Chapter 128

“Sorry, I’m the Witch Miss’s.”

Crossing the river of time to have a showdown only exists in fantasy—almost impossible to achieve.

Even though Ivyst was as powerful as a monster, right now she’s just a sick patient who can only move in a wheelchair.

The terrifying aura left from our brief clash faded into the air over time.

In the dim room, everything started to quiet down.

However, Lynn’s plan was far from over.

He intended to cure Ivyst’s inner demons completely tonight.

“What kind of person is she?”

After quite some time, Ivyst asked in a faint voice tinged with trembling.

Her pale, delicate hands tightly clenched revealed her current inner turmoil.

“She is a future goddess, beautiful and powerful you,” Lynn said, resting on Ivyst’s lap and gently stroking her tender palm, “Not only that, she saved me from the brink of death, even when I was possessed by two great demons.”

“Speaking of which, if you look at it from any angle, you seem quite similar to the future Witch Miss, especially the hair color.”

“Every time I see you calm down, I can’t help but think of her.”

“Of course, there are subtle differences in temperament and gaze, especially the curse mark on your face; the future you seems to have lifted the effect of that curse and become…”

“Shut up!”

Ivyst was suddenly hit where it hurts, covering her face and bowing her head, screaming hysterically.

She forcefully pushed Lynn’s hand away, seemingly wanting him to roll as far away as he could.

But in the next second, Ivyst seemed to have split personalities, pulling him back tightly into her embrace, murmuring almost hypnotically.

“You are mine, you will always be mine. No one can take you away from me.”

As she gently bit Lynn’s cheek and earlobe with her pure white teeth, she breathed out hot and sweet breaths, showering him with kisses.

It seemed like this was the only way to forcibly mark him as hers.

Yet, unbeknownst to her, a single crystalline tear slowly traced down the corner of Ivyst’s eye.

Her breath trembled as if she wanted to forget everything that happened tonight, wishing that when she woke up tomorrow, her cute little pup would be lying on the bed waiting for her feeding, just like always.

Sorry, Your Highness.

Feeling the intense unease coming from the woman, Lynn wanted to give her a hug.

However, it wasn’t the right time for such things.

He temporarily suppressed the guilt that surged for reasons unknown, hardening his heart.

But that alone wasn’t enough.

To completely obliterate the malady within Ivyst, there was only one way to go.

And that was… to stir her twisted jealousy and possessiveness.

Only by presenting a powerful existence far surpassing her as a hypothetical enemy could he instill a sense of crisis and motivation for her to return to her former majestic and regal self as the Princess.

Of course, such actions could very well lead to their complete destruction.

But Lynn couldn’t wait anymore.

He had to take this risk.

Just then, as Ivyst struggled and writhed, a memory stone suddenly fell from her embrace.

Lynn instinctively picked up the stone.

In the next second, a luminous screen slowly materialized in the air.

It showed his agonized visage sitting on the Torture Chair.

It seemed Milani had sneakily captured that scene while he was unconscious.

Next time, he must give her a good spanking.

Lynn thought silently.

Gazing at his own face in the image, murmuring something with a fierce expression, he frowned and fell into silence. But Ivyst seemed to grasp at a last lifeline: “You, look!”

“This is something that happened before you lost your memory!”

“Listen closely! Whose name are you calling out?”

Lynn looked at the scene displayed.

“Her Highness the Princess.”

The young man suppressed a voice of agony, shouting that name.

A glimmer of surprise appeared in the crimson depths of Ivyst’s eyes as she tightly grasped Lynn’s hand, their fingers intertwined.

But the next second, the boy in the image uttered another vague title.

It should have been ambiguous and not caught her attention.

But after all that happened, the two, fully aware, immediately discerned the underlying meaning.

“Witch… Miss.”

In that instant, Ivyst felt her heart stop, followed by a sharp pain like a needle prick that stole her breath away.

What transpired before her only indicated one thing.

He and that woman were probably acquainted for a long time already.

Even longer than her.

Blood dripped slowly down Ivyst’s skin, already broken by her nails.

Seeing this, Lynn knew it was time to deliver her the heaviest and deadliest blow of the night.

“Your Highness seems to have always treated me like your pet,” he suddenly spoke gently, “but I’m sorry, I’m a living human being, not a cute little dog for you to play with.”

“About that, I hope you can understand.”

“Shut up!” Ivyst didn’t want to hear him speak in that tone, instinctively reaching to cover his mouth, “Don’t say anymore.”

“I’ll act like none of this happened tonight… will that be alright?”

Her breath was disordered and trembling, her voice laced with a hint of pleading.

She had completely lost the majesty and grace of that previous villainous princess, like a little girl who had lost something precious, in despair.

But Lynn ignored her protests.

Like a heartless executioner, he mercilessly delivered the final judgment on Ivyst’s nearly broken spirit.

“To take an extreme stance, even if I were a dog.”

“That would still be the Witch Miss’s dog.”

In the Temple of the Gods.

The Witch Miss, chained by numerous locks, sat as usual beneath the central steps of the grand hall, quietly reading a book spread across her lap.

Her expression was frigid like an ancient iceberg, melting not in the heat of any emotion.

No matter how intense the feelings, they couldn’t evoke a hint of change; she seemed entirely replaced by divinity.

Logically, it should be this way.

But at some moment, her red beautiful eyes suddenly went blank, as if a memory crossing ten thousand years broke through to capture her attention.

The fleeting distraction and slightly hurried breath hinted at her current unrest.

After a moment, she slowly closed her eyes, as if to hide her wavering state, raising the book on her lap gently to cover her face.

Not sure how long it had been.

In the eternally silent hall, a whisper faintly emerged.

“…So cute.”

(ps: My stomachache flared up again today; I could only write two chapters while sitting before I couldn’t handle it anymore. It feels a bit better lying down, really sorry.)