Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

"That is a distinguished elector, they cannot, nor do they have the qualifications to ask him to do anything."

After a long silence, Morris spoke up, "The Holy Oak Envoy will be arriving soon, let's head to the reception room early to wait."

...

Looking at the Augusta Manor before him, the silver-haired youth slowly stepped out of the carriage.

He hadn't expected that after just a month, he would be returning here.

His last visit was on account of Lynn Bartleion, and this time, it was for Ivyst.

It's just a pity, that interesting little fellow actually died in this disaster.

Even as he approached death, he didn't forget to play one last trick on him.

Regarding the events of that day, Felit didn't harbour much anger, but rather, it was regret.

He somewhat regretted not being more insistent when asking Ivyst for Lynn that day, and the offer he made was not generous enough.

Such an intriguing person, one wouldn't encounter many in a lifetime.

As he thought, Felit, led by a terrified maid, slowly entered the manor.

He wasn't the protagonist today but was about to play a novel role.

Given Orn City's remote geographical location, and the fact that Felit was one of only two members of the Royal Family remaining here, the Holy Oak Organization entrusted him to act as the certifying official today.

To certify for Princess Ivyst Laurent Alexini, who had been the first to be eliminated from the King's election.

Only in this way, would the ceremony possess sacredness and legal effect.

Accompanied by the door being gently pushed open, he saw the white-haired woman sitting by the bed.

After just a month of not seeing his half-sister, she had become somewhat unfamiliar to him.

Although her appearance hadn't changed at all, she now gave off the impression of being akin to withered wood.

Felit's expression unchanged, he walked slowly into the room.

"My dear sister, I've come to see you."

He slowly walked to the bedside and stood next to Ivyst, both gazing out of the window.

He wasn't sure if it was an illusion.

It always seemed that from the wealthy district far away, there came some slight noise and clamor.

But this didn't catch Felit's attention.

Seeing that Ivyst remained silent, he paused and then said, "Have you really made up your mind to withdraw completely from the King's election?"

The cold white-haired woman still said nothing.

Seeing this, Felit began to talk to himself, "Indeed, gathering over five hundred points within five days is very difficult for you."

"Even for me, that would require quite an effort."

However, Ivyst sat on her wheelchair as if he did not exist, rigid as wood.

Seeing this, Felit sighed.

"Such impoliteness," said the silver-haired youth softly, "that's why Hillena and I, as your brother and sister, dislike you so much."

"Although you're the ugliest one in the Alexini family, little girls should smile more, someone will always dote on them."

"But you don't like to smile, you prefer to hide in a corner, silently cry, and then use silly and ridiculous little schemes to seek revenge."

"Being so unsociable, who else should we bully if not you?"

"By the way, the prank on your fifth birthday where your mask was knocked off in public, although executed by Albert, the real instigator was actually me."

"Ivyst," suddenly said Felit as he slowly crouched down, looking indifferently at the white-haired woman, "there's one viewpoint I've never changed from the beginning."

"A monster like you should have been strangled in your cradle on the day of your birth."

"The throne, such a noble and great ideal, is not something creatures that lurk in dark corners should covet... not even the slightest thought."

"What do you think?"

"Get out."

At last, Ivyst spoke up.

Her voice was very calm, yet it seemed to exude an iciness to the extreme.

"Get out?" Felit chuckled, "But in your current weakened state, what right do you have to speak to me like that?"

"Oh, by the way, it seems that Hillena just recently took an interesting young man named 'Xiya' as a subordinate. Perhaps it won't be long before he makes some achievement. Even I'm feeling a sense of urgency."

"It's just a pity that from now on, all these matters will have nothing to do with you."

"Let's go, my dear sister."

"Together, let's welcome the arrival of the Holy Oak Envoy and await the coming of your ultimate fate."

"Perhaps, this is the first time and also the last time I accompany you."

While speaking, Felit moved behind the wheelchair, grasping the handles and slowly pushing it forward.

However, in the place he could not see...

Ivyst's hands dug tightly into her own flesh.

Withdraw from the King's election?

Perhaps that truly was the only thing she wished to do right now, then wait for the day her strength would return, to take revenge on this vile and ugly Empire for the sake of her beloved little dog.

But deep down inside, there still lingered some unwillingness.

After all, it had been her earnest desire for over a decade.

Especially having heard that the woman she hated the most was actually faring so well right now.

But what could she do about being unwilling?

Life was just like that.

Filled with pain and helplessness everywhere.

...

When Felit pushed Ivyst's wheelchair slowly into the parlor, everyone at Augusta Manor immediately grew solemn.

They all looked toward the silver-haired youth, their hearts filled with tension and suppression.

"Don't be nervous," Felit handed off the wheelchair to the vigilant Aphia and said lightly, "I am merely a notary here on routine business, you may act as though I do not exist."

He didn't even bother to feign politeness with Ivyst's subordinates.

Whenever Felit found a person or matter uninteresting, he would show this kind of expression.

He sat on an empty sofa, legs crossed, his expression calm.

Time-wise, the Holy Oak Envoy should be arriving soon.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, a sudden knock on the door was heard.

Everyone looked up and then saw a brown-haired youth dressed in garments embroidered with the golden pattern of the Holy Oak slowly walking in.

His demeanor was very calm, as if not revealing the slightest flaw.

Looking at everyone in the room, the Holy Oak Envoy first bowed to Second Prince Felit and then repeated the gesture to Ivyst.

"Now that the Second Prince is also present, I shall begin reading the latest King's election scores," said the brown-haired youth slowly.

At this, Felit nodded, "I will fulfill my duties and obligations as a notary, recording everything that happens today in my mind, to be adjudicated by Judge Nidro upon my return to the Imperial Capital."

The brown-haired youth bowed again, then pulled out a familiar roll of parchment from his pocket.

"Just when..."

Unexpectedly, before he could continue, hurried footsteps were heard at the door again!

Everyone instinctively looked up to see Duke Tierus, who had been absent for ten days, now hastily appearing at the doorway.

"Forgive me, Your Highness, for my late arrival."

He wiped the thin sweat from his forehead, then nodded toward Ivyst who sat silent in her wheelchair.

Seeing this, a glimmer of hope appeared in the eyes of Morris and Glaya in the corner, but it faded quickly.

Duke Tierus's presence meant he hadn't abandoned their alliance.

But given the irretrievable situation, what more could he do?

Everything was already too late.

Glaya exhaled deeply with a troubled look on her face.

Meanwhile, Felit slowly stood up and took the initiative to bow to Duke Tierus.

The other party was, after all, a noble elector with significant military power; even a little good impression could be beneficial.

However, Felit wasn't sure if it was an illusion.

When Duke Tierus's gaze swept across his face, Felit vaguely felt that there was something odd about his eyes.

After Duke Tierus had taken his seat, the brown-haired youth continued with today's purpose.

But when his eyes returned to the parchment, which had the characteristics of a Sealed Object, and he saw a certain number change, his gaze narrowed with shock!

Good professional conduct helped him contain the turmoil within.

"So next... I will read out Third Princess Ivyst Laurent Alexini's King's election score."

"In the last round, Your Highness had a score of negative 576 points, ranking last among the nine princes." Continue reading at empire

"After this score update, your rank remains unchanged..."

The mundane words made the subordinates' eyes dim.

"...but there has been a change in the score you hold."

The Holy Oak Envoy's voice came again.

"Your current King's election score is... 24 points."

(ps: Suffering from stomach cramps...)