Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 37: Racking Up Points Like Crazy

The Lie Eater’s other ability was detecting lies.  

With this power, Lynn easily identified the most devout believers among the crowd and began his first round of “talk therapy.”  

The gathering of 312 people was primarily due to the devout followers stirring up trouble.  

As the saying goes, strike the snake at its head.  

By dismantling the resistance leaders one by one, the rest—those with weak faith or ulterior motives—would be easier to handle.  

They were, after all, nothing more than small fry.  

Lynn mused quietly.  

Time passed swiftly, and soon the evening sun bathed the land in a glorious red glow.  

He’d dedicated several hours to conversations with the believers.  

Finally, after the system announced its 232nd notification, most of the devout followers present had been successfully persuaded into signing an Extraordinary Contract.  

At the same time, 23 system points were added to his tally.  

An afternoon of hard work had left Lynn feeling drained.  

Unfortunately, there was no afternoon tea or dessert to replenish his sugar levels.  

As he prepared to wipe his sweat with his sleeve, he felt a weight on his shoulder.  

Turning slightly, he saw Afia perched there, a handkerchief dangling from her mouth.  

“Here,” she said.  

The handkerchief carried a faint, sweet scent unique to girls.  

“Oh, thanks.”  

Lynn took the handkerchief and wiped his face twice before realizing something felt off.  

Wasn’t she pouting earlier? Why is she suddenly so docile after just a few hours?  

Noticing Lynn’s questioning gaze, Afia seemed a bit flustered. She turned her head away, puffing up her cheeks.  

“I-it’s because Her Highness asked me to keep an eye on you! And since you’re doing this for her, I can’t just let you collapse here!”  

“Oh… by the way, where’d you get this handkerchief?”  

“That’s a girl’s secret!”  

After a bit of playful bickering, Afia leapt off his shoulder in her cat form and scampered back to the carriage.  

Watching her small figure, Lynn couldn’t help but smile before shifting his gaze back to the last group of people gathered in the distance.  

Among the remaining eighty individuals, most were opportunists.  

They neither believed in the Creation Goddess nor wanted to enter the city.  

Their real demand was clear: compensation.  

If they weren’t paid a satisfying amount, they wouldn’t leave peacefully.  

Everyone but one balding man in the crowd fit this description.  

The man looked unassuming, almost blending into the background. Yet, according to the system interface, he stood out like a sore thumb.  

He was the only C-level plot character among the believers present.  

[Character Name: Mark Blanchard]  

[Plot Level: C]  

[Plot Deviation: 0.00%]  

If Lynn could max out his deviation, he’d earn a full 10 system points.  

Such a juicy target wasn’t one to let slip away.  

Lynn also had some suspicions about the man’s identity.  

Clearly, it wasn’t possible for this chaos to lack an organizer. While others might be innocent, the person orchestrating this mess was undeniably guilty.  

This individual might even be following someone else’s orders.  

With that in mind, Lynn didn’t hesitate.  

“You there, step forward.”  

Mark was visibly startled, as if unsure why this young man had singled him out.  

Could my cover be blown?  

A trace of unease flickered in his heart.  

“Sir, is there something you need from me?” he asked humbly.  

Lynn studied him for a moment before abruptly asking, “Are you just an ordinary follower of the Creationist Sect?”  

“Of course. I can recite every scripture by heart,” Mark replied confidently.  

Lie.  

Lynn immediately detected the falsehood.  

The lie wasn’t about knowing the scriptures by heart—that could easily be disproved.  

No, the real lie was in his claim of being an ordinary follower.  

Combining his deep knowledge of the scriptures with his C-level plot rank, Lynn deduced that Mark was not just an ordinary follower but a remnant member of the Creationist Sect—and likely the mastermind behind this chaos.  

Leaning closer, Lynn whispered so only the two of them could hear, “Mark, you’ve worked hard to get this far. The sect won’t forget your contributions.”  

Mark’s eyes flickered with panic and doubt.  

How does he know my real name? I’ve only ever used an alias publicly.  

A thought dawned on him, and his heart raced with excitement.  

Lynn’s familiarity and words could mean only one thing: The sect hasn’t been completely wiped out!  

There were still survivors—ready to rise again.  

But a trace of caution lingered in Mark’s heart. He feigned ignorance. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”  

Lynn clapped him on the shoulder amicably. “You’re quite cautious, and that’s good. But it seems the orders from the higher-ups differ for you and me.”  

“My task is to minimize the fallout, but it seems to conflict with yours. What’s going on?”  

Hearing this, Mark relaxed.  

Glancing around cautiously, he lowered his voice. “Are you referring to the one from the Imperial Capital?”  

The Imperial Capital?  

Lynn’s suspicions deepened, but outwardly, he nodded. “That’s right.”  

Mark’s eyes widened slightly. “The order I received was to poison the food of these people, kill them all, and frame the demon who destroyed the sect—the Third Princess.”  

They’re targeting Yveste?!  

Lynn took a sharp breath.  

The scheme was vicious. Even if Yveste provided evidence of her innocence, public opinion would destroy her.  

If this plan succeeded, she’d lose her chance in the Succession Ceremony.  

In the worst-case scenario, Saint Roland VI might publicly disown her to appease the masses.  

Perhaps this was how she was forced onto a villainous path in the original storyline.  

By intervening, Lynn might have already altered her fate.  

With that realization, he smiled at Mark. “By the way, there’s one more order from that person. Want to hear it?”  

“What order?” Mark asked, curious.  

“He asked me to send you on your way.”  

Without hesitation, Lynn smoothly drew his gun and fired.  

“Bang!”  

The muffled shot rang out, and Mark collapsed with a look of disbelief.  

[C-level plot character "Mark Blanchard" has reached 100.00% plot deviation.]  

Ten system points credited.  

This method really is the most efficient, Lynn thought quietly.  

Witnessing the shooting, the remaining crowd was struck with panic.  

Lynn wiped the blood off his face, putting on a friendly smile to soften his cold demeanor.  

“One hundred copper coins per person. Take the money, sign the contract, and leave.”  

“A hundred? That’s too little—”  

“Bang!”  

Another shot into the sky silenced objections. Lynn smiled again. “Now it’s fifty.”  

The seventy-nine remaining opportunists scrambled to line up at Greya’s station.  

Even small gains add up, they thought. Better fifty coins than nothing, especially when the alternative was death.  

Lynn whistled as he watched them fall in line.  

In total, he’d earned 41 system points that afternoon. Adding the 2 he had left, his balance now stood at 43.  

Time to report back to that woman.  

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