Even so, a hint of extraordinary splendor still emerged in Witch Miss's eyes.
How many days have passed?
She hadn't expected that her follower would be so effective, they had already caused a considerable shift in the fate of the Bright Moon Goddess.
It seemed he had taken her advice to heart.
Upon this reflection, the Doomsday Witch sat up slightly, leaning against the supporting stone pillar behind her and gently lifting the long hair beside her ear.
A barely noticeable smile crept up the corners of her pale lips, suggesting she was in a good mood.
If she could break the chains on her right hand symbolizing the Bright Moon Goddess, her authority and power would further recover.
Of course, just this level of cracks wouldn't allow her to break free from the chains on her right hand.
If she could enlarge them by a few dozen times, it would be much easier.
As she thought this, Witch Miss reached out with her index finger, gently stroking the slight crack on the chains.
It was very rare for her to meet with Lynn, and she was not the type to show her emotional state on her face.
Therefore, at this moment, it was as if through this crack, she was feeling Lynn's heartbeat and the trajectory of his fate across a hundred thousand years.
But just then, a sudden premonition rose in her mind.
She instinctively raised her hand, and with a wave of spatial fluctuation, an ancient-looking parchment appeared in her palm.
The Doomsday Witch did not think too much, her lips slightly curled up as she unfolded the parchment.
Sure enough, familiar handwriting slowly emerged on it.
But upon clearly seeing the content represented by the handwriting, the Doomsday Witch's expression turned somewhat icy.
Even if the handwriting was the same, the tone and meaning it conveyed were extremely familiar to her.
"Bitch, I won this time."
Just the first sentence made her clench her delicate fingers tightly.
Witch Miss, with memories of the past, of course knew that this was the nickname Ivyst had given her.
Though in some ways it also insulted herself, it still possessed substantial insulting power.
Witch Miss slightly furrowed her brow, a frosty expression appearing on her beautiful face.
She continued to read below.
"Tonight at the banquet, that darling little fellow Eleanor called me 'sister-in-law' in front of everyone."
"I was really happy, just don't know what your mood is over there."
"No need to console yourself with some laughable reason like 'I'm just a part of your past,' because that 'sister-in-law' was meant for the current Princess, not you a hundred thousand years later."
"This is recognition from his relative, and also something you, a hundred thousand years later, will never be able to obtain."
"Since you are already trapped there like a prisoner, better brace yourself for a stray dog's acceptance instead of repeatedly doing unnecessary things... Lynn has me, and that's enough."
"Hope you will realize this and stop bothering our family life in the future."
The content of the letter ended here.
Unknown to her, Witch Miss sat straight up, her snow-white wrists under her sleeves trembling slightly, causing the Order Chains to emit a faint noise.
Clearly, she was suppressing an unprecedented rage at this moment.
As one of the most powerful deities of all time, since ascending to divinity, she had never suffered such humiliation.
And all this, ironically, was brought upon her by her exceedingly despised past self.
In an instant, a surge of red light engulfed the entire Pantheon, as if to completely shatter this place that imprisoned her!
Accompanied by the rampage of power, Witch Miss's chest heaved rapidly.
Though her face showed no expression, the cold intent hidden in her eyes was inextinguishable.
She was truly furious.
Should she give it a try?
Witch Miss lifted her right hand, staring at the tiny crack that had appeared on the chains.
Even if it was just a slight one, it vaguely gave her a sense of an "opportunity."
While she hadn't tried yet, in her view, relying on this opportunity, she might be able to do something she had never considered before.
Just as Witch Miss was somewhat hesitant.
A sudden memory in her mind instantly stripped her of her rationality.
"You... courting death!"
Recalling the contents she had just written on the parchment, Lynn's eyes were expressionless, as if he had just undergone big sister's torment and humiliation.
Fortunately, he was currently in a state of hypnosis, so this anomaly had not been noticed by Ivyst.
Watching the slowly disappearing writing on the parchment, a smile that enjoyed the chaos unfolded on her lips.
It seemed that his words had been successfully conveyed to ten years in the future.
He just didn't know how that woman would react.
As Ivyst fell silent, the atmosphere suddenly turned somewhat eerie.
Lynn, feeling resigned, considered his next steps while silently observing Ivyst's actions.
He was curious about everything that had happened tonight.
For some reason, the Princess had been preoccupied since leaving Elloch Palace.
Upon returning, she had even provocatively confronted Miss Witch.
In his view, her change might be related to Saint Laurent VI.
Damn that old Dion, things were already this bad, could he still be planning mischief behind the scenes?
At that moment, Lynn's mind was a whirl of thoughts.
The atmosphere between the two briefly fell silent.
Over the next few minutes, Ivyst didn't leave, sitting on Lynn's lap from start to finish.
Moreover, she casually kicked off her high heels, revealing her soft, pale delicate feet, gently shaking them and stretching like a cat curled up in Lynn's arms.
Occasionally, driven by impulse, she would press her ear against Lynn's chest and quietly listen to his rhythmic heartbeat.
It was as if she was waiting for something.
Finally, a few minutes later, Ivyst glanced at the clock, apparently surprised that the expected event had not occurred.
"Is the stimulus still not enough?"
She frowned and murmured to herself.
A moment later, Ivyst shook her head as if feeling sad for her ten-thousand-year future self.
She could endure this much, just like a turtle.
If she were in the same situation, even if it cost her half her life, she would immediately return to her beloved little dog's side and kill all the bad women who tried to possess him.
With this in mind, looking at Lynn's handsome face, her pink tongue lightly licked her lips.
If the stimulus wasn't enough, then she would add a little more.
Looking into his bright blue eyes, reflecting her own figure, Ivyst slowly cradled his face and kissed him forcefully.
At the same time, she stared intently into Lynn's eyes.
She wasn't just looking at his eyes.
She treated them as a mirror, staring at herself reflected in his eyes.
It was her, yet not only her.
If it was that hateful woman with the same memories, she could easily understand the profound meaning behind Ivyst's action.
Through the reflection seen in Lynn's eyes, she was making eye contact with the Doomsday Witch from ten thousand years later.
Even the hardest of men have soft lips.
So sweet, so delightful!
Thinking this, Ivyst involuntarily pressed her pink tongue against his upper jaw, gently and playfully roaming back and forth.
Feeling this scene unfolding, Lynn's heart raced.
At this moment, he had no desire whatsoever.
All Lynn wanted was to pray to the gods to not let her continue this madness before him.
He didn't know why, but this woman had been battling the air with her wits since just now.
After all, Miss Witch was from a hundred thousand years later, so distantly separated, how could she possibly...
However, just as this thought emerged, an unprecedentedly powerful presence, even causing his soul to shiver, suddenly surged into his spiritual world from the mark of the Eternal Chosen.
Lynn had no strength to resist and instantly blacked out.
As his consciousness was about to fade, he finally realized what was happening to him and suddenly understood the purpose behind Ivyst's recent actions.
Who else would know himself better than he did?
Even after a hundred thousand years, the morbid possessiveness buried deep in his heart remained unchanged.
This was something Ivyst had long known.
At this very moment, within Bartleion Mansion,
Using Lynn's body as a vessel,
The Doomsday Witch had descended.
(ps: So tired, I need a short nap, there will be one more chapter later.)