Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess! - Chapter 446 - 253: The Farce Comes to an End (6k)

Chapter 446: Chapter 253: The Farce Comes to an End (6k)

It’s unclear who took the lead first, but someone had a sudden inspiration, tore down a bedsheet from home, scribbled the large characters “Lynn is innocent” crookedly with charcoal, and tied it to a long pole, leading the parade.

Unexpectedly, this makeshift flag ignited the emotions of the entire city.

“Hurry up, a bit faster…”

Old John at the tailor shop was operating the sewing machine so fast it was almost smoking; Lynn had killed the true Amputator Burshman, which avenged the murder of his son.

Under Old John’s hands, the white cloth turned into one banner after another, and neighbors spontaneously gathered in front of his shop, some helping to cut, others to write.

If viewed from above, you would see the entire Glostit being devoured by white.

At Saint Square, white flags fluttered like snow in the wind; on both sides of the streets, residents opened their windows and hung white cloth on balconies.

The parade grew larger and larger.

“Lynn is innocent!”

“Free the hero!”

“…”

Finally, the chants of Lynn’s innocence swept through every street of Glostit like a tsunami.

By now, Saint Square had completely turned into a sea of white, and the guards assigned to maintain order looked at each other, unconsciously lowering the tips of their spears.

Even Saint Laurent VI, sitting in the main seat, was momentarily dazed when witnessing this scene; sunlight filtered through the intertwined branches of the Holy Tree, casting mottled shadows on his face, making it impossible to read his expression.

However, the right hand resting on the armrest trembled imperceptibly.

Over twenty years had passed since Saint Laurent VI ascended the throne.

At this moment, he suddenly recalled the words his father, Saint Roland V, said to him with heartfelt earnestness during his coronation—

“Public opinion is the sharpest sword.”

All these years, to be honest, he didn’t truly grasp the depth of this statement.

Not until today did he realize that those words from his father seemed to have finally materialized in their true form.

However, given the stature and position of Saint Laurent VI, even a moment of daze would never be noticed by anyone; just a moment later, he once again wore that mask called “Emperor” on his face.

On the other side, realizing something was amiss, Marquis Fred looked towards Bishop Connor, beads of sweat on his forehead and a grim expression on his face.

Clearly, he never expected that, even at this critical juncture, things would still take such a dramatic turn.

No one could have anticipated that, even when trapped in such a perilous situation, that young man would still discover the sole way to turn the tide from a dead end.

Not only them, but at this moment, Bishop Connor’s nails were dug deep into his palms; even though his expression remained composed, the boundless fury within was impossible to hide.

Although he had long prepared to kill Lynn in advance, it ultimately came to nothing but a complete reversal of everyone’s stance.

“Haha, everyone better prepare to pay up.”

Unlike most of the silent and distorted expressions of the other nobles, Marquis Matthew appeared exceptionally excited and thrilled.

Before the Judgement of the Holy Tree commenced, he had wagered with them that Lynn would not die today.

According to the bet, those who believed Lynn couldn’t leave alive today had to pay him ten thousand gold coins.

“Don’t celebrate too soon; although Lynn is not the real Amputator, the fact remains that the Fourth Prince died at his hands.”

Lady Olivia spoke through clenched teeth.

“Indeed, even if His Majesty would not pursue the matter of Lynn assassinating Councilman Blake, the crime of murdering a prince is unforgivable.”

Marquis Saxon clenched his fist, and the words “reluctant” and “unwilling” were written all over his face.

Upon hearing this, Matthew’s lips curled into a sneer, and his gaze swept over each noble’s flushed face lightly.

“We’ve reached this point, there’s no need for self-deception, is there?”

“Using the life of the Fourth Prince to offset the horrific disaster Kushustan’s rampage on the Imperial Capital caused, what choice do you think His Majesty would make?”

At these words, the surrounding nobles were immediately rendered speechless and fell into silence.

Given their understanding of Saint Laurent VI, it seemed highly likely that His Majesty would indeed choose to sacrifice Fourth Prince Joshua.

Moreover, public opinion was already boiling, citizens of Glostit were pleading for Lynn’s acquittal, demanding he be judged innocent.

Some conscientious nobles began to join the ranks calling for Lynn’s innocence, led by the esteemed elector, Duke Tierus.

In some sense, this had already become an enormous force that could not be ignored.

…

“This is wonderful… truly… wonderful…”

Seeing Lynn’s seemingly hopeless situation take a turn for the better, Eleanor and Aphaya wept with joy.

Given the current circumstances, there was a great chance that Lynn would be declared innocent.

Hillena, however, slightly narrowed her eyes, her gaze settling on Lynn for a moment, and let out a meaningful light chuckle.

“Oh, Lynn…”

Her voice carried a hint of amusement and a complex, indescribable emotion, as if she were savoring a carefully orchestrated play.

With her understanding of Saint Laurent VI, it was inconceivable that Lynn would be sentenced to death under the current circumstances.

Yet, just when almost everyone thought Lynn would escape his predicament, a sudden change occurred.

“Please wait a moment.”

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