Chapter 233: To You, Ten Thousand Years in the Future - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Time Returns to Ten Minutes Ago Staring at the shattering silver-white teleportation screen in front of her and the apologetic face of the demon boy, the young girl's expression froze on her pale, bloodless face. Using her last ounce of strength, she lunged forward, desperately wanting to hold him tight, refusing to let go no matter what. Yet, in the next moment, the empty void in her arms and the renewed silence of the underground secret chamber loudly declared that her final hope had dissipated. Just like what had happened that night at the inn a few days ago. The boy had once again used lies, mercilessly deceiving her. And, he had left her behind. All alone. No. I hate it. Don't abandon me like this again. Kneeling helplessly with a vacant expression, Tiya murmured to herself, her body covered in disheveled dust, as silent tears dropped onto the ground, splashing into crystalline droplets. At this moment, she had lost her previously sacred and noble saintly aura, resembling a survivor just emerging from a catastrophe, whose home—a source of sustenance—had been destroyed, leaving her in a state of lifeless inertia, devoid of any will to live. Without something to rely on, humans, such fragile and sensitive beings, cannot survive. Previously, the Silent Church and Shia had been her pillars of faith. In the end, both these faiths betrayed her one after the other. Thankfully, in the moment of despair, Lynn became a beacon in the darkness, bringing salvation and redemption to this naive elven girl, becoming her last reason to struggle in this world. Yet now, that light was coldly and unfeelingly snuffed out. Losing her reasons to live in quick succession dealt an unprecedentedly destructive blow to her worldview and life perspective. It's not an exaggeration to say: In Tiya’s current state, to seek death in the next second wouldn’t be too much. However, a profound thought within her heart stopped her. I must save him. I must ensure he survives. Even if... it costs me my life. When she came to her senses, she discovered her lips were already bitten, now seeping blood. The taste of blood filling her mouth was somewhat distressing, yet this was not the time to worry about such matters. No, not at all. In an instant, a spark of insight dawned upon her, bringing a glimmer to her hollow eyes. When a woman falls in love, her intellect can sharply decline, yet no matter the deception, she will repeatedly choose to believe. This was no exception for her. Even though their relationship was saturated with lies from the beginning, what surfaced in Tiya's mind was the story Lynn told her that night at the inn. That witch's tale. Though the story had many interruptions and provided little substantial information, it was enough for her. Recalling Lynn’s words, an absurd hypothesis emerged in her mind: This world and the people living in it possess the existence of a “future.” If time is likened to an axis, then she was merely a small node on this axis. In other words, regardless of past or future, there are countless versions of herself at these time nodes. According to Lynn, it was adhering to a witch's desperate plea to change her tragic fate that motivated him to alter history. Unbeknownst to her, she had also become a part of this. Tiya couldn't discern whether this was good or bad. Her focus was solely on the word "future." Reflecting upon that morning at the inn when Lynn casually inquired about the Lunaria Canon, it wasn’t hard to realize— According to the original course of history, without his intervention, she would most likely have perished in the Divine Descent Ritual. Currently, she was only surviving in this world due to his "life for a life" maneuver. Her originally doomed fate had been altered, triggering a chain reaction into the future. In other words, a future where "Tiya Yuhesti survives till the end and becomes powerful" is very likely. Typically, such a thought was absurd. Yet Tiya chose to believe. She believed Lynn's earnestness that night was genuine and truly believed he could communicate with the End Witch through some means. If he could do it, then there’s no reason she couldn’t. Indeed. She, Tiya Yuhesti, would pray to her future self in this desperate moment, seeking aid. Now, no ally stood by her side, and she could only rely on her own strength. Even so, she must bring Lynn out of there. After all, there were so many things left unsaid. Wiping away her tears forcefully, Tiya resolved. Being raised as the Silent Saint, she received the most privileged and strict education from a young age, making her highly knowledgeable in the field of mysticism. She was fully capable of holding a professorship at the Royal Supernatural Academy. Though unaware of the specific ritual Lynn used to communicate, disrupting the river of time was certainly no easy feat. Therefore, the types of rituals to consider were handful, saving precious time in the urgency of the situation. With these thoughts, Tiya retrieved various ritual materials from the sealed items used for storage, arranging them on the ground in different nodes and patterns. Simultaneously, she started chanting in the ancient, obscure language of mysticism, attempting to trigger the effect of the invocation ritual. A moment later, as she gazed at the unresponsive magic matrix, Tiya felt her heart grow cold. Yet, the current situation allowed no room for despairing emotions. In the next second, she swiftly grabbed another batch of precious materials, beginning a second attempt. Once again, the result was failure. Then came the third attempt. Failure. The fourth. Failure. The fifth. Every attempt failed in turn. The sixth. Who knows how long she persisted or how many attempts she made, but the answer was always a dark, unilluminated magic matrix. She was utterly sure there were no issues in the process of these rituals and knew well that the material effects were in perfect play. Yet with each repeated failure, the fiery hope that struggled to ignite in her heart dimmed to a freezing point. Since both the direction and steps were correct, the only apparent possibility was clear. Her future self had not become a strong enough figure to reverse time. Realizing this, the girl gradually bowed her head, as if all energy was drained from her body, looking like a lifeless piece of withered wood. Simultaneously, a loud noise of wall collapse echoed near her ears. Following that, a rapid, crystalline sound of high heels approached from afar. Yet Tiya, by then, found no meaning in living, her curiosity towards everything extinguished, not even bothering to look up. Kill me. As I am now, there’s no reason to keep living. Staring at the ground exhaustedly, Tiya thought. In the next second, as though responding to her inner wish, a cold and slender hand clenched around her neck like steel pincers. With a forceful thrust, Tiya felt herself being lifted, choking her breath away. Her white-silk-clad feet, marked with dust, dangled lightly in the air. "Tell me where he is right now?" The familiar voice reached her ears. However, Tiya seemed to block out everything related to Lynn, showing no hesitation even under coercive force. Nothing besides Lynn could capture her attention. This demeanor sparked Yveste's rage. "Wanna die? I’ll grant that wish." Imagining the various intimacies between this little vixen and her cute pet and seeing her desolate as though she lost a man stirred a violent possessiveness in Yveste, who could not hold back anymore. In the next moment, her power of the End flared up in blinding, bloody light, ready to reduce the girl before her into dust in mere moments. But just at the crucial juncture, an unforeseen change occurred! Perhaps the girl’s sincere heart moved the gods, or maybe Yveste's End power acted as a beacon, unintentionally linking to a supreme existence across time. The harbinger of death loomed, and Tiya felt her entire being engulfed by a sense of disembodied void. Then her vision spun, revealing a scene utterly impossible to occur in reality. It was a grand hall so magnificent that she couldn't find words to aptly describe its splendor. Countless solemn statues stood within, emanating powerful divine energy, forming an apparent prison to confine a powerful and supreme existence. In the center of the hall, a long-haired witch wearing a tattered black dress stood barefoot, her eyes cold and indifferent, as if reaching across endless stretches of time to draw Tiya’s consciousness here. For some reason, a hint of cold murderous intent lingered in the witch's gaze. A mere glance threatened to shatter Tiya's fragile spirit and consciousness. Fortunately, in the next instant, a cool yet gentle force smoothed over her pain, washing over her with a sleepy drowse. This energy felt both endearing and eerily familiar to her. "Leave the rest to me." A mature and gentle female voice echoed in her ears, reminiscent of a mother's comfort. "Who are you?" Tiya asked softly, struggling to communicate with this force. At her question, the voice paused briefly before confidently answering. "I am you, from ten thousand years in the future." So, I did succeed... At the instant she heard the answer, a thought unfurled in Tiya’s mind. With her consciousness on the brink of dissolution, she mustered her last strength and, with a trembling voice, stammered, "Ten thousand years later, do you... still love him?" This time, there was no hesitation in the response. It was as if the answer had been etched into flesh and bone, becoming innate. "Of course." "I see..." So, her feelings for him were not merely the whim of hormonal impulses but a profound mark capable of spanning ten thousand years. Realizing this brought her a deep sense of peace. With an unburdened heart, Tiya relinquished control over her body entirely, allowing darkness to envelop her vision.