Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 150: Turns Out, Your Brother Is Still Cuter

When the word "sister-in-law" slipped out of Eleanor’s mouth, an extended silence immediately enveloped the surroundings.

The subordinates standing behind Her Highness the Princess widened their eyes, their mouths gaping as if they could swallow an egg whole.

It was as though they had just heard the most absurd thing imaginable.

You're throwing your brother under the bus!

Closest to her, Greya glanced at Eleanor with astonishment, then looked over at Lynn in the distance. A trace of pity appeared in her eyes.

What... what just happened?

Noticing their reactions, Eleanor couldn’t help but feel a tightness in her chest. The suffocating killing intent from earlier had clearly vanished, hadn’t it?

Did I say something wrong again?

For a moment, the young girl was caught in a dilemma, doubting her very existence.

Fortunately, the next second, she felt a pair of cool, soft hands wrap around her wrist. She was then gently pulled into a warm embrace, her nose instantly filled with a faint rose fragrance.

Feeling the Princess's gentle and warm arms around her, Eleanor was briefly stunned.

“You really do look quite similar,” Yveste said, holding Eleanor’s small face in her hands and stroking it gently. “But, turns out, your brother is still cuter.”

Hearing this, Eleanor didn’t get upset or annoyed. Instead, she was a little confused by the situation and instinctively replied, “Yes, my brother is the best.”

“Hmm...”

Yveste’s lips curved into a faint smile, and she nodded in agreement.

The siblings looked so alike that it gave her an odd sense of déjà vu, as if she were pinching a female version of Lynn.

The atmosphere turned a little strange.

Fortunately, the commanding voice of Saint Roland VI soon boomed across the Council Hall from afar.

“Lynn Bartleon, do you know your crimes?”

The powerful voice made Eleanor’s body tremble slightly. She quickly realized her brother was still in danger.

Today’s mess was ultimately because of her. If he hadn’t been trying to defend her, her brother might not have killed so many people.

For a moment, a trace of fear flickered in Eleanor’s eyes. She instinctively looked up at Yveste, who was still holding her.

“Si-sister-in-law, do you think my brother will...”

Was it just her imagination?

When Yveste heard the word “sister-in-law,” her body seemed to tremble slightly, and a faint blush appeared on her cheeks.

Before Eleanor could figure out what was going on, she heard a few coughing sounds coming from behind the Princess.

She glanced over and saw a group of young men—Yveste’s subordinates—clenching their fists and pressing them against their mouths, their expressions peculiar as though they were trying to stifle laughter.

Yveste pinched Eleanor’s little nose lightly and reassured her. “Don’t worry. Your brother is very capable.”

Everything unfolding was within their expectations, so Yveste appeared perfectly composed.

...

Up on the dais, the Emperor’s voice resounded again.

Lynn stood silent for a moment before shaking his head.

Saint Roland VI, wearing his crown and holding his holy staff, stood bathed in a golden glow. He exuded a solemn and majestic aura.

But having read the original story, Lynn knew the truth.

The Emperor standing before them... was most likely a double.

The real one was probably still near the Saint Spirit Tree, a closely guarded secret that even the princes and princesses didn’t know about.

Still, the appearance had to be maintained.

Lynn knelt on one knee and solemnly replied, “Your Majesty, I know not what crimes I’ve committed.”

“Hmph.”

Saint Roland VI let out a cold snort, then shifted his gaze to Marquis Mosgra and the sobbing Eunice in his arms.

“Lord Fred, explain this to me.”

Contrary to expectations, the Emperor didn’t show the anticipated fury.

Or perhaps, in his eyes, Lynn was too insignificant to warrant such wrath.

Hearing the Emperor’s cue, Marquis Mosgra instantly donned the persona of an old veteran actor.

The sharp hawk-like gaze he’d been directing at Lynn moments ago dulled and softened. His entire demeanor shifted, now resembling a frail old man nearing the end of his days.

Unexpectedly, the anticipated aggression didn’t appear.

Instead, holding his weeping granddaughter, the Marquis remained silent for a moment before sighing softly.

“Your Majesty, ultimately, today’s matter is my fault,” the old man said humbly, clad in his military uniform. “Had I not spoiled and indulged this granddaughter of mine, she would never have done something so foolish.”

As his words fell, silence blanketed the hall.

Everyone looked at Marquis Mosgra with astonishment, unsure why he would step back and yield to the boy in front of the Emperor.

Even Lynn glanced at him, a contemplative look flashing in his eyes.

Saint Roland VI furrowed his brows, appearing puzzled. “Lord Fred, we are discussing Lynn’s crimes here. What does this have to do with you?”

The Marquis shook his head. “Your Majesty, I already understand the details of the incident.

“Knowing Eunice as I do, she likely had good intentions that led to poor results. While she may have meant to help an allied family, she indeed acted beyond her station by dispatching servants to the Bartleon family.”

He sighed again. “And as for the son of my old friend, who has just returned from the frontier after enduring much hardship, it’s understandable that he harbors some grievances. It’s only natural he’d wish to vent his frustrations. I can empathize.”

“Therefore, regarding what transpired at the Royal Extraordinary Academy today, the Mosgra family will not pursue the matter.”

With that, the Marquis bowed deeply.

Saint Roland VI’s gaze flickered with a subtle glint.

At this point, many in the room began to understand the old man’s intentions.

Thanks to Eunice’s embellished recounting, they had a rough idea of what had occurred.

In essence, the Mosgra family was at fault.

Dispatching servants to another noble family, at best, could be seen as bullying; at worst, it’s an outright infringement on noble rights.

Even though the Bartleon family had fallen on hard times, if this matter were brought to court and a sealed artifact were used to uncover the truth, Eunice would undoubtedly be implicated.

Furthermore, while Lynn did commit murder, he was calculated in his actions.

The ones he killed were exclusively the servants dispatched to their family. For nobles, the deaths of such individuals—whether a hundred or a thousand—are inconsequential.

Marquis Mosgra was well aware that using this matter to bring Lynn down was impossible.

Especially since the boy now enjoyed the protection of the Third Princess. That woman had just returned from the frontier, decorated with honors, and no one with any sense would dare provoke her.

Thus, Marquis Mosgra opted to retreat, defusing the situation.

Not only that, but he shamelessly twisted Eunice’s blatantly thuggish behavior into a narrative of “good intentions gone wrong.”

For a moment, the onlookers found themselves with mixed thoughts, quietly admiring the old man’s maneuvering skills.

Yet, those familiar with the Mosgra family’s notoriously vengeful nature knew this wouldn’t end so easily.

If one reason wasn’t enough to threaten Lynn, they’d simply pivot to a more damaging accusation.

And sure enough—

The next second, Marquis Mosgra, who had been hunched over, suddenly straightened his spine. The cloudy, dull gaze from earlier sharpened instantly, exuding a keen edge.

“However, since His Majesty seeks to discuss the crimes of this son of my old friend, this decrepit old man also has a few things to say.”