Chapter 133

Chapter 133: Ivyst at Full Throttle

No matter how you slice it, Ivyst just can’t compete with her future self.

This is a fact she’s reluctant to acknowledge, yet it exists objectively.

But does being second-rate always mean losing to the cream of the crop?

There’s no such logic in this world.

Only love is blind and unreasonable; it’s not like anyone is destined to love someone else.

This is the realization that “Chronicles of Sino” has brought her.

Since both she and her future self can coexist, and in Lynn’s eyes, they are two very different women, Ivyst thinks it’s best to just cut ties completely.

And once she does that, the whole nature of things changes.

Even if everything she does gradually makes her more like her future self, that’s fine by her.

As long as Lynn ends up loving her current self in the end, that’s all that matters.

Besides.

Ivyst doesn’t really think she’s without advantages.

From her self-understanding, no matter how unfamiliar her future self becomes, one thing will never change.

Once she develops a possessiveness over something, she’ll stop at nothing to snatch it up and keep it close for life.

Could someone like that possibly tolerate her past self getting up to all sorts of things with that guy?

No matter how it’s painted over, what Ivyst possesses is Lynn’s many firsts: first naked moment, first kiss, first hug, first time sharing a bed.

Yet her counterattack is pathetically weak.

Doesn’t that just scream that her future self is stuck in some tough situation, unable to interfere too much with reality, simply watching everything unfold?

Plus, he’s been by her side longer in the end.

With such a heavenly advantage, she’s confident that her cute little pup will eventually come scampering back to her, seeking affection.

Thinking this way, Ivyst playfully flicks her tongue, causing the boy in her arms to breathe a bit more rapidly.

A hint of smugness flickers in her crimson eyes.

For her future counterpart, isn’t this just a live broadcast right now?

This time, I’ve won.

That thought just popped up, and combined with the mental clutter Ivyst’s been clearing lately, she feels clear-headed and enlightened.

In the next moment, accompanied by an unprecedented fiery red glow rising slowly, the two in deep kiss suddenly become enveloped by a power emanating from Ivyst’s body.

It’s…

A spark of surprise flashes in her eyes.

The once dry and silent inner world, that powerful strength she’s always been proud of along with numerous extraordinary abilities, has surprisingly revived!

Not just her, even Lynn feels utterly shocked.

He had thought that the reason the Princess’s power hadn’t returned was due to the world’s corrections.

After all, he changed her fate, saving her from the tragic conclusion of a slumber induced by the Wishing Jar’s core characteristics.

So logically, in order to keep her power from escalating too quickly and leaving the main cast in the dust, Ivyst probably wouldn’t have access to her transcendent power for a long while in the future.

But now it seems that’s not the case.

All of this was just rooted in her own mental knot?

Unraveling that knot brought her power back into her body?

This is really…

Lynn lets out a sigh of relief.

He thought the safety of returning to the Imperial Capital would diminish because Ivyst lost her strength, but now it seems he’s feeling a lot more secure.

With that in mind, Lynn feels that such a serious occasion shouldn’t be a time for these antics, so he gently places a hand on the Princess’s shoulder, trying to push her away.

“Your Highness, congratulations.”

But before he could finish, Ivyst wrapped her arms around the back of his head, pulling him in closer.

Dammit.

In the end, I’m just a subordinate.

Being played by the boss, what kind of thing is that?

Watching the woman wrapped in red light, Lynn felt his heart unconsciously race a bit faster at her enchanting demeanor.

Time slipped by.

As her soft lips gently parted, the woman in front of him opened her eyes again.

They were still extremely close.

Close enough to feel each other’s heartbeat.

“Do you love me? Even just a little?”

Ivyst sighed softly, her breath brushing against Lynn’s ear. “No.” Lynn gritted his teeth, “Besides, I’m just your subordinate, Your Highness. You’d better keep that in mind.”

Exactly.

This is just stargazing.

Even if it were Lady Milani or even Afia doing this to him, he’d probably have the same reaction.

With that thought, Lynn felt a little less guilty towards Witch Miss.

“Is that so…”

Ivyst’s eyes instantly dimmed, a hint of disappointment shadowing her face.

“…”

For some reason, seeing her show that expression made Lynn instinctively want to explain something.

!

But he quickly realized, with this woman’s enlightened demeanor, how could she display such a pitiful look like a little girl?

Sure enough.

In the next second, he caught a glimpse of mischief and delight in Ivyst’s crimson eyes.

Women.

It’s all just an act.

Lynn angrily pulled back his hand, which he was about to extend, then freed himself from Ivyst’s embrace.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a hint of heat and pain radiating from his tongue.

“Hiss!”

Lynn inhaled sharply, quickly grabbing a mirror from the side desk.

He thought he got bitten by her during the kiss.

To his shock, under his astonished gaze, a clear red mark slowly materialized at the tip of his tongue.

“What is this?!”

Lynn gasped in astonishment.

“That’s my mark.” Now restored, Ivyst no longer seemed to need the wheelchair for support, standing up gracefully and walking over to him, “The previous one was erased by that woman, so of course I need to leave a new one.”

She placed her hands on the table, leaning slightly forward, staring at the black-haired youth slumped over the desk.

This woman…

The sting on his tongue quickly faded, but Lynn’s expression darkened.

Just when he started to see Ivyst in a new light, she instantly shoved him back to square one.

“What effect does this mark have? Why does it have to be on the tongue?”

Lynn asked with a frown.

In response, Ivyst’s pink tongue lightly brushed her lip, glistening with shiny saliva—who knows whose it was.

“You’ll know the effects later.”

Her mouth curled into a slight smile as if she remembered something.

Damn it.

Lynn took a deep breath, trying to calm his rising frustration.

Since this woman didn’t want to tell him, pressing further would only be a waste of time.

Though Lynn knew that if he said, “If you don’t tell me, I’ll ask Witch Miss”, it would be a killer blow, it still felt like too much of a stretch.

Such thrills are fine every now and then.

But if overdone, one day Ivyst would really blow her top.

With that thought, he sighed gently.

At this point, Ivyst seemed to have returned to normal—her previous affliction suppressed and her terrible strength completely restored.

Since that’s the case, it’s time to talk business.

“Your Highness, do you have any plans to return to the Imperial Capital?”

Lynn reached into his pocket, squeezing the letter Eleanor had sent him.