Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 11: The Being Despised by All Life

Evester had never experienced anything beautiful in her life.

This seemed to be foreshadowed from the day she was born.

Her mother died in painful childbirth, her eyes unclosed even at the end.

Not only that, but every newborn in the imperial capital born that same night died silently.

The moment they saw her, people were filled with fear.

An infant should symbolize purity and innocence.

Yet they saw clear, dark, and evil markings growing on her face.

Those marks, like a curse, were deeply imprinted on her skin.

Anyone who saw the curse mark felt an instinctual fear and loathing that rose from their soul.

Some who were weak-willed would faint just by approaching her.

The clergy from the Divine Order once examined her.

They prophesied before Saint Roland VI, stating that from birth, this third Princess of the empire was destined to be abandoned by the gods, her very existence was the source of evil and fear, and she would bring a disastrous calamity to all.

This curse mark was known as “Malice,” a curse embodying all the world’s evil and filth.

Every being born in this world would feel a deep-rooted aversion and rejection the moment they saw her.

According to tradition, Evester, still in her swaddling clothes, should have been sent to the Inquisition for execution.

But in the end, Saint Roland VI spared her.

Yet, she had taken his beloved wife’s life, and so, even though he was her father, he never showed Evester a kind face.

In her memories, Saint Roland VI always treated her differently than her siblings, scolding and striking her often.

It seemed no one had ever loved her.

Evester knew this from a very young age.

The servants around her would smile at her with fear, yet behind her back, they openly called her a “monster,” their disdain unmistakable.

Her playmates never stayed long—if they weren’t dead, they had gone insane.

Gradually, she came to understand that her mere existence in this world was a mistake.

Because of the curse, no living being in this world could ever love her.

At most, they would fear her destructive power.

Yet, this life was given to her by her mother, and Evester didn’t want to abandon it so easily.

So after careful consideration, on her coming-of-age day, in front of the public, she made an announcement.

She would participate in the Succession Ceremony, competing for the throne alongside the other eight princes and princesses.

Evester felt a faint premonition—or rather, a hope.

She thought that if she could become the next Emperor of Saint Roland, transforming this world to be less ugly, where everyone could live in beauty and hope, perhaps people’s perception of her would change. ṟἁℕồ𝐁Εʂ

This idea, naturally, was laughed off by everyone.

How could a woman regarded as a harbinger of disaster and a demon rightfully ascend to that position?

But Evester didn’t care about their opinions.

On top of that, from that day forward, she wore a mask, permanently concealing her appearance.

Ironically, her mother had once been the most beautiful woman in the entire capital.

But in the end, she became someone who dared not reveal her true face.

To her, the “Malice” curse on her face and the immense power she possessed since birth were not a mark of honor, but rather a source of shame and scars.

Because of her noble status, wearing the mask somewhat lessened her impact on those around her.

Gradually, some people even began to pledge loyalty to her.

But no one dared to bring up words like “appearance” or “looks” in front of her.

They all knew that the curse mark on her face had long been a sore spot for the Princess.

Who would dare to rip open her wound?

If anyone did, it would be a death wish.

So, the moment Lynn recklessly removed Evester’s mask, a long-repressed shame and anger, so intense it almost took physical form, surged in her heart.

“You… want to die!!!”

She had a bit of admiration for this down-and-out youth from the Bartleon family.

As he’d pointed out, her subordinates’ skills were indeed average, far inferior to those of her siblings.

Over the years, she’d developed a growing desire for capable allies to support her.

Many things couldn’t be accomplished by strength alone.

So, upon meeting Lynn, she’d experienced a rare feeling of “appreciation.”

But anyone who crossed her bottom line had only one outcome.

Death.

As power surged within her, countless blood-red thorns, as if in sync with her inner fury, burst from the ground, surging toward the figure before her like a tidal wave.

Human life was so fragile.

Someone as ordinary as him would shatter with just a bit of force.

Just as Evester was about to use his life to cleanse her shame, a weak voice suddenly reached her ears.

“So beautiful…”

The thorns halted right at the surface of Lynn’s body.

Evester’s hand froze.

“What… did you say?”

Hearing that unfamiliar word, Evester’s thoughts came to a standstill.

Beautiful?

What was beautiful?

The carriage? The thorns? The night?

Or… was he referring to her?

Sensing Lynn’s gaze on her face, the answer was obvious.

Evester took a deep breath.

She looked into Lynn’s bright blue eyes, trying to find fear or disgust in his gaze.

Even the slightest hint of hesitation would make her crush him without mercy.

Yet, whether due to his intense focus or the toxins on the blood-red thorns affecting him, his spirit seemed a bit hazy.

Either way, none of the negative emotions she was accustomed to detecting from others appeared.

Instead, she found a hint of… fascination?

Ridiculous.

Clearly… every living being born in this world should feel nothing but revulsion at the sight of her face.

So, what was this?

For the first time, Evester felt an overwhelming sense of confusion.

The anger and shame that had filled her moments ago had vanished without a trace.

In its place was a feeling that left her perplexed.

“Hey, make yourself clear!”

She grabbed Lynn by his collar, raising her voice slightly.

But he had fallen asleep at some point, a faint snore escaping his lips.

Damn it, no sleeping! I haven’t finished questioning you!

Evester regretted her impulsive actions just now, her frustration growing.

After a long while, she waved her hand lightly.

The raging thorns that had torn up the manor’s lawn shattered into countless glimmering fragments of transcendent power, fading with the wind.

Then, the elderly maid who had previously left returned.

Her indifferent expression remained unchanged, and she didn’t spare Lynn a glance.

“Your Highness, should I dispose of him?”

The maid bowed.

“…”

Evester remained silent, tossing the person in her hand toward her.

The maid nodded, preparing to leave and make this nuisance vanish from the world.

But the next second, she heard a hesitant voice from behind.

“Send him to the lab. Let Milanie handle it… no, just do your best to keep him alive.”

“Yes, Your Highness.”

The elderly maid, facing away from her, was visibly surprised by the command. She looked at Lynn with a rare hint of astonishment.

Then, she dragged him off toward the underground prison once more.