Chapter 136 Witch's Wrath - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

How adorable. Feeling the yearning of the young man in her arms, Evester's heart beat slightly faster. Even from a human male's perspective, not just that of a puppy, he was indeed exceptional and strong. With these thoughts, Evester adjusted her posture to sync with his movements, gently cupping his face. The young man's fiery breath and rapid heartbeat clearly indicated his dire state. At this moment, his ocean-blue eyes were filled with confusion, and he was unconsciously mumbling something. "Your Highness... Your Highness..." "I'm here." As if to calm him, Evester gently brushed aside the locks from his forehead, answering each of his pleas with earnest tenderness. "Miss Witch..." Upon hearing this barely audible call, her expression instantly turned cold. Her soft, bare foot tightened, causing the young man to shudder. Whether from shock or pleasure, the atmosphere abruptly dissipated. Are you trying to vex me on purpose? Evester felt aggravated, biting her silver teeth in silence. However, a moment later, something seemed to occur to her, and the anger in her eyes slowly faded, replaced by a subtly meaningful smile. Never mind. There's still plenty of time. After all, it's me holding him in my arms right now. With these thoughts, Evester cast a peculiar gaze into Lynn's bewildered eyes. In those ocean-blue eyes, she saw her reflection, yet it wasn't just herself she saw. It was like looking into a mirror, wishing to etch her current expression deeply into her memory. At this very moment, as his master, she was joyfully playing with her cute little puppy. In the future, many of his firsts would inevitably be claimed by her. And you, all you can do is be like a lost dog, chained in that inexplicable place. You're probably very angry right now, aren't you? But what can you do about it? This is the punishment for laying hands on my little puppy. In the future, you would surely understand my thoughts at this moment, wouldn't you? Gazing at her reflection in the young man's eyes, a slight derisive smile played at the corners of Evester's lips, imbued with enchanting allure. Here lay the desolate land of the world's end, the brink of time and space. The earth stretched endlessly, barren and bleak, as if no life could ever be born here, not even the concept of death existed. Void became the main theme of this world. Nothing held significance, and no existence had tangible meaning. It felt as though everything returned to that primitive period at the dawn of an era. At the visual horizon stood a grandiose temple, as if chiseled by giants, reaching skyward. It was difficult to imagine what great and terrifying being resided in the heart of this temple. Or perhaps, judging from the chains of order occasionally manifesting around and the seals of gods and demons, it was clear this prison was created by a group of daunting beings to confine another even more fearsome existence. The temple, like a nail rooted here, had remained unchanged for tens of thousands of years, without any reaction. As if the meaning it symbolized and the existence sealed within were merely a legend passed down by the gods. Perhaps even tens of thousands of years later, the temple would stand quietly on this land as it did today. Or one day, as prophesied, the sword of Damocles hanging high above might fall, bringing destruction to the terrifying presence sealed within. However, such an event is ultimately too distant, not something that would occur presently. It ought to have been this way. "Boom—!!!" Suddenly, a dazzling red light, as if to engulf the entire temple, erupted from within, akin to another sun on the earth. This formidable divine power immediately aroused innumerable supreme beings' vigilance. Their expressions varied as they cast astonished glances, seemingly not expecting such a fearsome reaction to emerge from the temple that imprisoned the witch, after mere tens of thousands of years. Gazing at the potent red light, nearly obliterating space, and the collapsing ground, the powerful beings hurriedly arriving at the scene couldn't help but exchange glances. To their eyes, the entire temple, enveloped by the near-consuming red light, seemed to transform into a bottomless black hole, swallowing everything around. Even elusive concepts like laws and space were uprooted and shattered destructively. Yet to them, it appeared somewhat crude. Rather than attempting to break free from the pantheon's seal, it seemed like a mere outburst of extreme emotion. Despite being sealed for so many years, what could possibly incite such fury in this ancient witch? They couldn't comprehend. "Should we notify the Supreme Deity?" "God Ancestor Sia is currently forging the Sword of Damocles, and lacks the focus. Better to inform Her Excellency Shirleyna." "Wait, the power seems to have vanished?" A giant dragon with a human face covered in black scales unfurled its tattered wings, from whose ends hung dried human corpses. Upon surveying the pantheon's condition, it let out a low growl. Moments ago enveloped in fiery red light and akin to an artificial black hole, the pantheon tore the surrounding territory into an abyss before the power finally subsided. Quickly it came, quickly it went. As if nothing had ever transpired. Initially, this was perceived as the terrifying witch's desperate retaliation after amassing power for tens of thousands of years. Now it seems, things might not be as they appeared. What is she plotting? At this very moment, the powerful beings gazing upon the end of the world bore grave expressions, simultaneously contemplating this thought. Within the pantheon. "…" At this time, Miss Witch, clad in a tattered black dress, kept her eyes shut, the red light within gradually dissipating. She breathed heavily, her full chest heaving swiftly, her slender fingers hidden beneath lotus sleeves clenching tightly, seemingly suppressing some deep-seated emotion. After a while, Miss Witch slowly opened her eyes, a faint flash of anger and humiliation crossing her crimson gaze. Lowering her head, she looked at the chains of order entwined around her, gritting her silver teeth. So delicate, yet why can't they be broken? Damn it. Usually possessing a cold and world-weary demeanor, Miss Witch displayed an unprecedented side; had Lynn seen her like this, he likely would've been astounded by her vivid emotions. Unclear how much time passed before she finally calmed her tumultuous emotions. But upon recalling those distinctly blue eyes in memory, and the "she" reflected within them, looking smug and mocking, Miss Witch could hardly resist summoning her follower to the pantheon immediately. Regrettably, it hadn't been long since his last summons, and the energy she accumulated to penetrate the spacetime barrier was insufficient for now. After all, such feats aren't easily accomplished. Thus, Miss Witch could only futilely face the increasingly vivid memories in her mind. Remembering that unusual sticky sensation on her foot, alongside the young man's strength and vigor, Miss Witch lightly bit her lip, but Evester's image promptly surfaced in her mind. "…" Silently, she slowly retrieved a piece of yellowed parchment. She had given one to Lynn before for cross-time communication, yet it went unused. But now seemed an excellent opportunity. Apparently, it was her first time in over a hundred thousand years initiating correspondence with anyone. Her disciple appeared somewhat indolent recently, failing to devote all his energy to the trials she set, so she decided to give him a slight push. "I" is a collection, where the "me" of yesterday, today, and tomorrow are subsets. The flow of time is the process of placing today's "me" into yesterday and tomorrow's "me" into today, until only yesterday and today remain, with no tomorrow. So, the question arises: if human primal desires are merely survival and lust, what is the purpose of our existence, and where are we heading in the future? Lynn lay listlessly in Evester's embrace, his mind swarming with the wisdom of sages. At this moment, it had been several hours since he entered Evester's room. He had gradually regained his senses from the flames of desire. Realizing what he had done with this woman, Lynn found it hard to accept the reality. This must be false, right? Haha. "How much longer are you going to lay there?" Evester's cold voice reached his ears. By now, she seemed to have regained her initial aloofness and authority, looking at Lynn with the peculiar gaze of a parent finding an adult magazine under their child's bed. Startled by his superior's reprimand, Lynn quickly straightened up. "Your Highness, I..." "Sticky and filthy," Evester said with a roll of her eyes, spreading her arms. "My feet are dirty, I don't want to wear slippers, carry me to the washroom." Seeing her familiar poise, Lynn was immediately reminded of the times he was held captive by her. So, with a sigh, he lifted Evester into his arms. Basking in the familiar scent of roses, Lynn maintained his composure like a saint. I am merely her subordinate. This is just a mistake every man might make. With this thought, Lynn proceeded toward the washroom. But after a few steps, he heard Evester whisper softly into his ear, "So, have you fallen in love with me this time? Even just a little?" Lynn nearly stumbled. Seeing Evester covering her mouth with amusement at seemingly achieving her goal, Lynn took a deep breath and set her down in the bathtub. "Want to join me?" Evester extended her hand to him. Yet knowing her tendency for mischief, Lynn figured she was mostly jesting, and certainly didn't trust her words. Moreover, believing himself to be in a state as saintly as Buddha, he wouldn't be deceived by such sweet talk. "Your Highness, we'll reach Troy City by tomorrow. It's late, you should rest early." Feeling an intense heat from the parchment in his pocket, Lynn realized that Miss Witch was likely reaching out to him, prompting him to make a hasty exit from Evester's room. "Hah, damned man." Watching his resolute back, having satisfied his needs without lingering attachment, Evester bit her lip, her long, beautiful eyes narrowing. But that just makes things more interesting. Now that it was her feet this time, what should she play with next? As her lips curled slightly, the sound of trickling water and dense steam filled the bathroom, washing the lingering grime off her fair legs and feet, sending it swirling down the drain.