Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

The next morning.

After waking up from sleep, Lynn was led by the maid Nina to the library of Augusta Manor.

Having received the Holy Relic from Ivyst the night before, Lynn had been fiddling with the prayer ritual described in the original book in his room, hoping to attract the attention of the Doomsday Witch from ten thousand years in the future.

But it wasn't until late into the night that he sadly came to terms with reality.

Many of the settings in the original work were irrational and glossed over.

With limited understanding of the mysticism of this world, it was difficult for Lynn to replicate the protagonist's operations.

There were many missing details, magic matrices, and even materials.

Fortunately, Lynn still remembered the key parts, and the prayers were imprinted in his mind.

He probably just needed to acquire relevant ritual knowledge and fill in the missing parts.

According to the original text, those processes were tedious and complicated, but there was nothing too far beyond reach.

As long as one understood the principles and possessed the key items, even someone else had a chance of succeeding.

It was just that the protagonist had a halo, so he succeeded on the first try in the original story.

And in order to figure out the principles and composition of the ritual, Lynn had no choice but to head to the library and look up some relevant information.

On the way there, he saw many of the figures he had encountered at breakfast the day before.

Many people consciously made way and nodded in greeting when they saw him.

Lynn wondered if it was because he had perfectly resolved the issue with the followers of the Creationist School.

But Lynn didn't bother with them and went straight to the library.

Augusta Manor was large, and even the library was built like a small library, with rows of neatly arranged books on the antique wooden shelves.

Each book was orderly cataloged and well-preserved.

With the help of the index, Lynn quickly found a row of bookshelves and a staple book.

"An Elementary Analysis and Wondrous Uses of Ritual Magic."

This book was even mentioned casually in the original work; its author was a scholar renowned across the continent—of course, the reason the original work mentioned this scholar was solely that she was a woman and a very beautiful one at that.

So those who knew, knew.

Mevis Golanster.

Looking at the signature on the book, Lynn shook his head.

He wondered when he would get the chance to meet these women, who appeared frequently in the original work.

Their plot levels were mostly not low; they were Lynn's potential veins of wealth.

With that thought, Lynn prepared to take the book to a nearby rest area for a bit of reading.

However, upon seeing the person sitting in the distance, he suddenly stopped in his tracks.

Aphia, for some reason, had taken on a human appearance today and was currently sitting at a wooden table, frowning sorrowfully at several books.

Perhaps because she had no missions today, she had exchanged her black leather jacket seen the other night for an exquisite princess dress.

The whole persona appeared even more delicate and adorable.

Lynn cleared his throat softly and prepared to go over and greet her.

"Good morning, beautiful miss."

Lynn whistled as he walked toward her.

Upon clearly seeing who was approaching, Aphia's eyes showed a flash of joy.

But then, as if suddenly thinking of something, she became rather nervous.

Her slender, delicate legs, which were originally under the table, shrank back.

Lynn looked down and saw that the princess shoes he had given her the other day were now enveloping her slender, delicate white-stockinged feet.

He immediately had an epiphany and looked at Aphia with a meaningful gaze.

Seeing this, her cute little face instantly flushed red, and she stammered, "I, I just put on the wrong shoes this morning, meow, I'll change them when I go back..."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Before she could finish her sentence, Lynn suddenly felt someone tap his shoulder.

"Yo, what brings you here?"

Turning his head, he found Morris standing beside him with several books in his arms.

"Just bored, thought I'd borrow a book to read."

Lynn replied.

Morris nodded his head and then turned to look at Aphia, who was slumped over the table.

Seeing her despondent appearance, he couldn't help but tease, "How come you're not showing off those shoes today? Really now, you even came over specially yesterday to boast about them to us and made a point of showing the prince. It's the first time I've seen you so fond of something; I wonder who gave them to you."

Hiss.

Lynn inhaled sharply.

Actually, he hadn't planned to say much, ready to smooth things over and let the incident pass.

But Morris suddenly approached, ripped off the last veil of the young girl's face, and stepped on it a few times on the ground.

Was this forcing her to flee the planet overnight?

Sure enough.

The next second, Aphia's eyes welled with tears, as if she was about to cry.

You guys chat, I'm going to drop dead.

That's what her eyes seemed to say.

Seeing this, Lynn no longer had the heart to tease her and decided to change the subject.

"Speaking of which, why did you two come here? Is there something you need to do?"

He looked at Morris and asked.

At this, Morris's face showed a touch of distress, "I guess we have to return to the Imperial Capital before the end of the year. His Highness has issued a final ultimatum, urging us to pass the entrance examination of the Saint Laurent Royal College, so we've been cramming the relevant knowledge lately."

Lynn pondered.

Before the end of the year, that is, in one more month.

It looked like he would also be returning to the Imperial Capital with them soon, facing the storm that was supposed to be Ivyst's burden.

If he were to run away, perhaps that would be a good time to do so.

Or should he go back and cling to the powerful legs in the Imperial Capital, to have them rescue him from dire straits?

For a moment, Lynn was lost in thought.

"Right, what do you know about the Four Epochs?" Morris spread a book open on the table, pointing to the complicated ancient Saint Laurent language, "All this stuff crammed together is giving me a headache."

Ancient history of the continent is a mandatory subject in the Royal College, and most people could score more than 90 points.

In order not to fall behind, Morris and Aphia had been toiling hard as well.

The Four Epochs?

Lynn glanced at the knowledge recorded in the book and immediately felt his head swell.

Limited by the constraints of the era, the content was needlessly complex, laced with plenty of ineffective or even incorrect information.

Seeing this, Lynn pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Aphia.

"The Four Epochs, as the name suggests, comprise four epochs."

"The first epoch is the Chaotic Epoch, which, having occurred tens of thousands of years ago, is hard to verify."

"The second epoch is the Era of the Gods."

"After the Chaotic Epoch, the gods walked upon the earth, established Divine Kingdoms, demonstrated miracles, and pointed the direction of faith and evolution to the ignorant masses who lived by slash-and-burn."

"The third epoch is known as the Saints Wars Epoch."

"Due to certain unknown causes, the gods seem to have launched an extensive and prolonged holy war; that war lasted for days on end and even supposedly resulted in the fall of deities, severing many lines of faith."

While saying this, Lynn suddenly paused, looking at the bewildered faces of Aphia and Morris.

"And the fourth epoch is the very one we are currently in, the Epoch of Kings."

"After the Saints Wars, the gods hid themselves, and humanity entered an unprecedented period of decline. Many powerful demons from ancient times awakened from their slumber, seizing the opportunity to rise up."

"These beings were as fearsome as the gods themselves, bringing catastrophic disasters upon mankind."

"At the critical moment, many human champions stood out. With the help of the gods, they formed resistance camps and, over time, gradually evolved into the Five Great Empires."

"For example, the Saint Laurent Empire we reside in is also known as 'the Holy Tree Country,' famous worldwide for the great spectacle referred to as the 'World Tree' at the center of the Imperial Capital."

"Another example is Tutankhamun, the powerful Northern Continental country neighboring the Saint Laurent Empire; the Sirunstat Republic of the Southern Continent; and others..."

...

When Lynn finished his busy day and returned to his room, it was already evening.

The twilight had turned the lawn of the manor a dark gold, appearing majestic yet desolate.

He had specifically chosen this time to return to his room, with the intention of completing the ritual, praying for the Doomsday Witch to cast a fleeting glance into the long river of history.

Dusk represented her exclusive moment, this time slot being more in line with her preferences and consequently having a higher chance of success.

After studying the book about Ritual Magic, Lynn, although not yet a theoretical master, had improved vastly from before.

At least for this ritual, he had become quite adept.

As long as he successfully communicated with that being and completed the trials set by her, he would regain his status as a Transcendent, later able to activate the Divine-given factor on his own using the system—essentially gaining the freedom of the skies.

Moreover, he would definitely be one of the strongest of his rank.

With the strongest faith and the system's enhancement... Damn, what else in the world could stand in his way?!

For a moment, Lynn's heart surged with ambitious aspirations.

Then, the ritual began.