Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

Although it was said to be less than two weeks, in reality, there were only ten days left.

The entire Augusta Manor was immersed in anxiety and busyness, and during this time, the days flew by rapidly.

In the blink of an eye, the final deadline had arrived.

Looking at the various documents sprawled across her desk, Glaya, with dark circles under her eyes, slowly put down her pen.

In these ten days, in order to help the Princess gather the required 576 King's election points, she had racked her brain and hardly slept.

At the same time, Glaya had finally come to personally understand just how outrageous the tasks Lynn had accomplished before were.

Less than a month.

Perhaps only a little over half a month had passed, yet she had managed to gather a full three thousand points from the Holy Oak Organization!

Throughout the entire history of the Saint Laurent Empire, there had been very few who could do what he did.

Compared to Lynn, Glaya suddenly felt her own weakness.

The biggest problem lying ahead was that the Holy Oak Organization's scoring system had never been disclosed to the public.

What actions could increase the King's election score, which could lead to deductions, and how the weights were assigned, no one knew.

Therefore, every Prince and Princess basically had an intelligence organization in their hands, helping them gather information on how to accumulate points, groping in the dark to figure out a set of patterns.

However, those were confidential matters, not to be shared with outsiders.

Ivyst naturally did not have such an intelligence network.

After all, not long ago, her score was still negative three thousand. If she really knew any inside information, she wouldn't be in such an outrageous position.

At present, the only thing Augusta Manor could do was to achieve some political feats or projects in Ivyst's name as much as possible.

Although they didn't know how many points this could add, if they did nothing at all, it would be tantamount to completely bowing out of the King's election.

Now, with the Princess still unwilling to pay attention to anyone, they had no choice but to do their utmost, to handle whatever they were capable of in the current situation.

For example, in these ten days, Glaya made her family go through a major financial bleeding.

Due to the previous level 0 Sealed Object uprising incident, most areas of Orn City were reduced to ruins, with severe casualties, and were now still in a phase of disaster recovery.

But if they wanted to rebuild, funds were an unavoidable aspect.

The rich and the nobles naturally didn't need to worry. Even with the protection of Sealed Objects and the church, most of their possessions remained intact in this disaster, and few perished.

But for the poor, this was undoubtedly a disaster.

Right now, there were roughly two hundred thousand homeless disaster victims wandering around the city for various reasons.

Not to mention other issues, just the problem of food was a big trouble.

Once people became desperately hungry, those dark and filthy thoughts and desires would also start to swell.

In just these ten days, according to information from the city council, the number of robbery and murder cases had surged by hundreds of times compared to before!

The entire city, except for the affluent areas where nobles and the wealthy lived, had gradually turned into chaos-infested lawless zones.

Even the Security Bureau's police force was far from sufficient, and even when they encountered a case, they would choose to turn a blind eye.

It was in such a desperate and oppressive environment that the nobles sat high above, as if watching monkeys, enjoying the ugly states of these lowly citizens.

Privately, however, they were hoarding the city's resources, driving up the prices of food and other necessities, and making the most contemptibly filthy money.

However, Augusta Manor did not take this opportunity to make a fortune; unexpectedly, they chose to be generous.

They paid a huge price to buy food from merchants and nobles, then let it flow back into the market at extremely low prices, even distributing relief food for free to the homeless disaster victims in the name of the Third Imperial Princess.

This was the only method Glaya could think of.

The order of the whole city had disappeared.

She could only do what was within her power.

No matter what, Glaya was very clear.

Compared to the amazing feats Lynn had accomplished before, these were completely insignificant.

They were simply not worth mentioning when it came to the gaping hole of the 576 points.

Thinking this way, the unbearable anxiety surfaced once more.

After you left, nothing has gone right.

Glaya covered her forehead and let out a quiet sigh.

It was then that the door was pushed open.

Morris stepped in quickly, his face also showing extreme fatigue, indicating that he, too, had been busily running around for the Princess these past few days.

"Have you seen the Duke lately?"

Glaya, seeing his figure, asked with a hint of hope.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

Obviously, at this moment, only Duke Tierus was their hope for turning around the adverse situation.

Morris's footsteps paused, and a hint of helplessness flashed in his eyes, "No."

"Since he left here ten days ago, he hasn't come to visit the Princess again; it's as if he's evaporated from the world."

"There's the occasional negative news coming from among the commoners, saying that he facilitated the 'New Food Act' and has made a fortune from it, preparing to flee."

"What exactly does the Duke intend to do?" Glaya pinched the bridge of her nose. "Is he planning to sever the alliance with the Princess?"

After finishing this sentence, the room fell into silence.

They both knew very well. Explore stories on empire

If it were anyone else, faced with the Princess losing her will to fight entirely, and their true angel investor "Lynn Bartleion" dead, they would have probably taken off long ago.