Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!
Chapter 423 - 249 Proposal (14,000)_8

Chapter 423: Chapter 249 Proposal (14,000)_8

"Did you hear that?" Her lips curled into a stunning smile, yet in this moment it looked so desolate. "The whole world says I’m crazy..."

But so what?

No matter what happens, as long as I have you, it’s enough.

Even if the ending is to stand against the whole world.

So, hurry and wake up, master’s cutest little puppy.

Ivyst gently buried her small face into Lynn’s chest, listening to his faint heartbeat.

Perhaps due to exhaustion and the severe injuries sustained in the Divine Moon Gap, a hint of fatigue and sorrow lingered at the corners of her eyes, and finally, she fell into a deep slumber next to the boy.

For a moment, the entire room was enveloped in an unprecedented silence.

Time ticked away.

At a certain moment, the boy held by Ivyst suddenly opened his eyes slowly.

Lynn felt as if he had just woken from an unusually long dream.

...

Over the past three days, countless skirmishes occurred between various forces and Ivyst’s followers around the Bartleion Manor. Fortunately, both sides exercised restraint, keeping each conflict to a small-scale skirmish.

Yet even so, in the dawn twilight, the lawn in front of the manor’s gates was no longer its former lush green. Blood had soaked every inch of land, turning the once meticulously groomed noble’s lawn into a horrible scarlet swamp.

Morning dew mixed with blood formed dark red droplets on the grass blades. A crow perched on a blood-stained statue, its beak still carrying fragments of unknown origin.

Morris, Aphia, they were already killing with red eyes.

Even Rhein Augusta, who had previously been pranked by Lynn and harbored a deep grudge against him, now charged at the front alongside Glaya, fighting bloodily. His right arm bore a slash, and he no longer resembled the noble young lord; the entire person looked haggard and ferocious.

After several days of fierce battles, almost no one present was unscathed. Morris stood atop the manor’s highest point, looking down at a scene that words like ’harrowing’ could not adequately describe.

The once lush grassy plains had transformed into a blood swamp, complete with footprints—some the deep prints of military boots, others the shallow marks of barefoot fleeing, and still others were long streaks left by dragging the wounded.

These marks combined to form blood-red paths leading to death.

After the afternoon’s skirmish, a rare tranquillity was ushered in; those besieging the manor did not launch a new assault.

Until the final rays of sunlight disappeared below the horizon, engulfing the entire lawn in an eerie dark red.

Everyone caught up in the events knew that this promised to be another sleepless night.

As nightfall embraced the landscape, the ground began to tremble.

Initially, it was just a subtle vibration, like distant thunder, but as time passed, the shaking grew stronger—until the bronze wind chimes atop the manor tower started clattering wildly, emitting a piercing alarm.

"So it’s finally come?"

Morris stood atop the clock tower, his eyes reflecting the advancing black line on the horizon.

It was a torrent composed of thousands of iron cavalry, the dust stirred by their hooves forming a moving sandstorm in the night.

When the first cavalry phalanx stopped three hundred yards from the manor, the entire grove of oak trees rustled and trembled.

The heavy-armored knights’ black armor reflected a cold gleam in the morning light, and the golden Saint Laurent emblem on their breastplates stung the eyes painfully.

"It’s the Iron Thorn Legion." Aphia appeared beside Morris in a flash, her tone grave, "This was the main force the Military Department used to suppress the northern rebellion back then. I didn’t expect His Majesty to dispatch even them."

The next moment, Glaya appeared behind everyone, his expression complicated.

He hadn’t imagined that his lord would dare to go to such lengths, implicating the Augusta Family in an unprecedented way afterward.

None saw any hope of breaking out of the situation... no, perhaps there was a chance.

If Lynn were here, he would certainly find the only path to survival from this dire situation.

Just like countless times in the past.

Unfortunately, Lynn’s fate was currently unknown, and as a friend, he had wanted to inquire countless times over the past few days, but each attempt was blocked by Ivyst’s people.

Looking at the reign of Edgar’s iron-blooded legion, Glaya’s face turned ashen.

Everyone knew the final moment was approaching.

Morris stood by the window, watching the troops outside starting to construct fortifications, and said softly, "They’re setting up trebuchets... and Magic Cannons..."

It looked like Saint Laurent VI was getting serious.

Even more troubling was that Ivyst hadn’t slept for several days. Due to her severe injuries and continuously removing the Law of Cause and Effect penalty from Lynn day and night, she had fallen into a deep sleep.

In that instant, the entire manor was thrown into chaos; no one knew what to do next.

Without Ivyst, a Sixth Rank Demigod, leading them, they were well aware they could not hold out against the Empire’s army for even half an hour.

Just a few minutes would be enough—even with so-called Extraordinary Power, the manor would nonetheless be flattened by the cavalry.

When that happened, there would be no hope of survival for anyone here.

Morris was surrounded by Shadow Power, Aphia gently licked her sharp claws, Glaya gripped his blood-stained long sword tightly, and Milani calmly organized her suitcase, attaching the last bottle of lethal potion to her waist...

Even Rhein did not run from the battle, turning his family crest ring inward, his expression grave: "The Augusta Family has never known what it means to betray an ally... but for this battle, I only represent myself."

Clearly, everyone was prepared to face death.

They looked at one another, unable to suppress expressions of indescribable smiles.

Perhaps tensions existed among them usually, and there were divisions while serving the Imperial Princess.

But up to now, no one had chosen to flee before the battle; instead, they had upheld their loyalty to the last moment.

In the distance, in the dark night, tightly packed Magic Cannons glowed brilliantly under the infusion of Extraordinary Power.

All it would take was one command to transform into a thunderous offensive, descending from the heavens to engulf the entire manor in flames.

If someone were here, they would clearly realize that doom was also, in a sense, a punishment from the World Will.

Those who were meant to die in the Soron Mountain Range were about to be engulfed once more by the historical revision power, and there was no defying it.

It was supposed to be that way.

"Do you feel it? Outside has suddenly become much quieter?"

In the oppressive silence, Glaya suddenly spoke.

They were dumbfounded for a few seconds, then simultaneously noticed the abnormality.

For some reason, outside the manor, previously filled with murderous sounds, silence fell suddenly, as if the once noisy world had returned to stillness.

Morris was the first to look out the window, and the sight that greeted him shook his heart deeply. His bloodshot eyes stared unblinkingly at the scene outside, his bandaged hands involuntarily clutching the window frame, splinters digging deep into his flesh, going unnoticed.

Then it was Aphia and Milani, standing there as if struck by lightning, their eyes gradually reddening, involuntarily covering their small mouths, suppressing sobs.

Glaya, too, suppressed his wildly beating heart, vigorously brandishing his fist in the air.

I knew it... I damn well knew it!

Arriving faster than death was, invariably, a miracle!

It must be that miracle, named Lynn Bartleion!

Outside the manor, on the battlefield shrouded with mist, a slender figure stepped slowly toward the assembled army.