Lynn could also understand the Imperial Princess’s idea of taking poison.
She did it to test him, to see if after losing her mory, he would still hold her dear as before.
After all, deprived of her powers that she once prided herself on and her beloved dog losing all mories associated with her, these two issues fueled the anxiety and restlessness that had accumulated over the years in Ivyst’s heart.
As these emotions had never been released in front of others, they erupted all at once now, turning her into this sickly and terrifying figure.
Thus, she kept him locked on the bed, caring for him closely, fearing he would vanish from her life once again.
But understanding did not an agreent.
Locked in the room all these days, Lynn’s mood had reached a breaking point.
It wasn’t dissatisfaction with this way of life, but rather with the stagnant ti and fate.
If he continued to waste opportunities like this, the future would remain unchangeable.
It was extrely unfair for Miss Witch.
Each passing second ant a diminished hope for her survival.
This was actually a very weak and escapist behavior.
Logically, it shouldn’t appear in the dignified Ivyst.
Having read the original story, he could never imagine that the tyrannical and domineering antagonist Imperial Princess would one day turn into such a diseased state for a man.
Therefore, Lynn decided to confront her explosively.
She was deeply ill, and only a strong dose could bring her back from her obsessive ntal world to reality.
Gazing at Ivyst sitting in the wheelchair, Lynn extended his hand with a smile and intertwined his fingers with hers, as sweet as lovers.
However, in Ivyst’s crimson eyes, there was an unprecedented daze.
"You... what did you say?"
She stared blankly at the hand Lynn was holding and said subconsciously.
"I said, I have seen the future you," Lynn gently lifted the snow-white strands of hair falling by Ivyst’s ears, "The End Witch, Ivyst."
The End... Witch?
For so reason, the mont she heard this na, Ivyst felt sowhat ntally disoriented.
She absurdly shook her head, "Don’t joke with your master, go back to bed and sleep."
Saying this, she seed to skip over the topic, and reaching for the hand that remained clutched in Lynn’s, she tried to push the wheelchair back to the bed to fasten the shackles again.
However, Lynn stood still, unmoving.
The next second, accompanied by a familiar surge of power, a hazy red glow suddenly burst from his skin!
Ivyst sharply turned her head, staring at the power that seed to belong to her erging from Lynn’s body, and stood frozen in place.
This power had been with her since the day she was born, and she had never sensed a similar aura in anyone else.
Yet tonight, she clearly perceived it emanating from her own pet dog.
Looking at the young man glowing red, Ivyst suddenly felt a heaviness in her chest.
Her own power, although its origins were unclear, she knew well it stemd from the terrifying authority of the chaotic era.
Currently, as only a Sixth Rank Demigod, she lacked the power to respond to the prayers of the faithful.
Therefore, the Divine-given factor within Lynn did not originate from within her.
Or rather, it was not sothing she could bestow now.
But eting the future self...
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Ivyst slowly clenched her pale, slender fingers, her wrists hidden under her sleeves trembling slightly.
A sense of unprecedented panic and oppression overwheld her entire body.
Could it be that the branding on her own little dog’s neck and the bite marks on its shoulder were also healed by her?
Why...
Why would she do such a thing...
In an instant, Ivyst thought of a possibility, and a flicker of uncontrollable anger flashed in her eyes.
"Don’t you believe yet?" Seeing this, Lynn gently lifted her index finger and placed it on her forehead, "Princess, close your eyes and feel it well."
As he spoke, he triggered the ability of the "Eternal Chosen" that Miss Witch had previously bestowed upon him.
Although this ability was passive, it was a link between him and the End Witch, Ivyst, and contained her origin power.
If it were the Princess, she would definitely notice sothing.
Suddenly, a vibration originating from deep within her soul swept through Ivyst’s entire body!
Ivyst suddenly reminisced about the mont when the core characteristic of the Wish Jar was about to enter her body; she had seen a vision.
A grand hall, the sealing of the gods, a white-haired woman chained all over, her eyes calm yet resolute, and... a lonely, miserable end.
She had thought this was just a scenario her mind conjured up as she was about to fall into slumber.
Unexpectedly, the sa scene appeared before her eyes once again.
Feeling that cold gaze that crossed the long river of ti, Ivyst bit her lower lip, and traces of fresh blood slowly seeped out.
Thinking back, the obedient dog had seed to forget its master since returning.
Initially, she thought its spirit had been corrupted by a Demon.
But now, it seed that was not the case.
She must have tampered with it!
Damn bitch, what have you done to my adorable little dog?!!
In an instant, a strong possessiveness and jealousy surged in her heart.
Ivyst’s expression suddenly turned exceedingly cold and angry, her weak body faintly radiating an incredibly terrifying oppressiveness, as if so ancient and powerful being was about to awaken from within her.
Using the anchor point of the "Eternal Chosen" as a connection within the long river of ti, her crimson eyes flickered with a red glow, gazing at the cold figure imprisoned in the grand hall.
At this mont, Ivyst was completely unaware that the future Doomsday Witch was actually herself.
She simply saw this despicable woman, who had tampered with her own little dog, as her greatest enemy.
She wanted... to curse her to death!!!
Power surged like a thorny wave.
However, she ultimately forgot that she was still in a weakened state at the mont.
Thus, the force that made Lynn feel palpitations was rely fleeting, and then it collapsed dramatically like a castle in the air, dissipating into nothingness.
The next second, powerlessly, Ivyst felt the scene within the river of ti shatter bit by bit, and her consciousness abruptly returned to reality.
Due to the excessive use of power, she subconsciously covered her mouth and coughed lightly.
Her face pale, her eyes reddened, she looked heartbreakingly fragile.
The atmosphere suddenly turned ice-cold.
Sensing the dreadful aura lingering in the air, Lynn remained silent.
Terrifying woman.
When ruthless, she could even dare to kill herself.
It was... utterly outrageous.
Feeling the dissatisfaction lightly transmitted from the mark of the "Eternal Chosen" of the Miss Witch, it seed as though she wanted to confront her past self.
Lynn silently wiped his sweat.
Clearly, neither of these two won was easy to deal with.
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