Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 41: Mission Accomplished!

Yveste was livid.  

As the Third Princess of the Saint Roland Empire, it had been ages since she’d last felt threatened.  

Despite being the least favored among her siblings, her innate power meant she rarely encountered such audacity.  

More often than not, people cowered in fear before her.  

But today, a foolish insect from the Divine Order Church had dared to make veiled threats against her.  

The Divine Order Church—one of the Empire’s three major churches—had grown increasingly domineering in recent years, even outpacing the Churches of Silence and Abundance in some respects.  

Their internal Star Knights now rivaled the Royal Guard in size, and their top-tier Extraordinaries were equally formidable.  

Among them were six fifth-rank legends, including the newly ascended heiress of the Snowhawk family.  

Rumors suggested that the church even had a sixth-rank demigod—a former archbishop kept alive in a coffin through various means, ready to awaken only in times of existential crisis.  

Their arsenal of sealed artifacts was equally terrifying, boasting at least four registered Grade-0 items, not to mention the unrecorded ones.  

Even setting aside their military might, the Divine Order Church was unmatched in sheer number of followers, making it the largest faith in the Saint Roland Empire.  

In Orne City alone, a quarter of the city’s 800,000 residents were adherents.  

No wonder they’d grown so arrogant.  

But to Yveste, their hubris was intolerable. For them to treat royalty with such disdain?  

She recalled the demands made by their envoy and scoffed.  

The matter, unsurprisingly, revolved around Duke Tyrius.  

As governor of the southern province, Tyrius had grown increasingly frustrated with the unchecked power of the churches in the region.  

The Empire’s hold on the south was tenuous at best. Bordering both the frontiers and the demon battlefields, the area had become a hotbed of conflict, with cities teetering on lawlessness.  

In such harsh conditions, the common folk clung desperately to faith for solace.  

This fertile ground allowed the churches to grow like unchecked weeds, with the Divine Order Church leading the charge.  

Their influence was so pervasive that even local government bodies, like the city council and the security bureau, were either complicit or powerless to act.  

It was laughable.  

The royal family hadn’t received taxes from these border cities in years—a staggering amount of unpaid dues.  

The churches, of course, offered “tax relief policies” as a cover.  

But rather than improving the lives of the people, these taxes were funneled into donations far exceeding the original sums.  

Duke Tyrius had come to Orne City to address these issues, primarily to collect taxes.  

Nothing but taxes.  

And yet, the churches had grown restless upon his arrival.  

The Divine Order Church had sent an envoy to Yveste, hoping to use her as leverage against the Duke.  

Their proposal was laughable. They wanted her to create chaos, delaying the tax investigation to give them time to transfer their wealth.  

In return, they would “generously” contribute 50,000 gold coins to her Succession Ceremony campaign.  

Fifty thousand gold coins? That’s all they think I’m worth?  

Yveste felt insulted.  

Besides, everyone knew her trip to Orne City was meant to forge an alliance with Duke Tyrius.  

Such a ludicrous proposal could only come from fools or saboteurs.  

Yveste had been on the verge of killing the envoy then and there.  

It was entirely within her nature.  

But a part of her hesitated.  

Could the Divine Order Church truly be so foolish? Or had they sent this man specifically to provoke her into an impulsive act, creating a martyr for their cause?  

Suppressing her murderous intent, Yveste had let the man leave unharmed—for now.  

That didn’t solve her real problem, though. The 300 refugees stranded outside the city gates were a thorn in her side.  

This was likely a trap set by the church and the city council, and she had no choice but to play along.  

She couldn’t simply dismiss the matter; it was a question of public welfare.  

The situation left her increasingly frustrated.  

She wondered if that man—Lynn—had any solutions.  

Her reliance on him felt uncharacteristically desperate. Resolving this required more than wit or guile; it was a matter of policy and logistics.  

Frankly, she had already prepared for failure.  

The three-day timeframe she’d given was unrealistic. Even processing 50 people a day would take a week.  

If Lynn returned seeking an extension, she would grant it—but not without putting him in his place.  

She’d planned to use the opportunity to temper his pride.  

Sipping her tea with a frosty expression, Yveste glanced up as Lynn entered the room in a stealthy, almost guilty manner.  

His presence inexplicably improved her mood, though she couldn’t fathom why.  

“What is it?” she asked sternly, her gaze sharp.  

Lynn didn’t answer immediately.  

Instead, he knelt on one knee, holding a stack of documents in both hands.  

“Your Highness, these are the Extraordinary Contracts signed by the refugees outside the city,” Lynn announced solemnly. “A total of 312 people, with 311 signatories. One resistant criminal was dealt with on the spot. The rest are here. Mission accomplished!”  

His voice was firm, echoing through the room and beyond, loud enough to stop passing maids in their tracks.  

Yveste stared at him, momentarily stunned.  

“What… what did you say?”  

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