Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 93: I’ll Kill You

By the time they left the circus, it was already evening.

The setting sun dipped below the horizon, and the darkening sky was dotted with scattered stars, a sight that instinctively invited one to pause and admire.

Lynn followed behind Yveste, her breathtaking silhouette framed by the fading light. He sighed inwardly.

Though he had tried to please Yveste according to the Witch’s advice, by this point, his confidence had all but vanished.

After all, throughout the day, he had essentially been treated like a servant, running errands and catering to her whims.

Her expression, meanwhile, had remained consistently indifferent, as though nothing could pique her interest.

While this wasn’t unusual for her, Lynn’s sharp intuition still caught a subtle shift in her emotions.

It was as if, for a fleeting moment, she overlapped with the Witch from ten millennia in the future—one who had longed only for death.

But Lynn quickly dismissed the thought, chalking it up to her simply being in a bad mood for some reason.

After all, the present-day Yveste hadn’t yet endured the despair that future Witch had experienced. How could she possibly exude such a cold and nihilistic aura?

Lynn remained silent as he trailed behind her.

Just then, a small figure darted out from the side of the road.

“Big brother, would you like to buy a bouquet for the lady?”

“I don’t... Actually, sure.”

Seeing the thin, frail little girl, Lynn’s heart softened.

He pulled out all the loose copper coins in his pocket—a small handful—and placed them into the girl’s pouch. He then picked out a small bouquet of white flowers from her basket.

“Thank you, big brother!”

The little girl dashed off to her next customer, leaving Lynn shaking his head.

“Your Highness, a beautiful flower for a beautiful lady,” he said, walking up to Yveste and holding out the bouquet.

Yveste frowned as she looked at the small white flowers, their simple purity and resilience stark against her gaze.

“Hideous. Go exchange them for roses.”

Fair enough.

With Yveste’s bold and arrogant personality, how could she possibly appreciate such a modest and understated bouquet?

Roses—opulent and commanding—were the only flowers that suited her.

The problem was, roses required delicate cultivation and an ideal environment. How could a little girl possibly have grown them?

Yet, faced with Yveste’s firm and uncompromising expression, Lynn could only sigh.

“Please wait here for a moment.”

Turning away, he hurried in the direction the flower-selling girl had disappeared.

The street, however, was packed with pedestrians.

Even as he retraced the path from memory, Lynn found no trace of the girl—or even a single flower shop.

Ten minutes later, he returned to where he had left Yveste, dejected and empty-handed.

And froze in place.

The spot where Lynn had told Yveste to wait was now entirely void of her cold and elegant silhouette in the black dress.

I knew it.

Lynn’s face darkened.

That woman never followed conventional rules, so how could he have expected her to obediently wait for him by the roadside?

Especially considering he was her subordinate. For a request like this, it was no surprise that she wouldn’t take it seriously.

What now?

Lynn furrowed his brow in frustration, trying to figure out his next move.

“Are you looking for a lady wearing a black mask?”

Just as his anxiety reached a peak, a melodious voice, as clear and sweet as a nightingale’s song, rang out beside him.

The voice’s owner sounded young, carefree, and innocent like a girl.

“Yes! If you know where she went, please tell me!” Lynn’s eyes lit up as he turned toward the source of the voice.

What greeted him was a woman wearing a wide-brimmed white hat.

The hat’s low brim and the delicate veil draped over it obscured her face and age, yet even so, Lynn was struck by her beauty at first glance.

She was... enormous.

Even though Yveste’s figure was already exceptional for someone her age, she would be utterly overshadowed by this lady.

Despite her conservative attire, she exuded an air of mature elegance. Her voluptuous figure seemed on the verge of bursting through the fabric of her clothing, radiating a sweet, alluring charm.

However, the youthful, girlish clarity of her voice made Lynn second-guess his initial impression.

In summary, she was a stunning woman of indeterminate age.

Upon hearing Lynn’s request, the lady in the white hat nodded gently and raised a hand to point in a particular direction.

“Yv... That lady went that way,” she said, her voice as soothing as a spring breeze. “If you want to catch up to her, you’d best hurry.”

“After all, no girl likes to be kept waiting,” she added, her tone carrying an enigmatic hint.

Lynn nodded, feeling a wave of relief. “Thank you for pointing me in the right direction!”

With that, he sprinted off in the direction she had indicated.

But just a few seconds later, something seemed to occur to him, and he ran back to the white-hatted lady.

“Beautiful lady, this bouquet is for you. It suits you perfectly.”

Without waiting for her response, Lynn placed the flowers into her arms and dashed off once more.

The lady seemed momentarily stunned, staring blankly at the flowers in her hands.

Then, from the shadows nearby, a cold, murderous voice of a woman cut through the air.

“Madam, shall I dispose of him?”

As a guard placed at her side by the Second Prince, Felit, failing to cut down that insolent brat on the spot before he offered her flowers was already an unforgivable dereliction of duty.

He had no idea who he had just addressed—a being of such noble status.

“Don’t be so quick to shout about killing, Little Aisha,” the white-hatted lady admonished lightly as she came back to her senses. She leaned closer to the bouquet, taking a gentle sniff. “How fragrant.”

“But really, I’m already a mother of two, and yet someone just called me ‘beautiful lady.’”

“What an amusing little fellow.”

The lady chuckled softly to herself, lightly brushing her cheek as she mused aloud.

When Lynn finally located Yveste, she was sitting on a bench beneath a streetlamp.

For some reason, she had taken off her mask, setting it aside to reveal her fair and delicate face, her gaze fixed pensively on the sky.

Due to the cursed sigil on her face, what should have been a bustling street was eerily empty—likely cleared by frightened onlookers.

Not wanting to disturb her quiet moment, Lynn walked over cautiously, intending to sit beside her.

But the moment he lowered himself onto the bench, her cold voice broke the silence.

“Who gave you permission to sit? Kneel in front of me.”

You’ve got to be kidding me.

Lynn cursed internally but rose reluctantly, shuffling a meter in front of her before dropping to one knee.

A man’s knees are worth their weight in gold, so kneeling on one knee doesn’t count.

“Thud.”

“Thud.”

With two soft sounds, the crystal heels on Yveste’s feet slipped off and fell to the ground.

Before Lynn could react, her pale, delicate feet rested in his lap, the smooth, cool touch instantly catching his attention.

He instinctively looked down and noticed faint red marks on her otherwise flawless ankles.

It seemed the crystal heels didn’t fit properly.

No wonder she had been in a foul mood all day.

“Five minutes.”

Yveste’s voice broke the stillness as she continued to gaze at the stars.

“What?” Lynn asked reflexively.

“You took a full five minutes to find this Princess. As a dog, that’s a serious failure of duty,” she replied, her tone inscrutable.

Lynn, cradling her pale, jade-like feet in his hands, lowered his head and said, “I’m sorry... but Your Highness doesn’t need to worry about getting lost. After all, Orne City isn’t that big. Even if I couldn’t find you, there are plenty of people at the estate who could—”

“It doesn’t matter whether they can find me or not,” Yveste said calmly. “But if you can’t find me, I’ll kill you.”

“...Understood, Your Highness.”

Women are unreasonable when they’re in a bad mood—better to just go along with it, Lynn thought with a sigh.

“And next time, if you’re this late again, I’ll still kill you.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

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