Chapter 108 Miss Witch, help me!!! - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

When Evester regained consciousness from the fluctuations of the spatial transference, she found herself at the foot of the Soren Mountains. Beside her, Afiya supported her with reddened eyes, seemingly suppressing a deep sorrow. It wasn’t just her; everyone around stood in silence, dazed, as if not yet recovered from the tremendous shock. After all, the final impression Lynn had left them was overwhelmingly impactful. He seemed like a solitary hero saving the world, sacrificing himself for a better ending for everyone. However, Evester did not exhibit the expected excitement or anger. The brief outburst of hysteria earlier seemed to have drained her of her last reserves of strength. Now, she simply stared blankly in the direction where Lynn had vanished, her outstretched hand still suspended mid-air, as if all her vitality had been suddenly extracted. Her once proud and resolute red eyes now appeared hollow and numbed, devoid of their usual brilliance. For some reason, a part of her longed to go back and find him. Yet, she found herself unable to summon even the slightest supernatural power. Even her legs had lost all sensation; taking a step forward was impossibility. “Your Highness?” Holding back her tears, Afiya cautiously probed, reluctant to bring any trouble to Her Highness the Princess. But Evester did not answer. Her usual decisive demeanor had vanished, leaving behind only a withered, lifeless form. “Stop right there!" At that moment, a somewhat wary voice called out not far away. The crowd looked up to see transcendents responsible for blockading the mountain range appearing before them. Judging from the insignias on their chests, they belonged to the Celestial Church. Morris stepped forward angrily, "Do you know who you're speaking to?!" “This is the dominion of Her Imperial Highness Yvesette Laurent Alexini of the Saint Lorain Empire. You’re just some church lackeys. Get out of the way!” However, his words didn’t seem to carry the expected intimidation. In fact, after Morris spoke, the transcendents of the Celestial Church exchanged a look and a mocking smile appeared in their eyes. "I'm sorry, we don’t recognize any princess. Our orders are clear: until the containment mission is completed, no living being is allowed to leave the Soren Mountains." The leader of the transcendents responded coldly. At his gesture, his subordinates drew their weapons. Tension escalated instantly. "Please return to the containment area,” the transcendent of the Celestial Church said indifferently to the glowering crowd. “Even if you intend to leave, you must wait until the church issues the command before you can safely depart—” Before he finished his sentence, another change occurred. Duke Tyrus was about to approach and teach the insubordinate lackeys a lesson. Being a fifth-tier legend, he never regarded those church lackeys with any significance. But before he could act, in the next moment, the leading transcendent’s eyes suddenly widened. “Bang—” With a muffled sound, a clump of black sludge exploded from his heart! With disbelief still lingering in his eyes, the transcendent looked down at his vacant chest, unable to comprehend what had happened. As a third-tier transcendent, he held a high position within the church, and after Bishop Mozel’s death, the second prince, Ferit, had appointed him as a temporary bishop. He never expected such a fate only days into his prominence. "Gasp—Gasp—” Under the onlookers' amazed stares, he stumbled forward a few steps. Then, with a "thud," he collapsed into the ground, lifeless. "You—” Witnessing this puzzling display, Duke Tyrus was dumbfounded. He hadn’t even made a move yet, so why had this fellow just fallen? But it wasn’t over. As if some mysterious will was paving the way for them or seeking to accomplish a trial set by some great entity. Following successive sounds of hearts bursting, over one hundred transcendents of the Celestial Church seemed simultaneously imploded by some mysterious force, their expressions frozen. Not even managing a sound, they toppled like cut wheat, falling over in succession. Blood spread like a lake. In mere moments, all the Celestial Church’s transcendents were bizarrely slaughtered before everyone's eyes. Greya, as if sensing something, turned his wide eyes back. Even though the entire mountain range was collapsing, with the ground shaking and the boy's figure no longer visible. He knew very well, this was undoubtedly that guy’s work. Swiftly wiping out all the transcendents of the Celestial Church. Lynn, was this also part of your scheme? In Orun City. At this instant, the sprawling city was filled with panic-stricken crowds and wails. After the eruption of that unexplainable force, most of the city's inhabitants seemed cursed, spewing black sludge as they fell limp to the ground. It was as if their life forces were leaving their bodies with the black sludge. For the ordinary citizens accustomed to peace, this bizarre and terrifying supernatural phenomenon was undoubtedly a shattering of their worldview. Though they believed in gods, they had never witnessed miracles. Yet in the end, it was this demon-like catastrophic disaster that descended upon them first. Moreover, as time passed, the sludge appearing to hold life underwent transformation. From the black mire flowing through the streets emerged horrifying black figures, initiating indiscriminate slaughter on all living beings. Within moments, the entire city was engulfed in chaos and flames. Countless innocent people perished under the inexplicable calamity. Although the churches deployed their sealing tools to create safe and isolated zones around the cathedrals, for the city of Orun with over 800,000 population, it was merely a drop in the bucket. In the midst of this perilous crisis, an unexpected figure stepped forward. At the central civic square. At this moment, accompanied by an unfolding invisible barrier, a silver-haired young man dressed in opulent attire was heading towards a podium amidst the throngs of citizens. His hands were clasped behind his back, his expression cold and authoritative. Ferit remained in Orun City against the instinct to flee because he awaited this very moment. To him, whether people respected or feared him ordinarily was inconsequential. However, the Holy Oak Institution’s king selection criteria did place significant weight on public opinion. Hence, if he could leverage the chaos Evester had caused to perform some feasible good deeds, why not? He had coincidentally brought a high-grade sealing artifact to Orun City, offering sanctuary to numerous survivors within. Looking out at the tens of thousands gathering in the civic square and surrounding streets, feeling their eyes filled with awe and post-calamity relief, the second prince Ferit stood expressionless. This incident would widely spread his name across Orun City and the surrounding regions. The people would remember his benevolence, making him the ultimate victor in this disaster. That was enough. With amplification magic, he took a deep breath, then raised his voice slightly, "You must remember my benevolence and always keep in mind that it is the second prince of the Saint Lorain Empire, Fer—” But at the critical moment, an unforeseen development arose again. As his words were about to fall, a voice suddenly echoed resounding over the entire city! “People, remember, it is not the lofty gods who have saved you from calamity, but the third princess of the Saint Lorain Empire, Yvesette Laurent Alexini.” “She has declared that such foulness should not exist in this world.” Thus, heaven and earth were completely renewed. In an instant, the heavy leaden clouds that had enveloped the city dissipated, and the last rays of sun once again bathed the earth. On the city streets, the grotesque creatures that had emerged from the black mire suddenly collapsed, and the pervasive black sludge seemed to be summoned by an invisible force, retreating like a receding tide. Those fortunate enough to have survived the disaster stood in stunned silence, unable to utter a word amidst the wreckage surrounding them. After a brief pause, they finally came to their senses and burst into tears, overwhelmed by having narrowly escaped death. Simultaneously, a name they had never heard before was indelibly etched into their hearts. Yvesette Laurent Alexini. “Apologies, got distracted by something else for a moment.” Feeling the constant tumult in the spiritual realm, Lynn, returning to his senses, smiled and spoke. At this moment, looking at him clutching a pair of black stockings, the Creation Demon perceived him as utterly insane. If not a madman, who would pull out a woman’s stockings at such a critical moment? A mocking glint flashed in the Creation Demon’s venomous eyes. “Do you plan to wear that thing and dance for me, hoping to amuse a demon to death?” Having recovered from the attacks of the Thorn Crown, after relentless plundering and assault, the Creation Demon had regained much control over Lynn’s body. Though diminished in rank, it was not something a mere first-tier brat could defy. Holding on this far was impressive, yet the disparity in power couldn’t be bridged. “What are you saying?” Lynn seemed a bit unhappy, “A lady’s authentic stockings are, of course, to be used.” He chuckled. Gazing at the youth, who seemed to have lost all reason, the Creation Demon decided not to waste words on him. In the spiritual realm, it launched one final, overpowering assault on Lynn’s soul, intending to obliterate his consciousness completely. In reality, Lynn, however, manipulated the body to execute an action entirely unforeseen by the demon. Clutching the stockings tightly, he brought them tremblingly before his face with a solemn expression, as if conducting some mysterious ritual. Suddenly, he buried his whole face into them, taking a deep breath. How vile? The last thing he wished to do before death was this? Even the Creation Demon was shocked by his move. Yet Lynn seized that fleeting opportunity, immediately controlling his body to let out one last cry from his soul. It was a protest against an unfair fate and an act of defiance against the Creation Demon. But as the words formed on his lips, they turned into a different kind of delivery. “Miss Witch!” “Save! Me! Please!!!!!!" “Boom—” In the next moment, an enormous, infinite force shattered the barriers of time and space, causing the space behind Lynn to fracture, forming a dark, unknown time-space passage. A powerful and familiar force pulled him in, his eyes showing a hint of surprise. Unlike prior soul traversals. This time, even his physical body was sucked into the pitch-black time-space tunnel under the force, disappearing completely. A speeding carriage raced down the chaotic street. Inside, Afiya silently wiped her tears beside Her Highness the Princess. Evester’s pale hands were clutched tightly together, her once tender skin unknowingly scratched raw by her nails, blood seeping everywhere. Yet she seemed unaware of the pain, her hollow eyes fixed on the patterns inside the carriage. Afiya felt a bad premonition rising within her. For as long as she’d followed Her Highness, she had witnessed many adversities and setbacks, yet none had ever defeated her. Evester’s goals had always remained steadfast, unchanged despite mockery, like an indelible mark in her heart. But now, Afiya could not sense even that conviction within Her Highness. She couldn’t allow Her Highness to continue like this. Something terrifying would undoubtedly occur if things went on! As this thought arose, Afiya tried to say something to Evester, to capture her attention. But at that moment, a familiar voice suddenly resounded throughout the entire city. “Remember, it is not the exalted deities who delivered you from disaster but the third princess of the Saint Lorain Empire, Yvesette Laurent Alexini.” It’s that rogue! Afiya’s tears fell unchecked. She knew very well the fate that awaited him—a fate no one wanted to acknowledge, much less speak aloud. Yet, as Lynn’s voice echoed once more, Afiya collapsed. Until the very end of his existence, was he still trying to help Her Highness fulfill her dream? Afiya instinctively turned to Her Highness. Upon hearing those words, the hollow and lifeless Evester finally showed a reaction. Her body shuddered. It wasn’t joy from hearing Lynn’s voice again. Quite the opposite. After those words, she could no longer sense his life force through the mark left on his chest. The whole process felt like a silent, secretive farewell. In an instant, Evester experienced a dizzying vertigo, and with a “wah,” she vomited a mouthful of blood, then fainted completely. Pushing recommendations for my friends’ book here, for those interested, check it out!