Chapter 127 Sorry, I'm Miss Witch's - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

A duel that traverses the vast river of time exists solely in fantasy, rarely achievable. Even though Evester is as formidable as a monster, right now, she is just a patient who needs a wheelchair for mobility. The terrifying aura that lingered briefly from their earlier encounter gradually dissipated with the passage of time. In the dimly lit room, everything began to quiet down. However, Lynn's plan had not yet concluded. Tonight, he intended to completely cure Evester's psychological ailments. "What kind of person is she?" After a long silence, Evester asked in a voice tinged with a subtle tremble. Her fair, delicate hands were tightly clenched, revealing her inner turmoil. "She is the future you, a goddess, both beautiful and powerful." Lynn lay across Evester's lap, gently stroking her soft palm. "And not only that, she saved me, who was possessed by two great demons, from the brink of death." "When you consider it, you seem quite similar to the future witch in many ways, especially the color of your hair." "Every time I see you calm down, I can’t help but think of her." "Of course, there are subtle differences in your demeanor and gaze, and notably the curse mark on your face; the future you seems to have lifted its effects and become..." "Shut up!" Evester suddenly covered her face, bowing her head deeply, and screamed, almost hysterical. She forcefully pushed Lynn's hand away, as if wanting him to be as far away as possible. But in the next moment, Evester seemed to fall into a splintered state, pulling him into an embrace, murmuring hypnotically. "You are mine, you will always be mine. No one can take you away from me." She softly bit Lynn's cheek and ear with her pristine teeth, her breath hot and sweet, marking him with kisses. It seemed this was the only way to forcibly brand him as her own. Yet unknowingly, a tear glistened down Evester's cheek. Her breath trembled as if she wished to forget all that happened tonight, hoping that when she awoke tomorrow, her adorable little puppy would be by her bedside, awaiting her affection. "I'm sorry, Your Highness." Sensing the overwhelming anxiety from the woman, Lynn wanted to give her a hug. Yet now was not the time for such actions. Suppressing feelings of guilt of unknown origin, he steeled himself. This alone was insufficient. To completely destroy the sickness within Evester, there was only one path. To evoke her twisted jealousy and possessiveness. By allowing a powerful being far beyond her as an imagined adversary, it would instill in her a sense of crisis and the drive to move forward, aiding her return to the stately and majestic princess she once was. Of course, this gamble risked utterly destroying both him and her. But Lynn could wait no longer. He could only resort to this extreme measure. At this moment, amidst Evester’s struggling and shaking, a recording magic stone suddenly fell from her arms. Lynn instinctively picked up the stone. In the next moment, a light curtain slowly appeared in mid-air. It showed him in agony, seated on a chair of torment. It seemed Milanie had taken this footage while he was unconscious. Next time, he would definitely need to give her a good spanking for this. Lynn thought silently. Staring at the scene of himself, muttering something with a twisted expression, he frowned and fell silent. However, Evester clung to it as though it were her final lifeline: "Look, look!" "This is what happened before you lost your memory!" "Listen closely! Whose name are you calling?" Lynn gazed at the scene. "Your Highness." Through clenched teeth and pain-filled voice, the young man called out that name. Evester's crimson eyes lit up with a flicker of joy, as she tightly grasped Lynn's hand, intertwining their fingers. But in the next instant, the young man on the screen uttered another vague term. It should have been indistinct, unnoticeable under normal circumstances. But after all that had transpired, the meaning was clear to both of them. "Witch... Lady." In that moment, Evester felt her heart cease beating, followed by a sharp pain akin to needles, stalling her breath. What unfolded before her eyes spoke of only one truth. He and that woman might have known each other long before she came into the picture. Perhaps even predating her involvement. Blood slowly dripped from where Evester's nails had broken her skin. Seeing this, Lynn knew it was time to deliver the night's heaviest and most devastating blow. "Your Highness seems to always see me as your pet?" He suddenly spoke in a gentle voice, "But I'm sorry, I am a living human, not a mere little dog to be toyed with." "In this regard, I hope you can understand." "Shut up!" Evester didn't want to hear him speak to her in that tone, instinctively reaching out to cover his mouth. "Don't say anymore." "Let's just pretend none of tonight ever happened... okay?" Her breath came ragged and trembling, her voice tinged with a tone of pleading. She no longer held the dignity and poise of the villainous princess, appearing as a lost little girl who had misplaced a precious item. Yet Lynn ignored her current resistance. Like a heartless executioner, he delivered the final verdict to Evester's nearly collapsed soul. "In the end, even if I were a dog." "That would make me the Witch's dog." In the pantheon. There, the Witch was bound by chains, seated as always at the base of the central dais, quietly reading the book laid across her lap. Her demeanor was cold and unyielding, like an eternal glacier that could not be thawed. No matter how intense the emotions, they could not provoke a reaction from her, as if divinity had supplanted all else in her being. Logically, this should have been the case. But at a certain moment, her crimson eyes suddenly lost focus for an instant, seemingly captivated by a memory image projected across a span of millennia. The accidental reveal of a confused expression, and her slightly accelerated breathing, indicated the turbulence within her. Moments later, she closed her eyes, as if to conceal her current unsettled state, lifting the book from her lap to gently shield her face. No one knows how long it was. In the eternally silent hall, a whisper could faintly be heard. "How endearing."