Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 44: I Want Your Highness’s "Relic"

It was happening.  

When Yveste asked her question, Lynn’s chest tightened.  

Yet, despite the tension, he wasn’t surprised.  

This was a test—but also an opportunity.  

His path was clear. With Yveste’s truth-detecting ring in play, there was little room for maneuvering.  

So, he decided not to overthink it.  

Instead, he would simply reveal his truest thoughts.  

It felt like a concession, a surrender to her authority. But at this juncture, there was no alternative.  

“I want... Your Highness’s relic,” Lynn said in a dazed tone, his body frozen in the guise of hypnosis.  

Relic?  

Yveste frowned.  

The term was common in many religious texts and often referred to high-level sealed artifacts.  

Usually, only objects imbued with a deity’s extraordinary power qualified for such a title.  

Such items were exceedingly rare.  

Even with Yveste’s collection of luxurious containment facilities, she had never possessed anything considered a "relic."  

What puzzled her more was Lynn’s peculiar phrasing: her relic.  

Ridiculous.  

Although Yveste was powerful, she lacked the divine might of the gods worshipped by the major churches.  

So what could she possibly have that would qualify as a relic?  

Holding onto her doubts, Yveste glanced at the glowing ring on her finger.  

It showed no reaction.  

The boy was telling the truth—he genuinely desired what he referred to as her relic.  

Yveste remained silent for a moment before asking, “What exactly do you mean by ‘relic’?”  

She couldn’t think of anything in her possession that fit such a description.  

Yet, she also doubted Lynn would ask for something trivial.  

Perhaps this is something he has coveted for a long time, something he believes could help him escape his predicament or exact his revenge someday.  

To him, it must be of immense importance—so much so that even under hypnosis, he subconsciously sought it.  

Yveste quietly contemplated this as Lynn answered sluggishly, “By relic, I mean an object imbued with Your Highness’s extraordinary power and life essence.”  

Yveste raised a brow, her confusion deepening. “Speak plainly.”  

“I mean... something like the stockings, heels, or undergarments Your Highness has worn.”  

Lynn’s face remained blank, but internally, he was screaming.  

Even with his body locked in this facade, saying something so absurd made him want to crawl into a hole and vanish.  

Thankfully, Lie Eater held its ground, maintaining his feigned hypnosis.  

After his words fell, the study plunged into a deafening silence.  

The atmosphere turned unbearably tense, as if even the faintest sound could shatter the stillness.  

Yveste’s expression shifted to one of utter disbelief.  

The mental leap was too jarring.  

She had expected some grandiose scheme, perhaps an elaborate plan to seize power or freedom.  

Instead, he wanted... her used garments?  

Instinctively, Yveste glanced at her ring.  

Still, no reaction.  

He was telling the truth.  

Lynn genuinely wanted her stockings and undergarments.  

So to him, such things qualify as relics?  

The notion struck Yveste as absurd.  

“What would you even do with them?” she asked coldly.  

“... Use them.”  

The response was so succinct it bordered on cunning.  

In the Saint Roland language, the word "use" carried ambiguous connotations.  

Hearing it, Yveste’s expression shifted subtly.  

Her confusion and bemusement gave way to a mixture of disdain and mockery.  

“I don’t recall ever owning a dog with such filthy thoughts about its master,” she said icily.  

She placed her booted foot on Lynn’s shoulder, the tip pressing down lightly and grinding in a deliberate motion.  

Though not painful, the gesture reeked of humiliation.  

Feeling her foot against him, Lynn inwardly frowned.  

Perhaps the timing isn’t right. Maybe her favorability isn’t high enough yet.  

His dazed gaze remained fixed on Yveste, but beneath the surface, he carefully observed her reaction.  

Despite the contempt in her eyes, the light from the study’s lamps revealed a faint blush on her face.  

Wait... is she embarrassed?  

No, that didn’t seem likely.  

Lynn quickly dismissed the thought.  

Yveste wasn’t the type to blush out of shyness. He was certain of that.  

Then there’s only one other possibility.  

Lynn recalled something he’d read in his past life: when a person feels heightened excitement or stimulation, their sympathetic nervous system reacts, causing increased heart rate, dilated blood vessels, and sometimes blushing.  

Could it be... she’s excited by the thought of her subordinate’s bold desires?  

The realization made Lynn’s scalp tingle.  

If that’s true... there’s still hope!  

As if to confirm his suspicion, Yveste’s demeanor shifted.  

“However... since I’ve already promised to grant you one wish, I won’t go back on my word,” she said suddenly.  

Her tone softened slightly, and her breathing grew faintly uneven.  

Even Yveste didn’t fully understand what was happening to her.  

For the first time in her life, she felt a mix of thrill and shame—a strange yet not unpleasant sensation.  

It was absurd, but oddly liberating.  

After all, the study was empty except for Lynn, who was supposedly hypnotized and would remember nothing upon waking.  

No one will ever know what I do here, she thought to herself.  

Taking a deep breath, Yveste reached down and removed her high-heeled boot.  

Then, with practiced grace, she lifted the hem of her crimson dress slightly, revealing a pair of slender legs wrapped in sheer black stockings.  

Under Lynn’s blank gaze, Yveste bent slightly, her hands disappearing under her skirt.  

The sound of fabric sliding against skin filled the room, faint but unmistakable.  

Moments later, her feet—bare, pale, and exquisitely shaped—touched the plush carpet.  

Her toes, painted a vibrant red, gleamed under the lamplight.  

The black stockings that had previously adorned her legs were gone.  

Before Lynn could fully process the scene, a thin, nearly transparent piece of black fabric landed softly in his palm.  

It was warm to the touch, carrying a familiar rose-like fragrance.  

For a moment, Lynn’s heartbeat faltered.  

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