Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 126: When a Woman Goes Ruthless, She’ll Even Kill Herself

Chapter 126: When a Woman Goes Ruthless, She’ll Even Kill Herself

Lynn could somewhat understand Yveste’s decision to poison herself.

She was testing him, trying to see if, even after losing his memories, he would still care for her as deeply as before.

After all, she had lost her once-proud strength, and her beloved "puppy" no longer remembered anything about her. These two blows had ignited the anxiety and unease that had been simmering within her for years.

These emotions, which she had always suppressed in front of others, erupted all at once, pushing her into this twisted and terrifying state.

That was why she had kept him shackled to the bed, staying by his side night and day, terrified he would once again disappear from her life.

But understanding didn’t mean agreement.

Being locked in that room for so many days had driven Lynn to the brink of frustration—not because of the lifestyle, but because of the stagnation in time and fate.

If things continued like this, the future would be set in stone, and there would be no changing it.

For the Witch of the End, it was profoundly unfair. Every wasted second chipped away at her already dwindling chances of survival.

Yveste’s behavior was a form of weakness and escapism, one that should never have manifested in someone as dignified and formidable as her.

Having read the original story, Lynn couldn’t reconcile this version of Yveste with the tyrannical and domineering villainous princess he once knew. That same woman now seemed so fragile and twisted, all because of a man.

So Lynn made his choice.

She was deeply ill, and only drastic measures could bring her back to reality.

Looking at Yveste in her wheelchair, Lynn smiled gently and reached out, interlocking their fingers as sweetly as lovers might.

Yveste’s crimson eyes were filled with an uncharacteristic daze.

“W-What did you just say?” she murmured, staring blankly at their clasped hands.

“I said, I met the future you,” Lynn said softly, brushing aside a strand of her snow-white hair that had fallen near her ear. “The Witch of the End, Yveste.”

The Witch of the End?

Hearing this name, Yveste seemed momentarily disoriented, as if her mind had been shaken.

She shook her head incredulously. “Don’t joke with your master. Be good and get back to bed.”

With that, she tightened her grip on Lynn’s hand and began wheeling herself toward the bed, intending to shackle him once again.

But Lynn didn’t move, standing firmly in place.

The next moment, a familiar energy surged around him, enveloping his body in a faint crimson glow.

Yveste whipped her head around, her eyes widening in shock. She stared at the energy radiating from Lynn’s body—a power that had always belonged exclusively to her. ???????

This power had been with her since the day she was born. She had never sensed anything similar from anyone else before.

Yet tonight, she felt it clearly emanating from her "puppy."

Looking at Lynn, his body aglow, a weight pressed heavily against her chest.

Though the origins of her power were unclear, she knew it was tied to the terrifying authority of the Age of Chaos.

But as a Sixth-Rank Demigod, she couldn’t yet respond to the prayers of followers or grant power.

Which meant that the Divine Factor within Lynn’s body did not come from her—or at least, not from the current version of herself.

But meeting the future version of her…

Yveste’s pale, slender fingers trembled slightly as she clenched them, hiding her hand in her sleeve.

An unprecedented wave of fear and oppression swept over her.

Could the brand on her puppy’s neck and the bite marks on his shoulder… have been healed by her future self?

Why…

Why would she do such a thing?

A horrifying possibility struck her, and anger surged uncontrollably in her chest.

“You still don’t believe me?” Lynn said calmly, lifting her delicate finger and pressing it lightly against his forehead. “Your Highness, close your eyes and feel it for yourself.”

With that, he activated the Chosen of the End ability granted to him by the future Witch.

Though it was a passive skill, it served as an anchor between him and the Witch of the End, infused with her primordial power.

If anyone could sense it, it would be Yveste.

In an instant, Yveste was overwhelmed by a tremor that seemed to emanate from the depths of her soul.

Her mind flashed back to the day the Wishing Jar’s core trait had nearly merged with her. For a brief moment then, she had seen a vision.

A grand hall. The seals of the gods. A white-haired woman bound in chains, her expression calm yet desolate. And a tragic, lonely fate.

At the time, she had dismissed it as an illusion conjured by her faltering consciousness.

But now, that same scene unfolded before her again.

Feeling the cool, distant gaze that spanned across the river of time, Yveste bit her lip hard, blood seeping out in thin rivulets.

Come to think of it, ever since her puppy had returned, he had acted as though he no longer remembered her.

She had assumed his will had been corroded by demonic forces.

But now it seemed… that wasn’t the case at all.

She must have done something to him!

That wretched woman. What have you done to my adorable puppy?!

A surge of jealousy and possessiveness welled up in Yveste’s heart.

Her expression turned icy and furious, and an oppressive aura emanated from her frail form. It felt as though some ancient, powerful entity was awakening within her.

Using the Chosen of the End as an anchor to traverse the currents of time, Yveste’s crimson eyes glowed fiercely. Her gaze locked onto the distant, imprisoned figure in the grand hall.

What she didn’t realize was that the Witch of the End she was targeting was her own future self.

To her, this woman who dared to touch her puppy was now her greatest enemy.

She would… curse her to death!

The overwhelming force she unleashed surged forth like a field of blood-red thorns.

But in her current weakened state, Yveste had forgotten her limitations.

The terrifying power that made Lynn’s heart race dissipated as quickly as it had appeared, crumbling into nothingness like an illusory castle in the sky.

The next second, her connection to the vision broke, and Yveste’s consciousness snapped back to reality.

Overwhelmed by the strain, she instinctively covered her mouth, coughing softly.

Her face was pale, her red-rimmed eyes brimming with tears. She looked heartbreakingly fragile.

The room fell silent, the air chilling in its stillness.

Sensing the lingering, oppressive aura in the air, Lynn remained silent.

What a terrifying woman.

She’s so ruthless that she’d even kill herself.

It was… utterly absurd.

Through the Chosen of the End mark, he could faintly feel the Witch of the End’s displeasure—an echo of irritation directed at her past self, as if she was tempted to have a showdown with her own younger version.

Lynn quietly wiped a bead of sweat from his brow.

It was painfully obvious now: neither of these women was someone to mess with.