Chapter 61: Chapter 61

When Lynn changed into his formal attire and arrived at the manor entrance with Greya, a luxurious and spacious four-wheeled carriage was already parked in the middle of the road.

From the Thorn Crown emblem carved on it, this carriage should be that woman’s exclusive ride.

「Young Masters, please board the carriage. Her Highness has been waiting for quite some time.」

Outside the carriage, the elderly female butler Keisha calmly gestured.

Seeing this, Greya suddenly stopped in his tracks, not sure what came to his mind. 「Eh, I suddenly have a stomachache. Why don’t you and Her Highness go ahead? I’ll take another carriage and catch up later?」

Saying that, he turned around to leave.

Nonsense, he definitely didn’t want to share a room with that terrifying Her Highness.

But how could Lynn let him have his way?

If he ended up alone with that woman in the carriage, who knows what kind of trouble she’d stir up with her hypnosis.

He grabbed Greya by the neck, ignoring his struggles, and dragged him onto the carriage together.

From the outside, this carriage was already considered oversized.

But when Lynn stepped into the carriage, he found that the interior space seemed four or five times larger than it appeared.

It seemed they had used some sort of space-folding Extraordinary ability.

At this moment, on the soft seat by the window sat a tall woman in a rose-colored tasseled gown, resting her chin on her hand, looking bored as she gazed at the street scenery.

Tonight, she had switched out her black patterned mask for a butterfly-style half-face mask, revealing her snow-white chin and glistening red lips, looking sexy and enchanting.

Hearing the commotion, Yveste turned her head, gazing at the two who entered.

Her gaze first fell on Lynn.

At a glance, she saw the already exceptionally handsome black-haired youth now wearing a luxurious and exquisite double-breasted suit, paired with a white lace inner lining, making him look noble and elegant.

Yveste was very satisfied with her own taste.

「Not bad, looking quite presentable.」

After lingering on him for seven or eight seconds, she commented lightly.

After all, the suit was personally chosen by her.

Actually, according to the usual process, the tailor should have come to offer sample outfits for the wearer to choose their preferred style.

But Yveste found it troublesome, and coupled with her desire for control, she didn’t even think to ask for Lynn’s opinion, casually picking one she liked.

「You look beautiful tonight as well, Your Highness.」

Under Greya’s horrified gaze, Lynn bowed with appreciation in his eyes.

Hearing this, Yveste revealed a faint sneer. 「You are quite bold.」

But in the end, she didn’t impose any substantial punishment.

Perhaps it was because of a third wheel nearby.

After the brief exchange, Yveste subtly glanced at Greya beside them, frowned slightly, and then looked away again.

Her Highness just thought I was an eyesore, didn’t she?

Greya’s legs went weak; like a quail, he found a corner to lower his head.

Like a student who had done something wrong, he didn’t dare to make a sound.

He only hoped that on this journey, Her Highness the Princess wouldn’t focus her attention on him.

Of course, facts proved that he was overthinking.

Lynn chose a seat opposite to sit down.

Then the carriage door slowly closed, and the carriage began to move smoothly.

Yveste rested her chin on her hand and looked at Lynn. 「What are your thoughts on the upcoming banquet?」

「If Your Highness wants to get closer to the Tyrus Family, just cater to their preferences,」 Lynn thought for a moment. 「If they want money, just give them money, right?」

Yveste snorted lightly. 「If it were that simple, why would I ask you?」

「To use money to feed the three major armies under Duke Tyrus, even my financially strong elder brother would probably be severely depleted.」

「Roughly estimated, just the initial amount would require at least 500,000 gold coins,」 Yveste said flatly. 「Moreover, is an alliance based purely on benefits truly solid?」

So, in other words, she doesn’t have the money.

Lynn secretly complained in his heart.

But he didn’t show it on his face.

After a moment of silence, Lynn seemed to have a sudden flash of inspiration. 「Eh, Your Highness, I have an idea!」

「Let’s hear it.」

Seeing his eagerness to offer advice, Yveste’s expression slightly softened, nodding to indicate he should continue.

「The blood volume of a healthy adult male is about 8% of their body weight, which is about 80,000 drops,」 Lynn’s eyes sparkled. 「And according to my previous statistics, just within Oren City, the Church of Providence has over 5,000 clergymen. If we capture them all and throw them into the containment room of the Greedy Magic Box, then perhaps…」

「Alright, stop, don’t say any more.」

A hint of a headache flashed in Yveste’s eyes as she held her forehead.

Greya, who was shrinking like a quail in the corner, broke out in a cold sweat.

This guy is a living King of Hell!

Compared to Lynn, the originally extremely terrifying Her Highness the Princess was starting to seem kind and benevolent.

「I’ve also considered this idea of exchanging some money using death row prisoners,」 Yveste pondered for a moment, then shook her head. 「But the Greedy Magic Box is not as simple as you think.」

「As it absorbs more blood, that ancient entity sealed inside will gradually revive… In short, it will become a big headache.」

So you had already considered it?!

Greya immediately decided to take back his earlier thoughts.

The atmosphere fell into silence again.

Just like that, the rest of the journey was wordless.

Ten minutes later, the carriage slowly stopped on a spacious street, and the carriage door opened accordingly.

At this moment, night had fallen, and the lamps were just lit.

What came into view was a noble mansion that wasn’t particularly luxurious.

Although it occupied a large area, unlike the local nouveau riche in Oren City, it exuded refinement and modesty everywhere.

However, at this moment, the roadside was filled with all kinds of carriages, blocking the originally spacious street completely.

One by one, nobles dressed in gorgeous attire, surrounded by servants, walked glamorously into Tyrus Manor.

「Let’s go,」 Yveste stood up. 「Also, I’m attending the banquet incognito this time; you should pay attention to your words and actions.」

Wearing a red gown, she exuded noble temperament, like a queen attending a grand event.

Since very few people knew of her presence in Oren City, even if she wore a mask, it would be difficult for others to associate her with the notorious Third Princess.

Lynn nodded.

Under Greya’s gaze, Lynn took out a sharp-beaked crow mask from his pocket.

「What are you doing?」

Greya was a bit surprised and asked softly.

Hearing this, Lynn replied solemnly and loudly, 「If I don’t wear one, wouldn’t Her Highness be the only one at the venue wearing a mask? Regarding those strange gazes, I think at least I can help Her Highness share some of them.」

「You too, as a subordinate, you don’t even have this level of awareness!」

Saying that, he decisively put the crow mask on his face.

Greya was stunned, as if he realized for the first time the treachery of the human heart.

What the heck, is this aimed at me?

He looked around but didn’t find anything to cover his face, his expression darkened, and he had to give up.

At the same time, he gnashed his teeth with hatred in his heart.

Damn it, this guy really knows how to flatter.

No wonder Her Highness favors him so much.

As expected.

Hearing Lynn’s words, Yveste walking in front paused her steps, a fleeting light smile flashed at the corner of her lips.

……

「Your Grace, at the upcoming banquet…」

Somewhere at the street corner, inside a low-key carriage, such an inquiry was heard.

「Mm, I know,」 the middle-aged man called the bishop said faintly. 「Our Church of Providence, leading a group of local forces, will likely be questioned by Tyrus, but this is expected.」

「If he’s sensible, he’d better accept the olive branch we’re offering, and he could get some money before leaving. Otherwise, he shouldn’t expect to get a penny.」

Hearing this, the subordinate seemed a bit puzzled. 「But he’s still a duke, and he holds military power…」

「The Saint Roland Empire has more than one duke with real power,」 the middle-aged man sneered. 「Moreover, the waters of the border cities run deep, and he’s been promoted to provincial governor for less than a year, so he doesn’t want to get involved at all.」

「Otherwise, why do you think he doesn’t use the army to forcibly collect taxes?」

「I see… Eh, wait, Your Grace, look, who is that?」

The subordinate caught a glimpse out the window, as if noticing something.

Hearing this, Bishop Mozer of the Oren City Diocese looked up.

「That… is that the rumored Third Princess Yveste? She’s attending this banquet too?」 Mozer frowned. 「But I didn’t see her on the guest list.」

「Probably came incognito?」

The subordinate speculated.

Hearing this, Mozer pondered.

After a long silence, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.

「What do you think, if at the upcoming banquet, someone accidentally reveals the identity of that ‘Evil Princess’, wouldn’t the scene become quite interesting?」