

Like someone on the brink of madness, her breaths grew hot and ragged as she instinctively tried to stand.

However, since absorbing part of the Level 0 Sealed Artifact, Yveste had developed strange symptoms—such as intermittent muscle weakness.

Even the simple act of standing was now a struggle for her.

Afia, with tears streaming down her face, rushed forward. “Your Highness, I-I’ll take you to him right now!”

With that, she began to push Yveste’s wheelchair out of the reception room.

Not just her—Greya and Morris bolted out the door as well, eager to embrace the boy who had once again worked a miracle.

But for a woman as unhinged as Yveste, every second apart from Lynn felt unbearable.

How could she possibly endure waiting on the third floor?

“Good... dog...”

Yveste muttered softly under her breath.

Just as Afia was about to wheel her away from the window, Yveste suddenly made an unexpected move.

Under the horrified gaze of everyone present, Yveste, seemingly heedless of her safety, mustered every ounce of her strength, stood up, and threw herself out the window!

She looked completely unhinged, her slender figure wrapped in a flowing white gown losing the wheelchair’s support as she plummeted straight down from the third floor.

Her snow-white hair floated gently in the breeze.

Her crimson eyes burned with an intensity and obsession that could not be extinguished.

The once-cold and breathtakingly beautiful woman now stretched her arms wide, as though she were a flame, intent on enveloping and consuming her target completely.

Hurry!

My sweetest little dog, let your master hold you tight!

At the moment the white-haired woman leapt from the third floor, Lynn’s pupils dilated.

Staring at her breathtaking face—so eerily similar yet distinct from the Witch’s—his heartbeat inexplicably skipped a beat.

If the Witch exuded the icy elegance of a goddess, then the woman before him was a blazing fire—passionate and scorching, capable of burning not just herself but everyone around her.

Yet the fleeting brilliance in those crimson eyes was utterly captivating, drawing him in like a moth to a flame, unable to resist the urge to burn alongside her.

Is this woman insane?

Jumping from the third floor—did she not fear breaking her bones?

Ordinarily, Lynn’s rational mind would have prompted him to think such thoughts, even urging him to step back and avoid getting splattered with blood.

But in that instant, a peculiar impulse surged within his chest.

Faced with the fiery obsession in her crimson eyes, his body moved before his mind could protest.

In the next moment, a gentle impact hit his arms, and Lynn found himself holding a soft, warm body.

Her curves were alluring, and a familiar yet unfamiliar scent of roses enveloped him, momentarily throwing his thoughts into disarray.

She’s beautiful...

For reasons he couldn’t comprehend, this thought suddenly echoed in Lynn’s mind.