Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

Accompanied by an unbearable sense of irritation, Ivyst's expression grew gradually colder.

The temperature around her dropped slowly.

"Three hundred thousand, to let me meet with him."

On the other hand, Felit seemed oblivious to the change in Ivyst at the moment, still calmly raising the stakes.

"Felit," Ivyst finally spoke, "if you bring this up again, I will kill you."

Her gaze was cold and sharp, like a knife fixed on the silver-haired youth.

Hearing these words, a hint of surprise flickered through the eyes of the Second Prince, Felit. Find more chapters on empire

Then his lips slowly curled up: "This is getting more interesting, Ivyst."

"It seems that this guy holds a rather unusual position in your heart?"

"I believe it's the first time I've seen you show such an expression for someone, dear little sister."

"It's just mysophobia," a flicker of astonishment crossed Ivyst's eyes, but she quickly masked it, "No one else is allowed to take my things. Even if it's just touching them, I will chop off their hands."

"You are no exception, Felit."

The atmosphere instantly became tense and hostile.

Seeing this, Felit shook his head: "To tell the truth, I'm actually doing this for your own good."

"Based on my understanding of you, this guy is most likely someone you've forced to stay by your side," he appeared unscared by Ivyst's threats, "But how can such a person truly submit from the heart because of violence?"

"Even if you can force him to serve you for now, there will come a day when he will use all means to leave you."

"When that time comes, and the tables are turned, with you being the one who chases, I wonder what kind of interesting expression you'll show then?"

"Will you cover your face and cry non-stop, just like when you were bullied by us as a child?"

"You needn't worry about it," Ivyst seemed to have not taken his words to heart, her demeanor cool, "If such a day really comes, facing such a disobedient bad dog, I would strangle him to death myself."

Felit shook his head: "I take back what I said just now."

"Ivyst, it seems that you have not made any progress," he stared into her red eyes, "Someone with a twisted personality like yours is not qualified to be a king."

"It's not you who is remarkable, but him."

"Yes, it's not me who is remarkable, it's him," Ivyst said indifferently, "That's why, as long as I have him, that's enough."

After hearing this, Felit paused for a few seconds, then let out a mocking laugh.

"Aren't you at all curious why I suddenly want to take him away from you?"

Hearing this, Ivyst's brows slowly furrowed.

At this moment, the Second Prince, who had been so nonchalant before, suddenly changed his expression.

From him, Ivyst vaguely sensed an intangible malice.

"Perhaps it's the months you've spent away from the Imperial Capital, in this place, you've become so complacent that you've forgotten all the deceit that once surrounded us," Felit's voice suddenly grew cold, "Or perhaps, with capable subordinates and the support of an elector, you've become so arrogant that you've lost sight of reality."

"Actually, since the moment you declared war on me in all seriousness, I've felt like laughing."

"Oh Ivyst, poor Ivyst," Felit's eyes flashed with a wicked gleam, "From the day of your birth, everyone had prophesied about you, the 'Evil Princess'."

"You are a person with no future."

"Even now that you seem to have the means and capability to catch up with us, that statement still holds true."

"After all... you should not have forgotten why Father didn't strangle you, this disaster of a star, in the crib the day you were born, right?"

Hearing this, Ivyst seemed to be reminded of some unpleasant memories.

A pang of pain flashed in her eyes as she instinctively looked away, silently turning to gaze out the window.

After a long silence, she said faintly: "Of course I haven't forgotten."

"I am... a 'tool'."

"A 'tool' that has struggled to survive to eliminate the crises lurking in the dark for the Empire."

On the day of her birth, all the newborns in the Imperial Capital, regardless of their social status, died in one night.

And the Cardinal of the Heavenly Principle Church even prophesied that she carried a curse, a being loathed by the gods, who would bring endless destruction and calamity to the world.

Under such conditions, Saint Laurent VI still defied all objections, allowing her to live and grow up.

Some might marvel at such deep father-daughter affection.

But only those princes and princesses who live within the Royal Family understand that in that cold and heartless palace, affection is the least likely thing to exist.

The only reason why Saint Laurent VI allowed Ivyst to live was simple.

The benefits she could bring were far greater than the resistance from the common people and the upper class.

"Very well," Felit said coldly, "since this is the case, as a 'tool', stop dreaming those meaningless daydreams."

"I'm not trying to hit you; I'm stating a fact."

"Not only me, but even the nobles of the Imperial Capital, the church, and those old things in the Elder Council think so."

"It's precisely because of this that I want to take the boy from you."

"Rather than waste one's life following someone doomed to have no future, and even end up dead without a whole corpse, it would be better to choose another wise ruler, who is destined to leave his mark in the history of the Saint Laurent Empire."

Upon hearing these words, Ivyst was just about to explode when Felit raised his hand to stop her.

"Besides, I think what you should be more worried about right now is not the matter of Lynn Bartleion." He revealed a cold smile. "After all, even you will soon be in a predicament, and you still have the leisure to concern yourself with others?"

Ivyst was stunned for a few seconds upon hearing this.

Then, as if suddenly thinking of something, a look of disbelief crept into her eyes.

Seeing her like this, Felit slowly rose from the sofa and put his hand in his pocket. "You are not wrong."

"This time, my visit to Orn City, my main target is actually you."

With these words, he slowly placed another letter, sealed with fire lacquer, on Ivyst's desk.

"After learning that you had failed to reclaim the Sealed Object of the Creation Sect, our dear father flew into a rage in front of everyone, far away in the Imperial Capital."

Looking at the letter, Ivyst's face gradually turned pale for some reason.

"A mere 'tool,' always acting capriciously. If it had been any other time, Father would have tolerated you to some extent."

"But guess what would happen if one day, you even neglect the duties you are supposed to fulfill because of this caprice? Would Father turn a blind eye to all that?"

Ivyst didn't respond to Felit's words.

She stared blankly at the letter on the desk, her fingertips trembling as she picked it up.

Looking at the familiar writing, as well as the reproof and anger filling the lines, Ivyst's expression was wooden.

Who knows what content the letter held that could make her, the Princess, gradually lose all color from her face.

The atmosphere fell silent once more.

This time, however, it seemed somewhat oppressive.

After a long silence, Ivyst put down the letter in her hand and spoke with her head lowered, "What if... I refuse this mission?"

"You will be stripped of your title as Third Imperial Princess and reduced to an ordinary noble." Felit squinted his eyes and emotionlessly conveyed the orders of Saint Laurent VI. "Of course, without this status, you would be expelled from the Holy Oak Organization, no longer possessing the right to compete in the King's election."

Felit spoke indifferently.

"Personally, I would advise you to refuse."

For him, Ivyst had never been within the range of people who could pique his interest; he had never felt her presence would pose an obstacle on his path to the King's election.

A smart person would certainly refuse the order of Saint Laurent VI for their own safety.

But for Ivyst, that was something she couldn't do.

Because her goal had always been that throne.

Even though everyone was against it, her determination had never changed.

"I accept."

After what felt like an eternity, Ivyst spoke softly.

But since she kept her head down, Felit couldn't see her expression at that moment.

"Is this really a good idea?" Hearing Ivyst's reply, he didn't seem surprised, "This isn't the first time you've fulfilled the duty of a 'tool,' and you should be more aware of the risks than anyone else."

"I remember after resolving the danger of that level 1 Sealed Object last time, you laid comatose in bed for a whole five months."

"Everyone thought you would never wake up, and yet, you still gave us a 'surprise.'"

"But what about this time? How long will you lay comatose? Will you have the same luck as before?"

"Or perhaps, even if you awaken from endless pain and torment, you will no longer be able to control the curse, becoming some kind of feared evil existence?"

"..."

Ivyst did not respond, only gripping the envelope tightly in her hand.

Right now, she was exerting all her strength just to maintain her current state, completely unable to answer Felit's questions.

The usually majestic Third Imperial Princess was nowhere to be seen.

In her place was a soul filled with pain and helplessness.

Perhaps, no one outside the Royal Family had ever seen such a struggling and desperate side of her.

Seeing her like this, Felit felt he had conveyed enough and was ready to leave.

In his view, Ivyst never had a chance.

If one were to blame, it would be Lynn, for giving her hope that never existed.

In the end, she had fallen into the abyss once again.

Such behavior was indeed cruel.

"Think it over again." Felit said without turning back, "The Bartleion boy is interesting, and the Imperial Capital is truly his stage; there's no need to take such an inexplicable risk with you."