Chapter 151

“Your brother is just cuter, isn’t he?”

As soon as the word “sister-in-law” slipped out, a thick silence fell over the room.

Her Highness the Princess’s attendants gaped wide-eyed, their mouths agape like they could fit an egg inside.

It was as if they had just heard some outrageous tale.

Oh brother, what have you done?

The closest, Greya, looked at Eleanor with astonishment, then turned to Lynn in the distance, a hint of pity in his eyes.

What’s going on?

Eleanor felt a tightness in her chest seeing their expressions.

The menacing aura that had engulfed her moments ago had vanished.

Did I say something wrong again?

In an instant, the little girl found herself in a perplexing dilemma, questioning her life choices.

Fortunately, a second later, she felt a pair of cool, delicate hands grasp her wrist and pull her gently into an embrace, wafting the refreshing scent of roses to her nose.

Lost in the soft, warm embrace of Her Highness the Princess, Eleanor momentarily went blank.

“Looking at you this way, you two really do resemble each other,” Ivyst cooed, cupping her little face and gently stroking it. “But honestly, your brother is still the cuter one.”

Surprisingly, Eleanor didn’t feel anger or annoyance at this statement; she just couldn’t grasp the current situation and unconsciously replied, “Yeah, my brother’s the best.”

“Mm-hmm.”

Ivyst’s lips curled into a small smile, nodding in approval.

The resemblance between the siblings was so striking that it gave her the bizarre illusion of cupping a female version of Lynn.

The atmosphere turned distinctly awkward.

Luckily, a moment later, the deep voice of Sixth Saint Roland rang out like a church bell, echoing through the entire Political Discussion Hall.

“Lynn Bartleon, do you know your crime?”

The authoritative question made Eleanor involuntarily shiver, suddenly realizing her brother seemed to be in danger.

The uproar had reached this point primarily due to her.

If it weren’t for her, perhaps her brother wouldn’t have had to kill so many people.

Fear crept into Eleanor’s eyes.

She instinctively turned to Ivyst, who was still holding her: “Sister-in-law, do you think my brother will be…”

For some reason, after hearing “sister-in-law,” Eleanor felt as if the strange older sister slightly shivered and a hint of blush crept onto her face.

Just as she pondered this, a few coughs echoed from behind Her Highness.

Eleanor looked up to see several young attendants, fists clenched against their mouths, wearing odd expressions, as if they were holding back laughter.

Upon this, Ivyst gently pinched her little nose: “Don’t worry, your brother is quite capable.”

Everything happening was already within their expectations.

So Ivyst appeared particularly relaxed.

Hearing the authoritative words from the high platform, Lynn waited for a moment, then shook his head.

At that moment, Sixth Saint Roland, crowned and staff in hand, radiated a pale golden glow, looking solemn and supreme.

Unfortunately, having read the original story, Lynn knew full well.

This emperor was likely just a stand-in.

His real self was probably still near the Saint Spirit Tree, but this was a highly confidential matter, nearly no one knew, not even the princes and princesses.

But still, appearances had to be maintained.

Lynn knelt on one knee, his expression serious: “Your Majesty, what crime have I committed?”

“Hmph.”

Sixth Saint Roland huffed coldly, then turned to Marquis Mosgra and his ward, Eunice.

“Lord Fred, care to explain?” The emperor didn’t show the anticipated fury.

Or perhaps, to him, Lynn was just a minor character, not worth his anger.

Upon hearing this, Mosgra, who had been eyeing him earlier, suddenly transformed into a seasoned actor.

When he raised his eyes again, his look, once sharp as a hawk’s, became cloudy, resembling a gnarled elder on the brink of death.

Unexpectedly, the anticipated aggression was absent.

Instead, cradling his sobbing granddaughter, Marquis Mosgra fell silent for a moment, then sighed gently.

“Your Majesty, this incident today is ultimately my old man’s fault,” the elderly man in military uniform humbly stated. “If I hadn’t indulged and pampered this granddaughter, she wouldn’t have acted so foolishly.”

As these words settled, the entire venue fell into silence.

Everyone cast astonished glances at Marquis Mosgra, bewildered as to why he had stepped back before the emperor, opting to soften his stance toward the youth.

Even Lynn cast a glance at him, a hint of contemplation in his eyes.

Holy smokes!

Sixth Saint Roland seemed puzzled, frowning: “Lord Fred, we’re discussing the crimes of this Lynn. What does it have to do with you?”

Upon hearing this, Marquis Mosgra shook his head: “Your Majesty, I am already aware of the details.”

“From my understanding of Eunice, she likely had good intentions but ended up doing something bad,” Mosgra sighed. “Though her aim may have just been to help a former ally family, she indeed acted by sending servants to the Bartleon house.”

“And my old friend’s son just returned from the borders, having experienced quite a bit over the past year. Plus, with some misunderstandings, it’s quite normal for him to harbor anger needing an outlet. I can understand.”

“So regarding what happened at the Royal Extraordinary Academy today, the Mosgra Family won’t pursue it.”

Saying this, Marquis Mosgra bowed.

At his words, a flicker of intrigue flashed in Sixth Saint Roland’s eyes.

In this moment, many began to understand and comprehend the deeper meaning behind the old man’s actions.

After Eunice’s embellished recounting, they gathered an approximation of the truth of the matter.

In simple terms, the Mosgra Family was clearly at fault.

Sending servants to other noble houses? Minimally, that’s bullying; maximally, it’s an infringement of noble rights.

Even if the Bartleon Family has fallen, if this escalated to court, involving Sealed Items to uncover the truth, Eunice wouldn’t escape unscathed.

Moreover, while Lynn did kill, he was exceedingly precise.

Ultimately, he only targeted those servants sent into their home.

Saying goodbye to one hundred or even one thousand of them meant little to the nobility.

Thus, Marquis Mosgra understood well.

Attempting to take Lynn down with this incident was impossible.

Especially since the kid now had the protection of the third princess, who had just returned from the borders, basking in glory. Anyone with half a brain wouldn’t dare poke her.

So, Marquis Mosgra chose to step back, letting the vast sea open up.

Moreover, he shamelessly twisted Eunice’s strong-arm tactics into “good intentions gone awry.”

In an instant, various thoughts crossed the minds of those present, feeling this old geezer was on another level.

Sadly, given their understanding of the Mosgra Family’s vendetta, they knew this matter likely wouldn’t end simply.

If this excuse couldn’t harm Lynn, why not come up with a more threatening proposition?

And sure enough.

In the next moment, Marquis Mosgra straightened his previously hunched back, and those previously murky eyes suddenly gained a sharper glint.

“But since Your Majesty wishes to discuss the crimes of this old friend’s son, I, this swiftly aging old man, also have some words to share.”