Chapter 160

Chapter 160: The Princess and the Witch’s First Encounter

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When Lynn heard those words, his whole being went numb.

Despite Ivyst’s gentle breath against his ear that made him dizzy, the words she spoke were utterly terrifying.

The Liars’ Devourer state was nearly unsustainable.

At the same time, the words of Her Highness the Princess kept echoing in his mind.

She… wants to contact Witch Miss?

Seriously?

At that moment, Lynn felt a shiver run down his spine.

As a follower of the Sorceress of the End, he possessed the means to communicate with Witch Miss, something Ivyst had already guessed, and he never thought he could hide that from her.

However, to avoid agitating the emotionally unstable Princess, Lynn never brought these matters up.

Even Ivyst herself, who despised the Sorceress of the End’s existence, had strictly forbidden it.

No discussions about the future without her permission.

Lynn had always complied, striving to avoid any potential conflict between them.

Yet, deep down, he was aware of a dangerous foreboding.

He knew Ivyst’s character all too well.

With her intense possessiveness, how could she ever share her beloved pet with another woman long-term?

So in Lynn’s heart, he always felt that this ticking time bomb would eventually blow up.

He just didn’t expect it to happen right now.

He wanted to brush it off or play dead, acting like a stubborn pig.

The problem was, he was currently in a hypnotized state.

A person under hypnosis must unconditionally obey the commands of the hypnotist.

Otherwise, all previous pretenses would fall apart, and Ivyst could very well get so furious that he couldn’t predict what she might do.

What to do?

At this moment, Lynn was sweating profusely.

Although he didn’t know why Ivyst wanted to reach out to Witch Miss, it definitely wouldn’t be something calm like having tea with a sister.

Just then, Ivyst, who had been waiting for a response for a long time, frowned.

She looked at the Eye of the Mind mark in her palm and muttered, “Why is there no reaction?”

This is bad!

Lynn cursed inwardly before quickly pretending to be dull and slowly said, “I’m in contact with Witch Miss through a sealed item—parchment.”

“Show it to me.”

Ivyst wasn’t curious; she simply stretched out her slender palm.

Damn it.

Damn it!

Lynn couldn’t think of any reason to stop her at this moment.

Rationality told him that if he threw himself into her arms and initiated some intimacy, maybe Ivyst would be pleased, but that wouldn’t cover up the anger from being deceived.

After all, this had nothing to do with Witch Miss.

It was his act of deception carried out of free will.

If she found out, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Feeling the undeniable crimson gaze of Ivyst, Lynn hesitated in his mind for a long time.

Finally, he had no choice but to grit his teeth and pull out the parchment he used to contact Witch Miss, showing it to her.

Maybe Her Highness had encountered some issue and wanted to consult Witch Miss?

Thinking about it, it wasn’t impossible; after all, she had lived for a hundred thousand years, her perspective and knowledge far beyond that of ordinary people.

As a fledgling, it was quite plausible that the Princess would want to consult her proactively.

Lynn reassured himself silently.

“Carry me over to the desk.”

Seeing the parchment in Lynn’s hand, Ivyst wasn’t surprised; she opened her arms for him to hold her.

Before long, they arrived at the desk.

Lynn sat on the chair while Ivyst plopped down on his lap.

The position was quite suggestive, but Lynn didn’t have any lewd thoughts.

He was waiting for the “final judgment” Ivyst would bestow upon him.

“I say, you write.”

Ivyst placed a gentle kiss on Lynn’s face, then handed him the pen on the table.

Lynn took a deep breath.

“Damn woman, this time I win.”

Ivyst’s voice was tender but laced with a hint of provocation.

Just her first sentence had Lynn unable to hold it together, his hand nearly trembling to throw the pen away.

Fortunately, Ivyst was sitting on his lap, gently cradling his chin, as if carefully admiring some precious treasure while staring into his shimmering blue eyes.

She was facing away from the desk, so she didn’t notice anything unusual.

Lynn clenched his teeth.

After much deliberation, he could only force himself to write as Ivyst demanded.

Inside the Temple of the Gods.

As usual, the cool woman in black dress and white hair lay relaxed on the ground in the center of the hall, her eyes half-closed, holding a book she hadn’t finished reading.

It had been some time since her follower last left here.

Although she never mentioned it on ordinary days, during her rare leisure moments, Witch Miss would sometimes go absent-minded, unable to suppress some inexplicable thoughts in her mind, unconsciously recalling the figure of the boy.

“Crack.”

At that moment, a barely noticeable sound of something breaking reached Witch Miss’s ears.

She instinctively opened her eyes and coldly looked at the order chain on her right wrist.

To her sight, a hair-thin crack appeared at her wrist, which she hadn’t noticed forming, and was almost imperceptible if one didn’t look closely.

This minuscule crack certainly couldn’t affect the solidity of the entire chain in any way.

Even so, a glimmer of excitement appeared in Witch Miss’s eyes.

Had it only been a few days?

Didn’t expect her follower to be so effective that he had already caused a certain degree of fate deviation regarding that Goddess of the Crescent Moon’s past.

It appeared he took her instructions to heart.

With that thought, the Sorceress of the End slightly sat up, leaning against the support pillar behind her, lightly brushing her long hair behind her ear.

The corners of her pink lips lifted into a barely visible smile, looking quite pleased.

Should she manage to break this chain symbolizing the Goddess of the Crescent Moon on her right hand, her power and authority would see further revival.

Of course, merely this small crack couldn’t free her from the shackles.

But if it expanded dozens of times, that would be much easier.

As she thought, Witch Miss extended her index fingertip and gently rubbed that tiny crack.

Usually, she had very few chances to meet Lynn, and she wasn’t the kind of person to openly display her emotions on her face.

So at this moment, she seemed to be peering through this crack, crossing a hundred thousand years to feel Lynn’s heartbeat and his fate trajectory.

But just then, a sudden premonition stirred in her heart.

She unconsciously raised her hand, and with a spatial fluctuation, an ancient, worn parchment instantly appeared in her palm.

Is it him?

The Sorceress of the End didn’t think much, the corner of her mouth curling up slightly as she unfurled the parchment.

Sure enough, familiar lines of handwriting slowly emerged.

But upon recognizing the content these words represented, the Sorceress of the End’s expression instantly turned a bit frosty.

Even though the writing was the same, the tone and implications contained within were all too familiar to her.

“Damn woman, this time I win.” Just the first line made her grip her slender fingers tightly.

The Witch Miss, with her memories of the past, naturally knew this was the nickname Ivyst had given her.

Though in a sense, it also included her own insult, it still carried a significant level of insult.

Witch Miss raised her eyebrows slightly, a chill like ice appearing on her exquisite face.

She looked down further.

“At tonight’s banquet, that cute little Eleanor called me ‘sister-in-law’ in front of everyone.”

“I’m really happy, but I wonder how you feel over there right now.”

“There’s no need to comfort yourself with such ridiculous reasons like ‘I am just a part of your past,’ because that ‘sister-in-law’ was addressing the present princess, not you from a hundred thousand years later.”

“This is a recognition from his family, something that you in the far future could never achieve.”

“Since you are already trapped like a prisoner there, you should have the awareness of a stray dog, rather than repeatedly trying to meddle in my Lynn’s affairs. Having me by his side is enough.”

!

“I hope you can realize this and disturb our family’s life less in the future.”

The letter ended here.

Unknowingly, Witch Miss sat up straight, her white wrist beneath her sleeve gently trembling, resonating with the order chain.

Clearly, she was suppressing an unprecedented rage.

As the most powerful deity throughout history, she had never suffered such humiliation since ascending to godhood.

And all of this stemmed solely from the self she despised the most from the past.

In an instant, blazing red light engulfed the entire Temple of the Gods, as if trying to completely shatter the place that imprisoned her!

With the unrestrained might pouring out, Witch Miss’s chest rose and fell rapidly.

Though her face showed no expression, the icy intent hidden in her eyes could not be concealed.

She was truly furious.

Want to try something?

Witch Miss lifted her right hand, gazing at the tiny crack on the shackles.

Even if it was just a sliver, it made her vaguely grasp some “opportunity.”

Though she hadn’t tried yet, she thought that using this opportunity, she could perhaps accomplish something she’d never considered before.

Just as Witch Miss hesitated, a sudden memory rushed through her mind, stripping her of rationality in an instant.

“You’re asking for death!”

It’s over.

All over.

Recalling the content Lynn had just written on the parchment, his eyes went blank, as if he had just endured a great sister’s crushing and humiliation.

Fortunately, he was currently in a hypnotized state, so Ivyst didn’t notice anything unusual.

Watching the words slowly fade from the parchment, a mischievous smile appeared on Ivyst’s lips, as if enjoying the spectacle.

It seemed her statement had been successfully conveyed to the future.

Only, she wondered how that woman would react.

As Ivyst fell into silence, the atmosphere became somewhat eerie.

Lynn, disheartened and brooding over the aftermath, silently observed Ivyst’s movements.

He was genuinely curious about everything that had transpired tonight.

He didn’t know why, but ever since the Princess left Erohet Palace, she seemed to carry a heavy heart.

Upon returning, she engaged in inexplicably provoking Witch Miss.

In his view, her change might be related to the Sixth Saint Roland.

Damn that old Deng! Even after all this, does he plan to play tricks from the shadows?

Lynn’s thoughts raced.

The atmosphere between the two briefly fell into silence.

For the next few minutes, Ivyst didn’t leave; she sat on Lynn’s lap the entire time.

Moreover, she casually kicked off her high heels, revealing her delicate and pale slender feet, gently swaying and stretching, curling up in Lynn’s embrace like a cat.

Occasionally, she would press her ear against Lynn’s chest, quietly listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat.

As if waiting for something.

Finally, after a few minutes, Ivyst glanced at the clock, seemingly surprised that the expected situation hadn’t occurred.

“Could it be the stimulation isn’t enough?”

She furrowed her brows, murmuring to herself.

Moments later, Ivyst shook her head, almost feeling sorry for her future self from a hundred thousand years later.

This level of endurance was almost turtle-like.

If she were in that situation, she would risk half her life to immediately return to her adorable little dog and eliminate all the bad women attempting to covet him.

With that thought in mind, staring at the handsome face of Lynn, her pink tongue lightly licked the corner of her lips.

If the stimulation isn’t enough, then let’s ramp it up a bit.

Looking into those shimmering blue eyes reflecting her figure, Ivyst gently cradled his face and kissed him fiercely.

At the same time, she locked her gaze with Lynn’s.

She wasn’t merely looking into his eyes.

Instead, she saw it as a mirror, gazing into the image of herself reflected in his eyes.

That was her, yet also not just her.

If that damn woman with the same memories were here, she would easily understand the profound meaning behind Ivyst’s actions.

This was a confrontation with the Sorceress of the End of a hundred thousand years later, reflected through Lynn’s gaze.

It was as if to say.

No matter how hardened a man is, his lips are still soft.

So sweet, so delectable!

Thinking this, Ivyst couldn’t help but press her pink tongue against his upper palate, playfully dancing around gently.

Feeling the scene unfold, Lynn’s heart raced.

New account, don’t mess up!

Please spare me!

At that moment, he had no erotic notions whatsoever.

Lynn just wanted to pray to the gods, hoping she wouldn’t continue to act crazily in front of him.

He didn’t know why, but this woman had been battling wits against the air since a while ago.

After all, the Witch Miss was from a hundred thousand years in the future; such a long interval made it impossible for her to…

However, just as this thought surfaced, an unprecedented and soul-chilling powerful aura suddenly surged into his spiritual world from the Sorceress of the End’s anchor mark.

Lynn didn’t even have a chance to resist, darkness enveloping his vision in an instant.

As his consciousness began to fade, he finally realized what was happening to him and suddenly understood Ivyst’s purpose behind her actions.

Yes.

Who understands oneself better than oneself?

Even after a hundred thousand years, the twisted possessiveness buried deep inside would remain unchanged.

This was something Ivyst had known long ago.

At this moment, inside Bartleon Mansion.

With Lynn’s body as the vessel.

The Sorceress of the End had descended.

(Ps: I’m too sleepy, gonna take a quick nap, I’ll have another chapter later.)

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