Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess! - Chapter 447 - 253: The Farce Comes to an End (6k)

Chapter 447: Chapter 253: The Farce Comes to an End (6k)

Accompanied by Bishop Connor’s calm voice, the entire venue fell silent once again.

Originally, it seemed foolproof, certain that Lynn would die in Saint Square today, yet he hadn’t expected such a dramatic reversal to occur.

Fortunately, besides ordering Lynn’s assassination, he had another fallback plan.

However, it required him, the one operating from behind the scenes, to step forward and completely reverse public opinion.

“Everyone, please remain calm!”

The clergy accompanying him used a reprimand imbued with Transcendent power, instantly suppressing the commotion on the square.

Archbishop Connor slowly walked towards the judgment platform, with each step, his scepter struck the bluestone ground heavily, emitting a dull “thud…thud” sound.

This sound reverberated across the square like the prelude of the Divine, gradually synchronizing with the heartbeat of everyone present, making them unconsciously hold their breath and instantly quiet down.

When he reached the front of the stage, he humbly bowed to Saint Laurent VI, and after receiving the nod of approval, he slowly turned around, facing the countless citizens below the stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Bishop Connor’s voice echoed above the entire city, “The Holy Spirit Tree indeed revealed a miracle, showing us the truth of the incident.”

“Indeed, Lynn is not Amputator Burshman, many have misunderstood him, and he entered the fray, bearing infamy, ultimately willing to sacrifice his life to perish together with the King of Cruelty, to prevent disaster from sweeping across Glostit.”

“Such prowess is equally commendable, even worthy of praise!”

When Bishop Connor mentioned Lynn’s “entering the fray” and “willing to sacrifice his life,” the crowd even erupted into cheers.

Some young girls even hugged each other excitedly, tears welling up in their eyes, while old John paused his sewing machine, hope lighting up his wrinkled face.

“Even Bishop Connor says so, it seems Sir Lynn is about to be declared innocent?”

The citizens whispered, their voices full of anticipation.

However, just as everyone was eagerly waiting for Bishop Connor to declare Lynn innocent.

“But——”

“This does not mean we can easily trust a person laden with grave crimes.”

Bishop Connor suddenly raised his voice, his scepter striking the ground heavily. A visible shockwave spread from him, instantly silencing all voices.

“The Holy Tree Judgment also revealed another truth to us.” His voice suddenly turned cold, “During the judgment, we clearly saw there seems to be an unknown past between Lynn and that King of Cruelty.”

Bishop Connor intentionally slowed down his speech, each word carrying a heavy weight.

At the same time, the Holy Crystal Stone at the top of his scepter began to emit a gentle light, a “Faith Resonance” inherited from the Heavenly Principle Church for a thousand years, subtly influencing the emotions of the audience.

Under his incitement and influence, indeed some unrest arose in the crowd, with many beginning to question Lynn.

Bishop Connor was pleased with this scene, continuing, “Not only that, the incredible abilities Lynn displayed in battle, even I have never heard of.”

“I ask, how could a young man from a fallen noble family, without any Transcendent background, master so many forbidden powers?”

At this point, Saint Square was already abuzz with chatter.

Of course, these people were mainly loyal followers of the Heavenly Principle Church, for whom Bishop Connor himself was a representative of the Divine.

As for those who originally supported Lynn’s innocence, some still steadfastly supported him, unaffected, but some seemed to have wavered.

The atmosphere in the square gradually turned eerie. The supporters of Lynn looked at each other, their joy gradually replaced by confusion.

“What a cunning old fox.”

On the high platform, a trace of coldness flashed in Hillena’s eyes; she already guessed Bishop Connor’s intention was never to let Lynn off.

“That old thing!!!”

Aphaya and the others were so angry they were gnashing their teeth, wishing they could tear Bishop Connor to pieces.

Seeing Bishop Connor gradually leading the narrative astray, but Saint Laurent VI did not speak out to stop it, naturally, no one else dared to refute.

“Of course, none of the above is the most critical.”

“The most perplexing is——” Bishop Connor’s voice suddenly lowered, “Several months ago, on that night in the Soron Mountain Range, I knew Lynn was still a mere mortal. I am curious how he managed to survive the battle between the Creation Demon and the King of Cruelty, two High-dimensional Demons?”

This question was like a bucket of ice water, dousing the last spark of enthusiasm in the square.

Everyone held their breath, their eyes uniformly turning towards the young man who hadn’t yet stepped down from the judgment platform.

“That old undying thing, truly insidious.”

Lynn’s gaze met Bishop Connor’s, but he still appeared calm and composed.

He understood the lethal nature of this question better than anyone—any reasonable explanation would point towards that forbidden name, and if the existence of the Witch were exposed, not only would he be doomed, but it would also implicate all those associated with him, and even the sleeping Ivyst might be directly imprisoned by Saint Laurent VI.

“Lynn Bartleion.” Bishop Connor stepped forward, his scepter pointing straight at Lynn’s brow, “I demand that you, in front of the Holy Spirit Tree, His Majesty, and all the citizens of the city—answer this question!”

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