Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

Just as Lynn had thought.

For a woman as powerfully unparalleled as Ivyst, she had never bowed her head to any man in her life.

Moreover, Lynn right now was still an ordinary person who didn't even possess any Extraordinary Abilities.

To speak such words, one must either be out of one's mind or a pure lunatic.

Clearly, Lynn at this moment was the latter.

Therefore, it was impossible for Ivyst to agree to such a request.

She was so angry she laughed.

"When did you start deluding yourself into thinking I would compromise my dignity for a dog I've raised?" Ivyst looked at him with the eyes one would use for an idiot, her tone icy, "If you so wish to die, then suit yourself."

Saying this, she turned around, sat back down on the velvet chair by the window, and picked up her tall goblet again.

How could a woman like her, with hands stained with countless blood, have any emotional fluctuations over someone else's death?

The hesitation before was simply because she did not want to let such a talented person die in vain.

But now he was clearly seeking death himself, so she couldn't be blamed.

Thinking this, Ivyst took a sip of the wine in her glass.

Seeing her like this, Lynn shook his head.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

It wasn't enough.

Merely this wasn't sufficient to significantly increase the deviation of the plot, nor could it impact the future Doomsday Witch.

And if he missed this opportunity, who knows when he'd find another like it.

Lynn was not willing to wait another day.

He wanted to become a Transcendent as soon as possible, to possess the power needed to protect himself.

"How about a wager?"

Lynn suddenly spoke.

At that moment, the excessive cold had turned his lips faintly purple, and the cognitive alteration brought by the Lie Swallowing left him numb all over.

Yet his eyes were remarkably clear.

Upon hearing this, Ivyst did not respond, but the hand holding her glass paused slightly.

Clearly, she was not as indifferent as she appeared on the surface.

If she truly didn't care, she would probably have already frozen him into an ice sculpture, and then tossed him to God knows where.

"I bet you won't really remain indifferent," Lynn looked at her, "When you take the antidote and give it to me to drink, I will have won the bet."

"Save your daydreams for after you're dead."

Ivyst said indifferently.

Lynn raised his eyebrows: "Are you sure?"

"Heh."

A cold smirk formed on Ivyst's lips.

As the Third Imperial Princess of the Saint Laurent Empire, she felt her temper was exceptionally good tonight.

Good enough that she had endured this man's repeated insolence thrice, and yet had not laid a hand on him to end his life.

If it were Rhein, by now, he'd probably be dismembered into countless pieces.

However, it was also time for this to end.

Ivyst thought indifferently.

It was absolutely impossible for her to take the action Lynn had just mentioned.

Not even the slightest possibility.

Thinking this, her peripheral vision suddenly caught a movement from Lynn, not far away.

Ivyst instinctively looked up.

She saw that somehow, he had used the last of his strength to raise the antidote high.

Feeling Ivyst's gaze, Lynn grinned, showing his white teeth.

Then, with the swiftness of lightning, he hurled the test tube hard onto the ground!

"Whoosh—"

Along with the sound of the air being pierced, the test tube containing the blue liquid suspended dangerously close, but not touching the ground.

Had it been just a second slower, the antidote would have shattered and trickled away.

Once it came into contact with oxygen, the antidote would rapidly lose its potency.

Therefore, in the eyes of others, Lynn's action was undoubtedly gambling with his own life.

He gambled on an extremely slim chance.

However, fortunately, he succeeded.

At this moment, a delicate circle of blood-colored thorns tightly surrounded the test tube, preventing it from being shattered.

Seeing this, Lynn laughed heartily, "I won!"

"Who would have thought, you really don't want me to die, huh? Or is it..."

Just as Lynn was about to utter some mocking words to disgust Ivyst, he suddenly saw a streak of red light flash before his eyes.

Accompanied by a strong impact, he blacked out and collapsed to the ground.

Ivyst, standing up from her chair at some distance, had a cold annoyance in her eyes.

After knocking Lynn unconscious, she then returned her gaze to her own slender, fair hands.

Just now... she had moved subconsciously.

She didn't know why she had saved that vial of medicine.

She really shouldn't have gone to such lengths for a subordinate who knew no respect.

Really...

Although Ivyst's heart was filled with chaotic emotions, remembering that he was still in a poisoned state, she reached out and took the antidote.

She then manipulated the thorns to feed him the blue liquid from the test tube.

After doing all this, Ivyst no longer wished to see his face, which retained a hint of smugness, and carelessly tossed him aside.

Yet, the question kept echoing in her mind.

Why did she save him?

Ivyst couldn't understand.

She lifted her hand, looking at the ring on her ring finger, lost in thought for a moment.

"I have fallen in love with Lynn Bartleion."

The ring instantly emitted a red light.

This meant it was a lie.

Ivyst snorted coldly, not taking it seriously.

She had never experienced what love felt like to this day.

Perhaps it was something that didn't exist at all, so it was just a casual question—after all, she was alone here.

Then, Ivyst continued, "I don't want him to die, merely because I want to use his power to win the King's election."

Under Ivyst's watch, the ring remained unchanged.

Heh, as expected.

She silently thought to herself.

It was just because she valued his abilities that she wanted to take advantage of them.

It was as simple as that.

But as this thought surfaced, the ring, as if delayed, suddenly trembled and flickered.

The expression on Ivyst's face froze.

How could that be?

A trace of confusion appeared in her eyes.

After a few seconds of thought, Ivyst spoke again: "I don't want him to die, not just to use his power for the King's election, but also because he is my 'dog.'"

The ring trembled and flickered red just as before.

Now, she fell completely silent.

The slight flickering of the red light meant that the last statement was partly true, partly false.

For a moment, Ivyst was caught in an unprecedented dilemma.

At times her gaze was clear, at times slightly dazed, at times her expression cold, at times she clenched her teeth with rage.

After a long while, Ivyst took a deep breath.

"I don't want him to die because he is the first person who said I was beautiful, so in my heart, he is more important than anyone else."

After saying these words, she frowned and looked at the ring.

This time, the ring seemed to have malfunctioned; it was dull and did not change at all.

Ivyst's expression suddenly took on an interesting cast.

"What a joke?!"

She ripped the ring off her ring finger and threw it hard into the corner.