Stop hypnotizing me, villain princess!

Chapter 255 The Final Madness (1 words)

The curtain finally fell on the citywide trial, and Lynn was completely exonerated.

After all, the sacred tree's approval speaks louder than a thousand words.

Even the previously arrogant Bishop Connor had to lower his proud head.

Faced with the unquestionable will of the sacred tree, all doubts seem so pale and laughable.

Surrounded by Eleanor and the others, Lynn walked towards the manor. The originally crowded people parted to the sides like a tide, spontaneously making way for him.

As for figures like the Marquis of Saxton and Olivia, whose faces had once scorned, doubted, and cursed him, they were now frozen in shock and awe.

All eyes followed the figure blessed by the sacred tree until he disappeared from sight.

Even though Lynn had already returned to the manor, the crowd gathered in the Cleric Square was still unwilling to disperse.

The solemn atmosphere that had been hanging over everyone's hearts only eased slightly after Saint Laurent VI's royal carriage drove away from the square.

People began to whisper among themselves about the dramatic trial.

Soon, the legendary story of Lynn, the young nobleman, spread like wildfire through the streets and alleys.

"I heard that Lord Lynn once studied at the Saint Laurent Royal Academy of Extraordinary Talents. During his time there, he displayed amazing talent and advanced to the fourth-level extraordinary talent in just two years."

"What? He reached the fourth tier in just two years? Really?"

"of course it's true!"

Surprisingly, Marquis Matthew, who had been sitting on the platform, stood up and walked down the steps, standing in the center of the crowd. He looked radiant with pride after winning the bet.

It wasn't because he had just won tens of thousands of gold coins. After all, this wealth, enough to make ordinary people dizzy, was actually only enough to pay for half a year's worth of hay and feed for the thoroughbred racehorses he kept.

As a passionate horse racing enthusiast, the Marquis Matthew kept twelve purebred champion racehorses in his private stables.

These priceless steeds enjoy treatment comparable to royalty—their daily fodder is gathered from the Moonlight Forest of the Elven Kingdom.

"This must be the famous Marquis Matthew Augustine."

Someone recognized Matthew; after all, he's quite a celebrity in Gloucester.

Although his title was not high, this unconventional marquis had long been the most legendary topic of conversation in the capital's high society.

The main reason is that this person's behavior is so outrageous that his obsessive passion for horse racing seems insignificant.

“My cousin used to be at the Saint Laurent Royal Extraordinary Academy, but he was a bit older than Lynn and was a senior student. He happened to have a brief interaction with Lynn. According to him, Lynn became a legendary genius in the academy not long after he enrolled, especially after he took the initiative to apply for real combat half a year after enrolling, which caused a sensation in the academy.”

"According to the rules, students can only apply for practical training in their second year, but Lynn was very persistent. This guy actually knocked on the vice dean's office door directly."

"In the end, the academy could only arrange an extremely rigorous assessment for Lynn alone, intending to discourage him. After all, Lynn had already shown amazing talent, and everyone believed that he would become a pillar of the empire and have an incomparably bright future. If he were to fall too early, it would be an immeasurable loss for the empire."

"It is said that this is an unprecedentedly rigorous test. After all, the battlefield is not the academy's training ground. It is extremely cruel. The extreme test for three consecutive days made all the examiners shake their heads in secret. At that time, everyone thought that Lynn would be lucky to survive the first day. But no one expected that Lynn would be able to last until the end. When Lynn dragged his blood-covered body through the last test, even the vice dean was shocked."

"Because the final test is to enter a banished space and fight a group of real demons, including a third-tier being."

"And so, Lynn not only passed all the tests, but also set three academy records. This result left everyone speechless and rewrote the academy's century-old tradition—"

"A junior student is leading senior students to the battlefield of blood and fire."

As Matthew finished speaking, the onlookers unconsciously held their breath, and excited blushes gradually appeared on their faces.

Unsurprisingly, Lynn had become an object of their utmost admiration.

"Upon arriving on the demon battlefield, Lynn was promoted to captain at a young age."

"And with the support of Marquis Barthleon, he was poised to become the youngest colonel in the history of the Empire!"

Matthew continued.

Many people are unaware of Lynn's glorious past, largely because of the rise of Sia in recent years, which has completely replaced the glory Lynn once achieved.

"At that time, Lynn could be said to have a bright future—he had a beautiful fiancée, caring teachers, and respectful classmates."

“Even my arrogant cousin, although he is a bit older than Lynn, admires Lynn immensely.”

"You all know about Shia, right? As the most brilliant general in the empire today, he is regarded by countless people as an unparalleled hero. In my opinion, back then, Lynn's brilliance was no less than Shia's now!"

Matthew said it with absolute certainty, but then he immediately changed the subject:
"But a sudden change shattered all of that."

"Fate played a cruel joke on Lynn,"

“A year and a half ago, the Imperial Holy Sword Legion launched its thirteenth siege against the demons. Lynn was ordered to lead an elite squad to cooperate with the legion commander in carrying out an extremely dangerous decapitation operation.”

“My cousin, Payne Augustine, was a member of the team, and I feel it’s necessary to mention his name because he risked his life to complete this crucial decapitation operation. He is the pride of our Augustine family and a true hero of the Empire!”

Even the usually unserious Marquis Matthew was unusually serious for once. It wasn't because his cousin's death meant the Payne line had ended and he was forced to inherit his cousin's vast fortune, but rather because he genuinely admired his cousin's contributions to the empire.

Although the Marquis Matthew was eccentric and unconventional, and his unorthodox behavior often became the subject of gossip, his stance on matters of principle never wavered.

"I never imagined that the Augustine family would have such a warrior..."

There was a stir among the people; almost none of them knew of Payne Augustine's deeds, and they couldn't help but feel a deep respect for him.

After all, everyone knew perfectly well that the peace they were enjoying at this moment was not a given. On the brutal battlefield of the demons, countless warriors like Payne had built a wall with their flesh and blood, keeping the shadow of death at bay.

Seeing everyone's reactions, Marquis Matthew felt gratified for his cousin, who had sacrificed his life at a young age and had never married or had children.

Then he continued:
"The decapitation operation ended in success, and Lynn and his team paid a heavy price for it, but considering the difficulty of the operation, the price was nothing short of miraculous."

"Personally, I think that even if a seasoned commander like Lord Sia were to lead the team, it would be difficult to replicate the miracle created by Lynn."

As the most powerful figure in the empire today, Shia is undoubtedly an object of admiration for many. If Marquis Matthew had said this before, people would have scoffed and ridiculed him relentlessly.

But after what happened today, Lynn's image has been elevated to an unimaginable level.

As an admirer of Lynn, it's only natural to feel a little excited upon hearing about his glorious deeds.

When people genuinely like or admire someone, they can't help but feel excited when they hear about their impressive achievements.

"But then something else happened, which I'm sure many of you have heard about."

"After leading his team to complete the decapitation strike, Lynn should have led his men back to base. However, he did something extremely reckless: he misjudged the situation and disobeyed orders to penetrate deep into enemy territory."

"Despite repeated attempts by his teammates to dissuade him, he persisted in his own way, even risking the lives of the entire team for personal military merit."

"According to military records, Lynn and his squad were ambushed by an elite demon army, and only Lynn survived."

"I think most people know what happened next. Lynn, who was lucky enough to escape with his life on the battlefield, was court-martialed, but in the end, thanks to his father's efforts, he almost emptied the Bartleyon family's coffers to avoid death, but in doing so, he offended the entire capital."

"I remember it clearly. Back then, Lynn went from being a rising star in the empire to a hated executioner. Because of his personal problems, more than ten of the empire's most elite warriors sacrificed themselves in vain on the demon battlefield."

"Later, even the Church of Heaven intervened, stripping Lynn of his divinely bestowed factor, turning him into a useless person who could not cultivate."

“Even the Bartleyon family considered Lynn a disgrace to the family and banished him to a remote border to fend for himself.”

At this point, the once bustling crowd in Cleric Square had fallen silent, and everyone's expressions had changed from excitement and exhilaration to frustration and confusion.

"I do not believe!"

After a moment of silence, someone finally couldn't hold back any longer and suddenly stood up and roared, his voice filled with unbelievable anger.

"I don't believe it either!"

Another voice followed closely behind, filled with the same excitement and determination: "Lord Lynn is absolutely not the kind of person who would gamble with the lives of his brothers for so-called military merits!"

"That's right!"

Those around him nodded in agreement, their eyes gleaming with fervent admiration.

During the trial at the Sacred Tree, they clearly saw that in order to lure out the real limb-splitter and save Grostyn, Lynn risked his life, putting himself in the most dangerous situation. That resolute willingness to sacrifice himself is something everyone will never forget.

not to mention!
Lynn was recognized by the Tree of Souls, and according to prophecy, the Tree of Souls would only respond in this way to a fearless being of noble character and possessing the will of a saint.

"There's definitely a conspiracy involved here. Lord Lynn has certainly been framed!"

"This is utterly absurd. If Lord Lynn were such a despicable person, how could he possibly gain the approval of the Sacred Tree?"

"Ahem, even if I don't know Lord Lynn's character, don't I know how much filth and corruption is hidden among the noble classes of the Empire, and how many unsavory scandals have accumulated in the military?"

"Lord Lynn is definitely innocent. How could someone who would risk his own life to gain military merit by sacrificing the lives of his brothers with whom he shares daily life? It's utterly absurd and absurd!"

"I demand that the investigation into this case be reopened and that Mr. Lynn be exonerated!"

"That's right, we must find those guys hiding behind this!"

……

Even Lynn himself did not expect that this trial would bring the matter of him being framed to the forefront.

Many people flocked to the military headquarters, demanding that the military reopen the investigation. Some even surrounded the headquarters of the Church of Heaven in Grossing.

Because some insiders pointed out that the Tianli Church was also involved in the framing of Lynn.

Everyone felt indignant when they thought that the Heavenly Principle Church had stripped Lynn of his divinely bestowed factor, turning him into a useless person incapable of cultivation.

Otherwise, with Lynn's talent, he would definitely not be a mere second-tier cultivator now; he would at least be a prodigy on par with, or even surpass, Sia.

Lynn now has a group of loyal followers, after all, he once saved Grostine, which is equivalent to saving the lives of all of them.

While the entire Grossington district was in an uproar over the name Lynn, Lynn himself remained aloof and unsung hero.

After leaving the Cleric Square, he and the others returned to the manor and remained secluded for several days.

During this time, no one was able to contact him.

Even Princess Hillina was included.

You should know that the military headquarters and the Tianli Church are almost completely destroyed.

In particular, recent events have been quite detrimental to the Tianli Church, seriously affecting believers' faith in the church.

Of course, the Church of Abundance and the Church of Silence are also playing a role behind this.

Needless to say, the Silent Church holds a very high position. Her words are equivalent to the will of the Moon Goddess. Therefore, under her instruction, the Silent Church is also secretly pushing the tide, causing the Heavenly Principle Church to be deeply involved in the vortex.

Although his personal motive was to help Lynn clear his name, his official claim was to use this opportunity to attack the Church of Heaven and to recruit a group of believers for the Church of Silence.

As for the Church of Abundance, it is reasonable for them to kick the Church of Heavenly Reason when it is down at this time.

Previously, the Church of Heavenly Principle, as the largest church in the Saint Laurent Empire, had suppressed the Church of Abundance quite a bit. Especially in recent years, the Church of Heavenly Principle has grown rapidly, seriously squeezing the Church of Abundance's living space. Many believers who were originally members of the Church of Abundance have become members of the Church of Heavenly Principle.

This is a rare opportunity, and the Abundant Church will definitely step in to lend a hand.

Hilina has sent people over several times to try and contact Lynn.

There was also the military, Elector Tyrus the Duke, and so on...

Now all parties want to contact Lynn, but their purposes are different.

But no one could get in touch with Lynn.

Morris and Grey also tacitly refrained from disturbing Lynn, turning away all visitors and indicating that they did not know Lynn's whereabouts.

In fact, they knew very well that since the trial ended, Lynn had been staying in Princess Ivy's room, quietly by her side, and no one could interfere.

Three days had passed since the Sacred Tree Trial, and the entire Grostin was in an uproar over Lynn's matter. With the help of some people, the turmoil had even spread to the entire Saint Laurent Empire.

More and more people are advocating for Lynn and demanding that his case be reopened.

Also this morning, King Saint Laurent VI issued a decree, with the First Princess and the Second Prince leading a joint effort with the military and the Church of Heaven to re-examine the case of Lynn from two years ago.

Countless people cheered and jumped for joy, eagerly anticipating the final outcome.

They were absolutely convinced that Lynn was innocent, and they were determined to find the person behind it all, grind them to dust, and nail them to the pillar of shame of the empire!

Lynn herself was unaware of all the events happening outside.

To be honest, he no longer cared about the rights and wrongs of the past. For the past three days, he hadn't smiled at all. He simply moved a chair over and sat quietly by the bed, watching Yves lying on the bed like Sleeping Beauty.

He has not eaten or drunk anything for three days, not even a drop of water.

If Eves were conscious, she might find this scene quite amusing.

After all, the guy who used to avoid her like the plague has now become the loyal dog she once hoped for.

She didn't eat, drink, or sleep for three days, obediently staying by his bedside waiting for him to wake up, her eyes filled with deep affection.

This is indeed what Yves had hoped for.

Unfortunately, she can neither see nor perceive it right now.

"Your Highness."

Lynn leaned down and whispered in Yves' ear, his warm breath brushing against her delicate earlobe.

His gaze involuntarily drifted down and lingered on those bare, jade-like feet—the slender arches outlined elegant curves, and the ten pink toes were as endearing as newly blossoming flower buds.

Then, he raised his hand, his long fingers hovering about an inch from her ankle, but he didn't actually put his hand down.

"If you don't wake up soon, I'm going to run away right now."

Still no response.

Seeing this, Lynn sighed and sat up straight again.

"Your beautiful and charming older sister is quite interested in me now."

"Your Highness, you wouldn't want your little dog to become someone else's, would you?"

Although Lynn had completely cut off contact with the outside world these past few days, he could guess that the eldest princess, Hilina, would definitely be frantically trying to contact him.

Lynn tried every possible method to wake Yves, but all of them failed.

What worried him even more was that the black demonic markings on Yves's originally fair skin were spreading at a visible speed. At first, there were only a few shallow lines on her wrists, but within a few days they climbed up her arms, wrapped around her neck, and even left a few hideous marks on her pale cheeks.

The demonic runes glowed with a faint, dark light, as if greedily devouring her last remaining life force.

As time went by, Lynn became increasingly silent. At first, he would try to talk to Yvesce to see if he could wake her up.

On the fifth day, Lynn jumped up from his chair. In his bloodshot eyes, besides anxiety, there was also a hint of desperate madness!

He felt he couldn't wait any longer.

So he took out the parchment, intending to contact the witch ten thousand years in the future. Since the battle at the Gap of the Divine Moon, he hadn't had a chance to contact her and didn't know her current situation.

However, after trying, there was still no response from the witch; the contents written on the parchment received no reply.

This silenced Lynn completely.

What he had initially considered his last hope had gone unanswered.

But he still refused to give up and locked himself in Yves's room.

Five days later, Lynn finally opened the door to everyone's surprise and delight.

Seeing his current state, the initial surprise vanished instantly, replaced by deep worry. Everyone felt as if a huge boulder was weighing on their hearts.

Although they didn't go without food or water for five days like Lynn, they weren't much better off. During those five days, everyone slept very little, so everyone looked pale and rather haggard.

But compared to Lynn, it seems insignificant.

Lynn's once neat hair now looked messy, and she looked as if she had lost her soul.

As a result, no one dared to ask any questions.

Lynn didn't exchange pleasantries with the others, but instead bypassed Morris, Greya, and even his sister, and went straight to Ms. Milani.

"Melani, get me some things."

Lynn said in a low voice, his voice sounding weak and listless, probably because he was in a state of extreme weakness.

"Okay, tell me what you need."

Milani looked at his haggard face and couldn't help but sigh inwardly.

"The ashes of a deep-sea whale, moon-white crystal ore, blood-red stone, essence of the breath of the night, scales of the abyss serpent..."

Lynn rattled off dozens of materials in one breath.

Milani quickly took out her pen and started writing things down, but as she wrote, she felt that the materials seemed familiar.

Then he suddenly remembered that Lynn had asked him for it once before.

Although Lynn didn't specify what he wanted these materials for, Milani quickly guessed that they were likely for waking up Ivy, so she didn't hesitate to take out these extremely precious materials one by one and finally handed them to Lynn.

After getting what he wanted, Lynn simply said thank you and walked towards Ivy's room without looking back.

All eyes were fixed on his retreating figure. They felt a pang of unease, yet at the same time, a glimmer of hope ignited within them.

Because they suddenly remembered that Lynn was truly capable of creating miracles.

Maybe a miracle will happen this time too.

Back in the room, Lynn immediately began the ceremony.

They didn't even wait until dusk.

Logically speaking, dusk is the time of day when the Witch of the End is at her most powerful.

The success rate of holding a ceremony at this time is the highest.

But Lynn couldn't wait any longer.

Having had the experience of the first time, Lynn was much more composed this time. Following the steps in his memory, Lynn first took out a measuring bottle containing grayish-white powder, poured the contents onto his hand, and the powder slowly flowed down Lynn's fingers onto the ground, drawing a messy pattern on the ground, as if countless sharp and bloody thorns had gathered together to wrap around a lifelike heart.

This is the framework for the communication ceremony, surrounded by twelve blank nodes.

Lynn then put the contents of the bottles and jars that Milani had given him back in their proper places, in a certain order.

These are all the offerings that Yves Strange favored in the original story.

Soon, Lynn had almost finished preparing the ceremony, with only two final steps remaining.

Lynn slowly got up, walked to the bedside, looked at the sleeping Yves, and murmured to himself:
"Since you won't wake up, I'll have to take it myself."

Then, he bent down and groped Yves's body for a while, finally removing a white lace corset and placing it in the crystal box.

The last time Lynn used the black stockings that Yves gave her, they've already been used up.

Since Yves wasn't wearing stockings, this was the only thing he could do.

This is the key to the success of this ceremony.

Lynn knew very well.

Relics have a subtle connection with their original owners, so they often play a role similar to GPS in rituals.

After all, the river of time is incredibly turbulent and full of endless variables; one can easily get lost if one is not careful.

Even gods need anchor points for positioning.

Relics are the anchor points.

Furthermore, Lynn felt that the white bra was more closely associated with Yves than the previous black stockings, so the success rate might be higher.

After the relics were in place, Lynn took out the last item.

It was a blood-red candle.

Once lit, the flame seemed to emit faint cries and howls, which sounded quite eerie.

everything's ready.

"From this moment on, I am the most loyal follower of the Witch of the End, Ivy!"

This time, Lynn didn't even need the Liar to give himself a psychological suggestion, because he was already the most loyal follower of the Witch of the End, Ivy.

"A shadow of despair lingering at the end of the River of Death, an unparalleled being that hunts gods, the Witch of the End who brings destruction and shattering to the world..."

"You are the end, and the conclusion, the great will that transcends all things, the embodiment of calamity and chaos..."

"I pray to you, I pray to you fervently..."

"Please infuse your power into this ritual, please transmit your will into my mind..."

After completing the ritual, Lynn looked expectantly towards the center of the magic matrix, hoping to receive the witch's summons as she had done last time.

This time, however, the crystal box containing the sacred relic did not react, nor did the materials required for the ritual begin to tremble.

This made Lynn frown.

He remembered clearly that during the last ceremony, all kinds of magical ores and extraordinary materials shone brightly, reflecting each other in the air and weaving a magnificent sea of ​​light.

It was completely different from the scene before my eyes.

After a short wait, a crooked spatial rift appeared before Lynn's eyes, like a wound that had been forcibly torn open.

The crack exuded a chilling sense of emptiness, as if it could swallow everything around it at any moment.

Lynn could sense that the spatial rift was extremely unstable, but even so, he did not hesitate at all and reached out to touch the spatial rift, even if the final result was likely to be death, he was still resolute!
After a dizzying experience and a sense of time travel, Lynn awoke to find himself once again in the witch's pantheon.

However, compared to the grandeur of the previous Pantheon, the current Pantheon was in complete disarray, leaving Lynn in a daze.

My memory was suddenly pulled back to the moment I last stepped into the Pantheon. How magnificent the hall was back then! The statue of the Lord of billions of stars was like a humanoid phantom reflecting the endless starry sky, hidden under a wide robe. It looked mysterious and profound. An unparalleled sense of oppression came from all directions, making people unable to help but worship. It was as if the will of the entire universe was concentrated here!

But what came into view at this moment was a completely different and chilling scene.

The demon statue with its blue face and fangs was cut in half at the waist, its upper body hanging upside down from a precarious beam; the ancient dragon statue had its wings broken off, one wing falling to the ground and shattering into several pieces; the Titan statue with its mysterious vertical pupils was half-buried in the collapsed wall, its once majestic pupils shattered by a huge stone slab, leaving only dark, empty holes...

The entire Pantheon was eerily silent, and even the walls seemed to be crumbling at any moment.

Lynn stood in the center of the hall, an indescribable chill rising from the soles of his feet—what on earth had happened to cause the Pantheon to become like this?

Finally, he looked at that familiar place, where the white-haired, aloof woman he remembered seemed to have disappeared.

At that time, the Witch of the End was trapped here by countless chains of order.

She wore a tattered black gauze dress, her long white hair cascading down to her waist like a waterfall, and her bare, snow-white feet exuded a cool and noble air.

But now she's gone.

Lynn's breathing suddenly stopped, and a bad premonition arose in his heart.

A pool of blood, seemingly never to congeal, gathered on the steps, undulating slightly as if it were alive.

Lynn stumbled and rushed over, accidentally hitting his knee on the broken step, but he was completely unaware of the intense pain.

He reached out his hand, trembling, and the moment his fingertips touched the blood, a memory that did not belong to him suddenly flashed before his eyes.

Countless fragmented images flooded my mind like a tidal wave.

A planet was burning with pale white flames. It was no longer a celestial body, but had transformed into a giant blade hanging in the sky. When it descended from the sky, the entire universe seemed to be paused, leaving only that white light that could devour everything.

Lynn recognized the weapon at a glance—the Sword of Damocles, a weapon forged from a planet!
Immediately afterwards, Lynn saw the witch standing under the blade of light. Although her figure was as thin as a feather that could be blown away at any moment, she still stood up straight.

But when that power, capable of annihilating dimensions, swept in, she was completely swallowed up in the white light before she could even utter a cry.

……

Lynn knew very well that this was not a fantasy, but a scene that should have appeared in the finale, now appearing before him in all its reality.

"I see……"

Lynn muttered to himself, his voice hollow.

He recalled everything he had done to change the timeline, those self-righteous struggles, those desperate resistances, creating one miracle after another. But in the face of the world's will, which could manipulate events at will, he realized that it was nothing more than an ant trying to shake a tree.

He thought he was the one who would break the deadlock, but it turned out he was just a puppet in the script of fate, and even his stance of resistance had been written in advance.

Ironic, quite ironic.

Lynn stood there blankly, staring at the still-flowing pool of blood, the light in his pupils gradually fading, leaving only an emptiness more desolate than the ruins of the Pantheon.

Soon, everything went black before Lynn's eyes, and he fell into a coma.

When he awoke again, he found himself standing beside Yves's bed.

Slowly turning his head, Lynn looked at Yves at the bed. She was still fast asleep, her face as pale as a sheet of paper.

Seeing this scene, despair surged in Lynn's eyes like a tidal wave, especially when he recalled everything he had just experienced in the Pantheon. It was a deep-seated sense of powerlessness, as if no matter what he did, he could not stop this inevitable tragedy.

He reached out, wanting to gently touch her cheek as before, but his fingertips stopped in mid-air, trembling slightly, filled with indescribable fear and resentment.

But in the next second, the despair in his eyes vanished abruptly, replaced by an almost insane resolve.

……

Meanwhile, at the private estate of the First Princess Hillina, she sat upright in her room, holding the imperial edict of Saint Laurent VI that had just been delivered by her maid.

"He really is a good father."

Hilina's voice was emotionless, her gaze remaining fixed on the unfolded map of the mausoleum. The outline of the Heremus Mausoleum was circled three times in red, and the edges were marked with a dense array of question marks.

This was the third imperial edict in five days urging her to go to the tomb of Heremus.

Moreover, this was a death order, requiring her to completely conquer the Mausoleum of Heremus and decipher its mysterious rules within the month.

"That guy is completely unreachable; it's like he's vanished into thin air."

Hilina seemed quite irritable.

How could she not know that the Tomb of Heremus was a complete trap?
More than half a month ago, her several gravedigger teams had entered the cave for the eighteenth time, with a total of thirty-six people lost. The remaining seventy people suffered varying degrees of physical deformities after returning to the surface, and some even developed a phenomenon called 'empty shell syndrome'.

These people seemed to have their spirit and consciousness stripped from their bodies, leaving only a walking corpse-like shell.

For this, Hilina also paid a large sum of money as a resettlement fee for these people.

Originally, Yves was also very interested in the Mausoleum of Heremus, but now that she is completely unconscious, Hillina has to go alone.

"The owner of this mausoleum was a seventh-level saint or higher during his lifetime. Otherwise, it would be impossible for him to still have such a terrible impact on reality after such a long period of time."

Hilina felt a terrible headache coming on. She had no idea what to do, and even less confidence that she would be able to get out of the mausoleum alive.

At the same time, however, she was also very interested in the tomb of Heremus.

After all, there seemed to be some kind of authority within the mausoleum, but she didn't know for the time being whether that authority was complete.

After thinking for a long time, she slowly got up and looked out the window.

The sunset was painting the sky a fiery red ashes, and she tapped her fingertips lightly on the window frame, the rhythm growing faster and faster.

To be honest, she also wanted to complete this task as soon as possible so that she could get a higher royal selection score and completely surpass the second prince, Frederick.

The problem was that all her capable subordinates, even the gravedigger squad, suffered heavy losses at the Tomb of Heremus, which pained her greatly, and she dared not invest any more of her own strength into it.

Sometimes when she couldn't sleep at night, she would even have some conspiracy theories, wondering if this place was a trap set by Saint Laurent VI to weaken her power. After all, given his treatment of Ivy, it was entirely possible.

However, the more this happened, the more competitive Hilina became, and she didn't want to lose here.

Therefore, the situation suddenly became a dilemma.

Lynn, who was the most likely to rescue her from prison, was still missing. She had sent people there several times, but they couldn't get in touch with him at all. This made Hilina feel once again that she had been deceived by that kid.

The only thing that brought her some comfort was that, through her time with the hero Shia, she had grown increasingly fond of this subordinate who dared to propose to her.

Besides their regular work relationship, the two often go for walks or go on dates in private.

For example, taking a walk under the shade of trees in the manor, or discussing the tomb of Heremus together in the study late at night.

However, Hillina always maintained the reserve of a princess, keeping the development of their relationship at a delicate level, only reaching the point of physical contact, and they didn't even hold hands much.

This made Sia quite dissatisfied, but he didn't show it.

The only thing that disappointed Hilina was that Sia was of little help in fulfilling her father Saint Laurent VI's request to thoroughly conquer the Mausoleum of Heremus and unravel its mysterious rules within the month.

"No man can be relied on at all."

Lynn's image flashed through her mind, and a hint of displeasure crossed Hilina's face. She then sat back down at her desk and carefully reviewed the relevant information about the Heremus Mausoleum.

Just as Hilina was staring at the map of the mausoleum, wondering how to break the deadlock, the maid's light footsteps sounded again, but this time they were much more hurried, as if something very urgent had happened.

(End of this chapter)