Chapter 126 When a woman gets ruthless, she will even kill herself - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Lynn actually understood the reasoning behind the princess's use of poison. She wanted to test him, to see if he would still keep her in his heart after losing his memory. After all, without her proud strength and seeing her beloved pet lose the memory of her, these two things ignited the anxiety and unease that Evester had been suppressing for many years. Since these emotions had never been released in front of others, they erupted at this moment, transforming her into a worrisome and frighteningly obsessed figure. That's why she kept him confined to the bed, attending to him closely at all times, fearing that he might disappear from her life once again. However, understanding does not equate to approval. Being locked in the room for so many days, Lynn's mood had reached its limit of irritation. It wasn't dissatisfaction with this lifestyle; it was the stagnation of time and fate. If they continued to waste time like this, the future would become unchangeable. This was especially unfair to the witch. Every passing second diminished her chances of survival. This was, ultimately, a weak and escapist approach. By right, it shouldn't have appeared in the dignified and commanding Evester. Having read the original story, he couldn't fathom that the tyrannical and domineering villain princess would one day become so pathologically obsessed over a man. So, Lynn chose to confront her. She was deeply ill, and only a drastic approach could pull her back from her obsessive mental world into reality. Looking at Evester in the wheelchair, Lynn smiled gently and linked fingers with her, as if they were sweet lovers. Yet, in Evester's crimson eyes, there was an unprecedented bewilderment. "What did you say?" She stared blankly at the hand Lynn was holding, instinctively questioning. "I said, I have seen your future." Lynn gently brushed aside the snow-white hair hanging by her ear. "The Endwitch, Evester." Endwitch? For some reason, hearing that title made Evester momentarily dazed. She shook her head absurdly. "Don't joke with your master, just obediently go back to bed." Saying this, she seemed to brush off the topic, intending to wheel him back to his bed and fasten the shackles again. However, Lynn remained motionless. In the next instant, familiar power fluctuations emanated from his body, unleashing a hazy crimson light! Evester turned sharply, dumbfounded by the power radiating from Lynn, which should have belonged to her. This power had been with her since birth, never found in anyone else. Yet tonight, she sensed it clearly from her pet. Watching the boy glow red, Evester felt a suffocating heaviness in her chest. The power she wielded might have unclear origins, but she knew it was a terrifying authority from the Age of Chaos. At present, in her state as a semi-divine being of the sixth rank, she lacked the ability to respond to followers' prayers. Thus, the divine element in Lynn wasn't from her. Or rather, not something she could currently grant. But meeting the future self? Evester clenched her slender hands tightly, hidden within her sleeve, and her wrists trembled ever so slightly. An unprecedented feeling of fear and oppression overwhelmed her. Could it be that the brand on her pet's neck and the bite marks on his shoulder were also healed by her? Why... Why do something like this? In an instant, a notion crossed Evester's mind, and an uncontrollable fury flashed in her eyes. "Still don't believe me?" Seeing her reaction, Lynn gently lifted her finger to his forehead. "Your Highness, close your eyes and feel it." With that, he activated the ability the witch had once granted him, the [Endwitch's Chosen]. Although this ability was passive, it served as an anchor point linking him and the Endwitch, encompassing her essence of power. If anyone could sense something, it would be Her Highness. In a flash, a deep tremor from her soul surged through Evester! Evester recalled vividly that when the core trait of the wishing jar was about to enter her body, she had seen a vision. A grand hall, the seals of the gods, a white-haired woman in chains, and serene, calm eyes paired with a solitary tragic outcome. She had thought it an imagined scene from her mind drifting into slumber. She never expected the same scene to reappear before her again. Feeling the gaze that transcended the river of time, Evester bit her lip, with threads of blood slowly seeping out. Thinking back, ever since her pet returned, he behaved as if he had forgotten his owner. Originally, she assumed his mind had fallen under the influence of a demon. But now, it seemed that might not be the case. Surely, she had meddled somehow! That damned woman, what have you done to my precious pet?! Instantly, overwhelming possessiveness and jealousy coursed through her heart. Evester's expression turned icy cold and furious, with a hidden yet terrifying aura blossoming from her once frail body, as if some ancient and powerful being was on the verge of awakening within her. Using the anchor of the Endwitch's Chosen as a tether in the river of time, her eyes, glowing with crimson, fixated on the cold, restrained figure within the great hall. At this moment, Evester did not realize that the future Endwitch was indeed herself. She simply regarded the woman who had tampered with her beloved pet as the greatest adversary. She intended to curse her to death!!! Enveloping her target with a wave of overwhelming power like thorns. Yet, she ultimately forgot that she was still in a weakened state. Thus, the fearsome power that made Lynn's heart pound flashed only briefly before collapsing into nothingness, dissipating like an illusion. In the next breath, energy exhausted, Evester saw the scene within the river of time shatter, and her consciousness returned to reality. Overusing her power, she reflexively covered her mouth and began to cough lightly. Pale-faced, eyes reddened, she appeared heartbreakingly fragile. For a moment, a chilling silence prevailed. Noticing the lingering terrifying aura in the air, Lynn remained silent. Terrifying woman. She's so ruthless she dared to attempt to kill herself. Absolutely unbelievable. Sensing the faint discontent from the Endwitch's Chosen mark, the witch seemingly wished to cross paths with her past self. Lynn discreetly wiped away some sweat. Clearly, neither of these women was someone easy to deal with.