Chapter 160 The fight between two women, the dog suffers - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

In contrast to the Genesis Demon and the Malicious King Kurxstan that had been encountered before. If Lynn still had any consciousness left, he would have realized that the Witch's descent was utterly silent, arriving so quietly it was as if she had never come at all. Yet, even so, the stark difference in presence and the essence of soul instantly triggered Evester's instincts of warning. In a split second, she lifted her head, their lips parting slightly as they disentangled from each other. A silver thread drifted down, and the previously expressionless black-haired boy slowly opened his eyes. Eyes that were supposed to be a serene blue were, for some reason, now the same vivid red as Evester's. Only, his were even more vibrant and more terrifying! "Slap!" Before Evester could react, Lynn, who had been clinging to her affectionately just moments before, seemed to undergo a complete transformation from the inside out, abruptly pushing her away. Then, under Evester's stunned gaze, "he" coldly raised a hand and gripped her throat with force. The immense strength hit suddenly. Once Evester realized what was happening, her crimson eyes filled instantly with palpable murderous intent. And perhaps due to their shared nature as facets of the same being, their timing and reasons for speaking were in perfect harmony. "Get out of him!!!" "Never touch him again." "Damn." "Wretched woman!!!" They spoke in unison. One voice was frenzied and furious. The other was cold and indifferent. Although the timbre was similar, the feelings conveyed were entirely different. Of course, the last insult came from Evester; it was beyond the End Witch's character to utter such words. Their crimson eyes, mixing with various emotions, clashed in mid-air. At this moment, it was Evester who seemed a bit hysterical. She had thought the other might have had other means to appear in this place. But she never imagined it could be by taking over her beloved pup's body! Damn it! Now she regretted her previous decision immensely. As she had not even engaged in such intimate acts with Lynn herself! This was beyond the ultimate bond of physical union; it was the most intimate human connection. The intertwining of soul and flesh! Just the thought of that wretched woman being snugly sealed inside her pup's body nearly drove Evester insane with jealousy. Although the powerful strength from the End Witch gripped her neck, the current timeline was not the one ten thousand years from now where she resided. So even upon her arrival here, this vessel was ill-suited for her, being only at the second tier. With that realization, she instinctively raised her hand, red light gathering in her palm, prepared to fight this wretched woman. However, at that moment, the End Witch wore an expression of cold indifference, as if she were a lofty overseer, gazing down at her with pity and satire. This gaze pierced Evester's heart, reawakening the deep-seated insecurity buried within her. She abruptly came to her senses. Her wrist, once raised high, now hung limply by her side at some unknown moment. For a long time, she clenched her right fist, suppressing the rage and murderous intent within her heart. Calm. Simply resorting to her old, brutish ways wasn't going to win her pup's heart back, no matter what. Only love could bridge the seemingly impossible chasm between them. With this in mind, Evester's gaze abruptly calmed, allowing the End Witch to grip her neck as if she were a lamb to be slaughtered. Seeing this, the End Witch's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly. The next second, a formidable force unleashed, as if an invisible giant hand seized Evester's body, hurling her heavily into the distance. Simultaneously, an invisible silencing field rapidly expanded throughout the room. To everyone else in the mansion, it was just another quiet night, no different from usual. But for Evester and the End Witch, it was far from the same. Gazing at Evester buried beneath the shattered wall, the End Witch felt no sympathy. Long ago, she had told Lynn. For the foolish and twisted past version of herself, for what she had done to fill her with life-long regret, the Witch harbored nothing but hatred. Hatred for her weakness, hatred for her hysteria, hatred for her helplessness. And now, she even dared to challenge her for the ownership of her devotee. The Witch could no longer tolerate it. Hence, even at the cost of long-term weakness after this descent, she accepted it without complaint. The past version of herself needed to be taught a lesson. This was her inner resolve. "Why don't you fight back?" Amidst the rubble, the Witch's expression was icy, looking down on the woman before her. In this moment, Evester's dress was torn, her complexion pale, with a trace of blood at the corner of her mouth, making her appear somewhat frail. Yet those vibrant red eyes remained utterly bright. Looking up at the boy's body before her, a bright smile appeared on her lips, with a hint of obsession and heartache in her gaze. "You're using his body," Evester coughed softly, attempting to reach out and touch the other's face, "Even if it means my death, I wouldn't harm him in the slightest." However, the hand she raised was once again pressed against the ground by that invisible force. Despite being a sixth-tier demigod capable of commanding the mastery of all in the council hall in an instant. Yet in facing the future version of herself, she found herself somewhat helpless. Even though the other was merely at the second tier now, even though the ten-thousand-year stretch of time had severely weakened her, she remained the ultimate villain capable of hunting gods—the End Witch. Of course, how much of Evester's deliberate show of weakness was genuine remained uncertain. The Witch maintained a frosty visage. She intended to use her future memories to see what ridiculous antics this woman was plotting. Since the woman possessed sixth-tier demigod power and had been imbued with skewed fate by Lynn, she was far stronger at this point than her previous self. Even if she couldn't defeat the Witch, she shouldn’t have lost so decisively. Understanding herself well, the Witch suspected the woman was scheming some foolish trick. However, the unfolding events involved Lynn. Due to Lynn’s uniqueness, the End Witch couldn't view any future memory connected to him. Thus, she was naturally unable to foresee her past self's thoughts. As if sensing her opponent's hesitation, a hint of understanding flickered in Evester's eyes. As she had guessed. This binding to Lynn meant that not even this wretched woman could discern her heart through future memory. Now, her disadvantage was immediately turned into an advantage. Yet it still wasn’t enough. With a plan in mind, Evester's expression dimmed slightly. "You, really are strong." For some reason, she said such words. The End Witch remained silent, her expression ever cold, fixed on Evester. "To possess a beauty surpassing mine, power, and a mindset so far beyond what I have,” a sorrowful smile appeared on Evester’s face, "No matter the facet, I've been overshadowed by you." "Even the beloved pup has been ruthlessly taken away by you." Evester curled into herself, a hint of sadness marring her demeanor. Under the moonlight, her crimson eyes seemed veiled with a mist of moisture, tugging at the heartstrings. "Despite having so much, why did you resort to modifying memories with such contemptible methods, to snatch away the dearest thing to me?" "Just to prove you’re stronger than me? Well, I concede." "I implore you... please..." "Return my pup to me, would you?" In a rare deviation, the usually dignified and imposing Princess Evester displayed an unprecedented vulnerability in front of the End Witch. It seemed she had forgotten the determination she once had to never lose to the other. More than that, there was even a faint hint of a sob in Evester's voice, as if she were a little girl who had her cherished toy taken away. However, to the Witch, this all seemed exceptionally contrived. She frowned, "Truly, your despicability knows no bounds." "Though I don't know what dark schemes you're plotting now, there's a saying... haven't you heard it before?" "Before absolute power, any trickery is futile." At this moment, the aura of the supreme deity washed over Evester, causing her face to turn even paler. The End Witch slowly walked up to her, eyes devoid of pity. "Do you think that being a past version of me gives you the right to act so capriciously?" "Do you believe... that I wouldn't dare to kill you?" "Indeed, I dare not kill you," the End Witch gazed down at her, "for if you perish, I cannot survive either." "However... some unconventional methods might be worth a try." "According to the original fate, after absorbing the properties of the Wish Jar, you were supposed to fall into slumber again, but because of him, your formerly bleak destiny was altered." "Yet, it seems this change is not something I wish to see." As if realizing the intent of the figure before her, Evester's previous weakness vanished in an instant, replaced by an unprecedented murderous intent. The End Witch's expression remained cold as she issued a final ultimatum: "If you dare harm my devotee again, I will revert your diverted destiny." "For instance... finding another level 0 sealed artifact, making you completely consume it, thereby ensuring a deep slumber of two to three years." "After that, I will take him away forever." Contemplating this possibility, a glint of excitement appeared in the End Witch's eyes, "Even if I can no longer alter the future by affecting the past, even if the end is destined to be death, spending a beautiful time with him before that wouldn't be so bad." "How long until the Sword of Damocles falls? A thousand years? Two thousand years? Or longer?" Who claimed the Witch couldn't swear? The venom and provocation concealed in those words were more piercing than any insult! "Try if you can." Evester’s voice was remarkably calm, yet it held an unprecedented chilling edge. In that moment, she no longer concealed her power, as crimson gates silently opened behind her, countless corpses drifting along a river of blood. "The weakening from your ten-thousand-year descent is worse than expected, isn't it?" Evester slowly stood up, her previously pale face quickly regaining color as her aura climbed, "I am genuinely curious where you get the audacity to act high and mighty in front of the princess." "The future cannot kill the past, but the past can very well kill the future." At her words, the End Witch did not respond, her expression unruffled. In the next instant, both warriors vanished from their spots, entering the crimson gate emanating from within Evester. The battle was imminent. When Lynn awoke from unconsciousness, he felt intense soreness throughout his body. Moreover, the once vibrant mental world now felt hollow and parched. It was as if he had just gone through a great battle, one that might take days of rest to fully recover from. Honestly, the Witch's sudden descent caught him off guard, leaving him unprepared. Lynn felt a bit indignant as he surveyed his room. He had no recollection of what had transpired after losing consciousness. Contrary to his expectation of waking up to find the Batleon estate in ruins or causing chaos throughout Glostein, the room was clean and bright as if no clash between the two women had occurred. Evester had left at some point, and he was alone. This wasn't right, was it? At that moment, Lynn was inundated with relentless confusion. He couldn't imagine a scene where the two spoke like sisters; only a life-or-death battle seemed like the natural progression of events. Thinking of this, he instinctively got up and paced around the room, searching for any signs of repaired destruction. Yet, he found nothing. Instead, tucked away in a corner of the wall, he discovered a pristine memory stone. Why would this suddenly appear here? Lynn's mind was filled with puzzlement. He even suspected it might be Evester’s ploy to capture intimate moments between the two. Fortunately, as his extraordinary powers flowed into it, a clear image materialized before Lynn’s eyes. His expression froze instantly. It depicted the scene where, after being possessed by the Witch, he knocked the princess to the ground, staring down at her. For some reason, Evester, who was supposed to stand unyielding against that woman, instead appeared vulnerable. A moment later, their conversation reached Lynn's ears. "You're using his body; even if it means my death, I wouldn't harm him one bit." "You are truly strong." "Possessing beauty surpassing mine, with power and composure beyond me; in every way, you outshine me." "Even my beloved pup has been ruthlessly taken away by you." "You have so much; why resort to altering memories in such a despicable way, just to snatch away what I hold dearest?" "Just to prove your superiority? Then I surrender, alright?" "I beg you... please..." "Return my pup to me, will you?" The woman's sorrowful plea echoed in Lynn's ears. For some reason, witnessing Evester's unprecedented fragility caused his heart to skip a beat. Conversely, the Witch's expression remained indifferently cold. As if she tacitly agreed with Evester's words. Alter memories? Impossible! Lynn suddenly found it absurd. What a foolish woman. Even with an additional ten millennia of experience, she hadn't grasped such a simple truth. Outside the door, sensing the power fluctuations as Lynn viewed the memory stone, Evester leaned against the wall, a gleam of triumphant cunning on her lips. Since gaining insight through “Chronicles of Shino,” Evester's character and mindset had been wholly elevated. Though her pathological possessiveness lingered, she was no longer the helplessly enraged person she used to be. Stronger than me? Higher status than me? Even if all that were true... so what? The princess wasn’t vying for any world champion title against her but was striving to hold a heavier place in her pup's heart. That wretched woman had chosen the wrong path from the beginning. Despite now sporting a pallid complexion with a hint of blood on her lips, Evester felt no anger over her slight loss against the End Witch. She was content. Moreover, during the confrontation, Evester had confirmed something. About the loathsome curse mark on her face. This was one of the main reasons she insisted on meeting that wretched woman tonight. Recalling St. Roland VI’s recent promise, Evester pursed her lips. Perhaps soon, she would fully regain her appearance. When that happens, he would surely be pleased, wouldn’t he? It seemed the gap between her and the future wretched woman had narrowed a little further. Moreover, her bond with Lynn would grow even deeper. Even though the bond between Lynn and Evester was profoundly deep due to the hypnosis, making it impenetrable, no one could interfere between them. Late at night, in the Silent Church, within the Sanctuary of the Saintess' Prayers. Tia, dressed in a sheer nightgown, sat beside a silver candelabrum, diligently poring over a certain ancient and obscure tome. In preparation for tomorrow night's banquet, she decided to prepare ahead of time. Tia considered all possible events within her scope of contemplation. She even imagined if he might choose to conceal something. Should he indeed do so, Tia was prepared to resort to less gentle means to force his compliance. Such as hypnosis or mind control. "Knock, knock, knock!" At that moment, a gentle knock sounded on the door, followed by the call of a nun from outside. Tia instinctively closed the forbidden tome in her hands, hurriedly tucking it into a drawer before heading towards the door. However, beyond her sight, a yellowed page slipped from between the book's covers and softly landed on the floor. The sheet bore a mysterious, intricate symbol etched upon it, radiating a pale green glow. It resembled a psychic eye capable of manipulating the human mind.