Chapter 132 Ivester at Full Firing - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

No matter from which angle Evester compared herself, she couldn't measure up to her future self. This was an objective fact that she was unwilling to admit. However, is it certain that a flawed product can’t surpass a perfect one? That notion doesn’t exist in this world. Only love is blind and unreasonable, rather than predestined. This was the thought brought to her by "The Chronicles of Sino." Since she and her future self could coexist and were regarded by Lynn as two women with different personalities, Evester decided it was best to make a clean break between them. And once she truly did so, the nature of the entire situation would change. Even if everything she did gradually made her more like her future self, it didn’t matter. As long as, in the end, Lynn fell in love with the current her, that would be enough. Moreover, Evester didn't believe that she was entirely without advantage. From her understanding of herself, no matter how unfamiliar her future self became, one thing would never change. Once she developed a possessive desire for something, she would do whatever it took to seize it and keep it beside her forever. Could such a person endure her past self doing all sorts of things with that guy? Regardless of embellishments, Evester held many of Lynn’s firsts: first time naked, first kiss, first hug, first time sleeping together. Yet, her counterattack was so weak. Doesn't that indicate her future self was in some difficult situation, unable to influence reality too much and had to watch helplessly as it all happened? Moreover, the time he spent by her side was ultimately longer. With such an inherent advantage, she was confident that her adorable little puppy would eventually trot back into her arms and seek affection. Thinking this, Evester’s pink tongue lightly swirled around, causing the breathing of the young man in her arms to become slightly more rapid. A hint of satisfaction flashed through her vibrant red eyes. For that future self, why wasn’t this a live broadcast of sorts? This time, I won. As this thought emerged, coupled with the mental fatigue Evester had reduced recently, she only felt refreshed and her thoughts crystal-clear. The next moment, accompanied by an unprecedented intense red light slowly rising, the pair immersed in a deep kiss was suddenly enveloped by this power emanating from within Evester. This was... A flash of surprise flickered in her eyes. The once desolate and silent world within her was now reviving that powerful force and manifold extraordinary abilities she prided herself on! Not only was she surprised, but Lynn also found it astonishing. He had assumed her highness’s power hadn’t restored due to the world’s corrective forces. After all, he had changed her fate, freeing her from the tragic fate of falling asleep due to the core nature of the Wishing Jar. Thus, he speculated she wouldn't regain superhuman powers quickly to prevent the hero group from being left behind, potentially keeping Evester without these abilities for a long while. But now, it didn’t seem so. Was everything just due to her own mental block? Once resolved, did her powers return? This truly was… Lynn breathed a sigh of relief. He thought the security for returning to the capital would reduce with Evester losing her powers; now, it seemed his confidence was bolstered instead. Thinking thus, Lynn felt such a solemn occasion shouldn't involve such activities. Thus, he placed his hand on the princess's shoulder and gently pushed her back. "Your Highness, congratulations—" Unexpectedly, before he could finish, Evester turned and pulled him back close again. Damn it. He was merely an underling after all. What kind of situation was it to be taken advantage of by a superior? Gazing at the woman enveloped in red light, witnessing her enchanting allure now, Lynn's heart betrayed him with a slight acceleration. No idea how long it passed. As her rosy lips gently moved away, the woman before him opened her eyes again. They remained so close. Close enough to sense each other’s heartbeat. "Fallen for me yet? Even a little?" Evester breathed a fragrant sigh, whispering as if into Lynn’s ear. "No." Lynn gritted his teeth, "Moreover, I am just your subordinate; it's best you draw that line, Your Highness." Indeed. It's merely celestial influence. Even if Ms. Milani or Afiya had done the same to him, he would have reacted similarly. Thinking thus, a bit of the guilt Lynn felt towards the witch faded. "I see..." Evester’s gaze promptly dimmed, seemingly a bit dejected. “….” For no apparent reason, Seeing her wear that expression, Lynn instinctively wanted to explain something. But then he realized, with this woman’s subsequent insight and cunning, how could she exhibit this pitiful girlish demeanor? Sure enough. The next second, from Evester’s bright red eyes, he detected a hint of mischievousness and smugness. Women... It's all an act. Lynn resentfully withdrew the hand he almost extended earlier and then wriggled out of Evester's embrace. Just then, he suddenly sensed a faint heat and sting from his tongue. “Hiss!” Lynn inhaled sharply and hastily grabbed a mirror from a nearby desk to inspect. He thought perhaps he’d been bitten by that woman during their kiss. Unexpectedly, to his shock, a clear red mark gradually appeared on the tip of his tongue. “What… what is this?!” Lynn asked in astonishment. “This is my mark.” Now that Evester’s power was restored, she seemed no longer to need the assistance of a wheelchair, standing once again. She leisurely walked to his side, "The previous one was removed by that woman; naturally, a new one is needed." She propped her hands on the desk, bending slightly, gazing at the black-haired youth lying prone on the desk. That woman... The sizzling and pricking sensation of his tongue quickly subsided, but Lynn’s expression turned somewhat gloomy. He had just reassessed Evester, only to be returned to square one. “What does this mark do? Why did it have to be on the tongue?” Lynn asked with a dark face. Upon hearing this, Evester's pink tongue lightly grazed her lips, still gleaming with saliva, though it was unclear whose it belonged to. "It has effects… which you'll find out in due time." Whatever she thought of, a slight smile emerged on her lips. Vexed. Lynn took a deep breath, trying to calm his somewhat agitated mind. Since she wouldn’t disclose it, pressing further would be futile. Although Lynn realized, if now he said, “If you don't tell me, I'll go ask Miss Witch,” it would be a knockout blow, he had a sense all things in moderation. Occasional provocation was alright. Overuse, and one day Evester would truly lose her temper. Thinking this, he sighed lightly. Now Evester seemed to have returned to normal, her former condition somewhat restrained, with her alarming power fully restored. With that, serious matters could be discussed. “Your Highness, do you plan to return to the capital?” Lynn stuck a hand into his pocket, fiddling with the letter Eleanor had sent him.