The Third Princess’s full name is Viki Rose.
At 18 years old, she is a student at the prestigious Magic Academy in Destiny World, currently on a leave of absence.
From a young age, Viki has been deeply fascinated by mental magic, dismissing other fields like elemental magic, spatial magic, gravity magic, and so on.
When asked why she doesn’t study those, her answer is always blunt: “I don’t like them.”
Because of her single-minded focus on mental magic, Viki reached level 40 at a young age, positioning her to potentially become the youngest Grand Mental Mage in history.
This expertise allowed her to effortlessly hypnotize Aiya.
Viki personally removed Aiya’s heavy armor, laying her flat on the ground.
“Shi Qianla said you were fighting a succubus that day… but after ten years of studying mental magic, how could I not see through it? Resisting a succubus’s charm wouldn’t cause such intense mental fluctuations.”
She stood astride Aiya’s waist, her long legs parted, hands behind her back, her plump, rounded hips slightly raised.
Her waist bent nearly 90 degrees with remarkable flexibility as she gazed down at Aiya’s resolute, heroic face.
“The Mental Imprint isn’t just for monitoring your mind. It also lets me, to some extent, feel what you feel. And back then, I sensed it—a dark, fallen aura tormenting you. Even your steadfast, holy soul couldn’t help but wail in agony.”
Viki slowly closed her eyes, her blood-red hair cascading like a waterfall, magically gathering into four flexible, tentacle-like braids.
The braids writhed and pressed against Aiya’s temples.
As magic flowed through the strands, streams of mental energy surged like a rushing river, flooding into Aiya’s mind.
“Mental Connection.”
The moment the words left her lips, Viki felt her consciousness expand, as if she were swimming in a vast ocean of the mind.
At the center of this ocean lay a valiant holy knight—Aiya.
Viki drifted closer, her face calm and confident.
“Let this princess see just what kind of torment you’ve endured…”
***
Ten minutes later.
“Hah… hah…”
Viki collapsed to the ground, her ample hips flattening like a pancake, her body drenched in fragrant sweat.
Her once-sleek red hair clung to her cheeks and neck, matted with sweat, exuding a disheveled yet captivating beauty.
“Why… why is it like this…?” she muttered, bewildered.
“There’s definitely something wrong with Aiya’s mind… but why can’t I find it?”
Mental magic was already a niche field, and those willing to study it as diligently as Viki were even rarer.
She had always been confident in her mastery of it.
Yet now, she felt an unprecedented sense of failure.
“Where did that dark, fallen aura go?!”
Viki clenched her fists and pounded the floor, utterly perplexed.
Just then, the door creaked open. Shi Qianla, now dressed in a light green nightgown and ready for bed, stepped in, looking puzzled.
“Your Highness, are you still worried about Aiya?”
“I’m worried because I have absolute faith in my magic,” Viki said, gritting her teeth. “That dark, fallen aura is real.”
Aiya was the Judgment Church’s assigned bodyguard to Viki, a symbol of her alliance with the church and a key asset in her bid for the throne.
She couldn’t afford to lose control of such a powerful ally.
“I didn’t sense any dark, fallen aura at all,” Shi Qianla said, casually swinging her plump, pale thighs.
“In fact, I think Aiya’s mental state is better than ever.”
“Better?” Viki frowned. “You’re saying her mental issues might be a good thing?”
“Exactly,” Shi Qianla nodded.
“Remember when Aiya first arrived? She was like a dimwit. Give her two flavors of lollipops to choose from, and she’d hesitate forever. That never improved, even until she left.”
“That’s because she suffered trauma as a child, shaping her personality. Even my psychological suggestions couldn’t change her.”
“But she’s different now,” Shi Qianla said, leaning down to pinch Aiya’s toned, athletic thigh.
“When I told her to return to the Royal Capital immediately, she refused and chose to stay with the Priest Hero.”
Viki’s brows furrowed. “You mean…?”
“Aiya, who never had an ounce of independence, made her own decision for once. Between Your Highness and the Priest Hero, she chose the Priest Hero.”
A person with no agency suddenly gained resolve after meeting that white-haired, curvy girl.
What kind of magic did that Priest Hero have?
Viki’s eyes narrowed, and she let out a cold huff. “The Priest Hero… the problem must lie with her.”
“Maybe,” Shi Qianla said, her fingers mimicking a kneading motion.
“Also, the Priest Hero’s thighs are so soft and tender. With that chest of hers, I bet—”
“I didn’t ask you to grope her thighs,” Viki snapped, glaring. “Did you give her the thing?”
“Of course,” Shi Qianla said with a smile.
“I gave her completely false intel on the slime nest. If she follows it, she’ll be toyed with by slimes until she’s straight out of a hentai.”
Shi Qianla genuinely wanted to work with Bai Yue Ling, but she couldn’t defy Viki’s orders.
Viki nodded.
“That’s not enough. Send someone to give the correct intel to Xueyu. Make sure they clear it first. I don’t want to see the Priest Hero’s name on the global announcement for Otherworld Travelers tomorrow.”
Due to Aiya’s mental fluctuations, Viki now saw Bai Yue Ling as a potential enemy.
And for enemies, the best approach was to crush them completely.
“What about Aiya?” Shi Qianla asked helplessly. “Since you’re so sure her mind’s been tampered with, don’t we need a solution?”
Viki pondered for a moment, her gaze turning cold.
“We’ll have to brainwash her. Brainwashing will not only alter her consciousness but also let me peer into her memories. I need to see what she’s been through these past few days.”
“…Your Highness, that’s not a good idea.”
Shi Qianla glanced at the unconscious Aiya, shaking her head with pity.
Brainwashing was an extremely domineering form of mental magic.
Those subjected to it would lose their sense of self, becoming like puppets for Viki to manipulate.
In some ways, brainwashing was even more sinister than Dark Fall.
Though Shi Qianla didn’t particularly like the somewhat dim-witted Aiya, she didn’t want to see her lose her identity.
So, she reasoned logically, “Aiya is a Chosen of the Goddess of Judgment. Brainwashing her would be like poaching from the Goddess herself, and you’d face divine punishment.”
“Hmm… you’re right. I was too hasty,” Viki said after a pause.
“In that case, the Priest Hero’s influence on her mind can’t be too severe. If it were, the Goddess of Judgment would have noticed.”
“Exactly,” Shi Qianla agreed. “With the Goddess’s power, the Priest Hero would’ve been struck dead ten thousand times by now.”
As she spoke, Shi Qianla sighed inwardly.
She remembered Viki as once being gentle and kind, treating Aiya like a friend.
Back then, brainwashing would’ve been unthinkable for her.
But earlier this year, after Viki left the Royal Capital for a trip, something seemed to have shaken her.
She’d grown colder and more ruthless.
Was it the Queen’s worsening illness, intensifying the pressure of the throne’s competition?
Shi Qianla couldn’t figure out what had changed Viki. For now, she could only do her best to protect Aiya.
Speaking of which, why was Viki so obsessed with mental magic?
Shi Qianla thought for a moment, then recalled something from over a decade ago, when Viki was still a child.
Shi Qianla had lost a book—a hentai doujin themed around “hypnosis magic.”
To this day, she still hadn’t found it.
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