Differing from the Creation Demon and the King of Cruelty Kushustan Lynn had seen before.
If Lynn still possessed consciousness, she would have realized that Miss Witch's silent arrival was almost imperceptible, as if she had never been there at all.
Yet even so, the intrinsic gap between authority and the essence of the soul instantly triggered a warning within Ivyst's heart.
In an instant, she lifted her head, slightly separating their lips, which had been entwined just moments before.
Accompanied by a silver thread falling, the previously wooden-faced dark-haired boy slowly opened his eyes.
Those eyes, which should have been blue, for some reason had turned the same vivid red as Ivyst's.
Only much brighter and more terrifying!
Before Ivyst could react, "Lynn," who had clung to her like glue just a moment ago, suddenly seemed to become a different person from the inside out and pushed her away.
Then, under the dumbfounded gaze of Ivyst, "he" coldly lifted his hand and tightly grasped her throat.
An intense force was transmitted instantly.
Upon realizing what had happened, the Princess's bright red eyes were filled with tangible murderous intent.
And perhaps it was the tacit understanding of being the same person.
Both chose the same moment, and the same reason to speak.
"Get out of his body!!!"
"From now on, you are not allowed to touch him ever again."
They exclaimed in unison.
One voice was raging and angry.
One was cold and indifferent.
Although their voices were strikingly similar, the emotions they conveyed couldn't be more different.
Of course, the last curse was spat out by Ivyst, the Doomsday Witch's temperament wouldn't allow her to utter such words.
Two pairs of bright red eyes filled with varied emotions met in midair.
At this moment, Ivyst seemed a bit hysterical.
She had thought the other side had other means to arrive at this place.
But she had never imagined that it would be by possessing the body of her beloved little dog!
Right now, she deeply regretted her recent decision.
Because even she had never engaged in such intimate acts with Lynn!
This was...beyond the ultimate realm of sexual intercourse, the most intimate act between two people.
The melding of soul and flesh!
The thought of that bitch fitting so perfectly inside the body of her little dog made Ivyst so jealous she nearly lost her mind.
Although her neck was constricted by the powerful force of the Doomsday Witch, the current time was not the hundred thousand years in the future to which she belonged.
So even though she had arrived, this vessel was not suitable for her; it was only of the Second Rank.
With this in mind, she subconsciously lifted her hand, a red glow gathering in her palm, preparing to settle the score with this bitch.
However, at that moment, the Doomsday Witch's expression was icy and detached, like a superior being looking down with a mixture of pity and irony.
This look wounded Ivyst's soul, awakening the intense inferiority buried deep within her heart.
She suddenly came to her senses.
Her arm, previously raised in midair, dropped down unnoticed.
After a while, she clenched her right fist, suppressing the turbulence and murderous intent inside.
Using the same violent methods as before would never bring back her dog's true heart.
Only love could bridge this seemingly insurmountable gap.
With this thought in mind, Ivyst's gaze suddenly calmed down, allowing the Doomsday Witch to choke her, like a lamb to the slaughter.
Seeing this, the Doomsday Witch imperceptibly frowned.
The next second, a powerful force burst forth, like an invisible hand gripping Ivyst's body tightly and hurling her into the distance.
At the same time, an invisible silencing field instantly spread throughout the room.
For the other occupants of the manor, it was just another quiet night.
However, for Ivyst and the Doomsday Witch, it was not.
Looking at Ivyst, buried under the rubble, the Doomsday Witch showed no mercy.
She had told Lynn long ago.
In Miss Witch's heart, there was nothing but hatred for her foolish and twisted past self, for the one who had committed countless deeds that left her with lifelong regret.
Hatred for her weakness, her hysterics, and her incompetence.
And now, she even wanted to compete with her for the ownership of a believer.
This made Miss Witch unable to bear it any longer.
Thus, even if she would be weak for a long time after this arrival, she had no complaints.
It was necessary to teach her past self a lesson.
That was her innermost thought.
"Why don't you fight back?"
Atop the rubble, Miss Witch looked down with a cold demeanor at the woman beneath her.
At this moment, Ivyst, with her clothes torn and her face pale, seemed somewhat frail as a trickle of blood seeped from the corner of her mouth, yet her red eyes shone brightly.
Looking up at the young body before her, she revealed a radiant smile tinged with obsession and distress, "You're using... his body," Ivyst said in a weak cough, attempting to touch his face, "Even if you killed me, I wouldn't want to hurt him in the slightest."
However, the hand she had just lifted was once again pinned to the ground by that invisible force.