Crossing the river of time through combat existed only in fantasies, extremely difficult to realize.
Even though Ivyst was monstrously powerful, right now she was a patient who still needed a wheelchair to move.
The terrifying aura left from the brief clash gradually dissipated into the air over time.
In the dimly lit room, everything became quiet.
However, Lynn's plan had not yet ended.
He was going to completely cure Ivyst's heart affliction tonight.
"She... what kind of person is she?"
After a long while, Ivyst asked in a faint voice mixed with a tremble.
Her tightly clenched, fair slender hand signaled the unrest in her heart at the moment.
"She is you in the future, who has already become a deity, beautiful and powerful," Lynn said as he lay on Ivyst's lap, gently caressing her delicate palm. "Not only that, but also saved me, who was possessed by two great demons, from the brink of death."
"Come to think of it, from every aspect, you now seem quite similar to Miss Witch of the future, especially the color of your hair."
"Every time I see you calm down, I can't help but think of her."
"Of course, there are still differences in nuances like demeanor and the look in your eyes, especially the Curse Mark on your face. It seems that in the future, you will have lifted the effects of that curse and become..."
Ivyst suddenly covered her face, lowering her head deeply, and screamed somewhat hysterically.
She forcefully pushed Lynn's hand away, as if wanting him to roll as far away as possible.
Yet the next second, Ivyst, as if suffering from a split personality, pulled him tightly into her embrace, muttering as if under hypnosis,
"You are mine, you will always be mine... no one can take you away from me…"
While gently biting Lynn's cheek and earlobe with her clean white teeth, she showered him with hot, sweet breaths and kisses.
It seemed this was the only way she could forcibly mark him as her own.
But unconsciously, a line of crystal-clear tears slowly slid from the corner of Ivyst's eyes.
Her breathing trembled, as though she wanted to forget everything that happened tonight and hoped that upon waking up tomorrow, her beloved little dog would still be lying on the bed waiting to be fed by her as usual.
Feeling the intense unease emanating from the woman, Lynn really wanted to embrace her.
However, now was ultimately not the time for that.
He momentarily suppressed the guilt that arose in his heart for unknown reasons and became cold-hearted.
Merely this much was not enough.
To completely destroy the illness within Ivyst, there was only one path.
That was... to stir up the twisted jealousy and possessiveness in her heart.
Only by positing a far more powerful being than herself as an imaginary foe, bringing her a sense of crisis and motivation to move forward, could she be prompted to return to her dignified and stern former self, as Princess.
Of course, such a move also held a great possibility of completely destroying both him and her.
But Lynn could not wait any longer.
He could only follow this risky strategy.
Just then, as Ivyst's body struggled and shook, an Imaging Magic Stone suddenly fell out of her bosom.
Lynn instinctively picked up the stone.
The next second, a light curtain slowly emerged in mid-air.
It displayed his painful appearance sitting on the Torture Chair.
It appeared that during his unconsciousness, Milani had secretly captured this scene.
Next time, he must seriously spank her.
Lynn silently thought.
Staring at his own image in the frame, he muttered something fiercely, furrowing his brows and gradually falling into silence.
But Ivyst seemed to have grasped at a lifeline, "You, you see!"
"This happened before you lost your memory!"
"Listen closely! Whose name are you calling out?"
Lynn looked toward the scene in the image.
Suppressing his pain, the young man called out that name.
A glimmer of surprise appeared in Ivyst's red eyes as she tightly grasped Lynn's hand, interlocking their fingers.
However, the next second, the young boy in the image again uttered a vague title.
It should have been unclear and not caught her attention.
But after what had just happened, the two who knew what was in their hearts instantly discerned the true meaning contained within.
In an instant, Ivyst felt her heart stop beating, followed by a pain as sharp as a needle prick, making her breathing hitch.
The events unfolding before her eyes revealed just one thing.
He and that woman had probably known each other for a very long time.
Even... longer than she had.
Blood slowly dripped from Ivyst's skin, already pierced by her fingernails.
Seeing this, Lynn knew it was time to deliver the most severe and lethal blow of the evening.
"Your Highness seems to always treat me like your pet?" he suddenly said in a gentle tone, "But I'm sorry, I'm a living human, not a little dog to be played with at whim."
"I hope you can understand that."
"Shut up!" Ivyst, unwilling to hear him speak in that tone, instinctively reached out to cover his mouth, "You... don't say anymore."
"Let's pretend none of this happened tonight... okay?"
Her breath was disordered and trembling, her voice even carrying a hint of plea.
She no longer had the authority and decorum of the villainous Imperial Princess, resembling a little girl who had lost something precious and was beside herself with grief.
But Lynn disregarded her resistance at that moment.
Like an executioner with a heart of stone, he mercilessly delivered the final judgment to Ivyst's nearly shattered spirit.
"To step back ten thousand steps, even if I am a dog."
"That would be... Miss Witch's dog."
The Miss Witch, chained by several locks, sat as usual on the steps in the center of the great hall, quietly reading the book spread out on her lap.
Her expression was very cold, like a perennial glacier, impenetrable.
Even the most intense emotions could not stir her slightest interest; her whole being seemed replaced by divinity.
Logically, this should have been the case.
But at one moment, her beautiful crimson eyes suddenly became lost, seemingly captivated by a memory image that had crossed a hundred thousand years.
The confusion inadvertently revealed on her face, coupled with her slightly rapid breathing, indicated her unrest at the moment.
A short while later, she slowly closed her eyes, as if to mask her unsettled demeanor, lifting the book on her lap to gently cover her face.
It is unknown how much time had passed.
In the eternally silent grand hall, a soft murmur to oneself faintly echoed.
(ps: The stomach pain relapsed today, I couldn't bear it after writing two chapters sitting down, laying in bed helped me feel a bit better, I'm really sorry.)