Chapter 127

“When women get serious, they might even off themselves!”

Honestly, Lynn could understand why Her Highness the Princess would consider using poison.

It was a test to see if, even after losing his memory, he still cared about her like before.

After all, without her proud powers and with her beloved puppy losing all memories of her, the anxiety and restlessness had ignited years of pent-up negativity in Ivyst.

Since she had never let those emotions out in front of others, they finally erupted, turning her into this sickly yet terrifying mess.

That’s why she locked him in bed, never leaving his side, terrified that he might vanish from her life again.

But understanding didn’t mean agreeing.

After being locked in that room for days, Lynn was on the verge of losing it.

It wasn’t that he was unhappy with this lifestyle, but rather the stagnation of time and fate.

If he kept wasting opportunities like this, the future would be beyond saving.

That was grossly unfair for the Witch Miss.

Every second each night felt like it was robbing her of a minute of hope to survive.

This was truly a weak and evasive stance.

It really shouldn’t be showing on the imposing Ivyst.

Lynn, having read the original story, couldn’t fathom that the cruel and tyrannical villainous princess could ever become so unhealthily obsessed over a man one day.

Thus, Lynn decided to confront her.

She was deeply ill, and only severe measures could pull her back from her twisted mental world.

Looking at Ivyst in her wheelchair, Lynn smiled and reached out her hand, interlocking their fingers sweetly like lovers.

However, Ivyst’s vibrant red eyes held an unprecedented blankness.

“W-what did you just say?”

She stared in disbelief at the hand Lynn was holding, instinctively uttering.

“I said I saw the future you.” Lynn gently tucked a strand of Ivyst’s snow-white hair behind her ear. “Sorceress of the End, Ivyst.”

Sorceress of the End?

For some reason, Ivyst felt a daze wash over her upon hearing that name.

She absurdly shook her head, “Don’t joke around with me, just go back to bed and sleep.”

With that, she tried to change the subject, gripping Lynn’s hand tighter, attempting to push the wheelchair back to the bed and rechain him.

However, Lynn stood still, making no move.

In the next moment, a familiar surge of power enveloped him, bathing his form in a hazy crimson light!

Ivyst whipped her head around, staring in shock at the power that was supposed to belong to her manifesting on Lynn.

This power had been with her since the day she was born; she had never sensed a similar aura in anyone else.

But tonight, she felt it clearly from her little puppy.

Gazing at the boy shimmering in red light, Ivyst suddenly felt heaviness in her chest.

Although the origin of her powers was unclear, she knew with certainty that it derived from the terrifying dominion of the Chaos Era.

Yet she was only a Level 6 Half-Divine right now, unable to respond to her followers’ prayers.

So the divine factor within Lynn wasn’t from her essence.

Or rather, it was far beyond what she could bestow upon him now.

But do confrontations with future selves even work?

Ivyst slowly clenched her pale, slender fingers, her wrist trembling gently beneath her sleeve.

A wave of unprecedented panic and oppression washed over her.

Could it be that the mark on her puppy’s neck and the bite on his shoulder were healed by her?

Why…

Why do such things?

In an instant, a possible explanation crossed Ivyst’s mind, and a flicker of uncontrollable anger shone in her eyes. “Still not convinced?” Seeing this, Lynn gently lifted her index finger and pressed it against his forehead, “Your Highness, close your eyes and really feel.”

As he spoke, he triggered the ability of 【Sorceress of the End】 that Miss Witch had previously granted him.

This ability was passive, yet it acted as a connection point between him and the Sorceress of the End, containing her foundational power.

If it was the Princess, she’d definitely sense something.

In a moment, a tremor from the depths of Ivyst’s soul surged throughout her body!

Ivyst suddenly recalled that day when the defining feature of the Wishing Jar was about to enter her body, she had seen a vision.

A grand hall, the seals of the gods, a white-haired woman bound in chains, her calm yet peaceful eyes, and the tragic end of being alone.

She had thought this was a scene her soon-to-be-slumbering self had inadvertently imagined.

Little did she expect that the same scene would once again unfold before her.

Feeling that cold gaze crossing the river of time, Ivyst bit her lip, blood trickling slowly out.

!.

On second thought, since the puppy came back, he had been acting as if he forgot his master.

She had assumed it was due to his spirit being corroded by demons.

But now it didn’t seem that way.

She must have tampered with him!

That damn hussy, what have you done to my adorable puppy?!!!

In that instant, overwhelming possessiveness and jealousy surged within her.

Ivyst’s expression turned icy and furious, her once-weak body subtly emanating a terrifying pressure, as though an ancient and powerful entity was about to awaken within her.

Through the anchoring point of the Sorceress of the End, she fixed her glowing red gaze onto the cold figure imprisoned in that hall.

At that moment, Ivyst seemed to have no awareness that the future Sorceress of the End was, in fact, herself.

She merely viewed this hussy who had meddled with her little puppy as her greatest enemy.

And she intended to curse her to death!!!

A torrent of power surged like thorns.

However, she had forgotten that she was still in a weakened state.

Thus, that power which made Lynn’s heart race flickered and collapsed like a house of cards, dissipating into nothingness.

In the next second, Ivyst, drained of energy, felt the visions in the river of time shatter, her consciousness zipping back to reality.

Overusing her power, she instinctively covered her mouth, coughing lightly.

Her face was pale, her eyes red-rimmed, looking utterly heart-wrenching.

The atmosphere turned icy in an instant.

Noticing the lingering terrible aura in the air, Lynn was silent.

A terrifying woman.

When pushed, she would even dare to harm herself.

Seriously… way too absurd.

Feeling the dissatisfaction from the imprint of the Sorceress of the End, it seemed like Miss Witch wanted to have a little spar with her past self.

Lynn discreetly wiped some sweat off his brow.

Clearly, neither of these two women were easy to handle.