Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 109: I’m Really Happy

Above the Pantheon.

The Witch of the End tilted her head slightly, gazing at the pitch-black spatial rift in the sky.

In the blink of an eye, a familiar figure, shrouded in black sludge, suddenly fell out of the rift.

The person appeared to be in some kind of temporary unconsciousness, tumbling uncontrollably toward the ground. The cold, white-haired woman with crimson eyes ought to have used her powers to slow his descent.

Yet, for reasons unknown, as she looked at the young man’s face, faintly etched with traces of pain, she found herself stepping forward almost instinctively. Gently, she opened her arms and caught his frail, slender body in her embrace.

A soft thud accompanied the impact. The Witch of the End felt a slight jolt against her chest, followed by the warmth of his breath.

Perhaps the angle of his fall was awkward because his face ended up nestled directly between a pair of soft curves.

Unfortunately, the young man was still unconscious, unable to fully comprehend the scene before him.

Feeling the strange sensation against her chest, the Witch of the End—imprisoned for tens of thousands of years—reflexively prepared to shove him away.

Never before had any man dared commit such a blatant act of disrespect against her.

And to make matters worse, this insolent fool was her follower!

But just as she was about to act, a memory involuntarily surfaced in her mind. A scene from ten thousand years ago.

The image of a fearless young man stepping forward to shield her, unwavering in the face of danger.

“……”

The Witch of the End quietly gazed at the young man in her arms, a flicker of uncertainty in her expression. Whatever thoughts stirred in her heart, she kept them to herself.

The atmosphere grew still and silent.

But, as always, there was something determined to ruin the mood.

The next moment, with a spray of blood, the slumbering young man let out a muffled groan. His back was suddenly torn open by a black spike.

Emerging from his spine was a cold, venomous face—a woman’s.

“Damn brat! Where the hell is this place...?”

The long journey through time and space had left the Demon of Creation in an even more weakened state.

Yet when she finally crawled her way out of his body, she found herself in an entirely unfamiliar location.

The sight before her made her shiver. Suspended high above were colossal statues, each radiating an overwhelming divinity that made her soul tremble.

Most of these beings were entirely unknown to her. Yet even a mere glance made it clear that these statues represented incomprehensibly powerful entities. ⱤἈꞐöＢËṣ

Among them, there were even high-dimensional demons she had only heard of in myth. The King of Malice, Kushustain—who had nearly torn her to pieces earlier—was nowhere to be seen.

It was as if someone of her stature didn’t even qualify to enter this grand hall.

Some of the statues extended palms adorned with golden Chains of Order. Though only a handful were visible, their mere presence was enough to fill the Demon of Creation with dread.

Could this Pantheon be a prison designed to seal away some unimaginably terrifying being?

What kind of existence was so resilient it could not be obliterated by these gods? One that demanded the unification of such divine power to barely contain it?

Following the Chains of Order downward, the Demon of Creation finally noticed something strange.

Before her stood a tall, graceful woman.

She wore a tattered black gown and was barefoot, her snow-white hair cascading down to her waist. Her aura was cold and detached.

At the sight of this figure, the Demon of Creation felt her consciousness verge on collapse.

What... what kind of terrifying, supreme existence is this?!

In that instant, a primal instinct surged within her.

The innate reaction of any living being with metabolic functions.

It was fear. The urge to kneel before an entity far greater than oneself.

In simple terms...

She was scared shitless.

At this moment, the Demon of Creation couldn’t even muster the thought of resistance. She felt as if her life and death were entirely under the control of the black-gowned woman before her.

The gap between them was even more vast than the one between herself and the unconscious youth.

Even in her prime, she wouldn’t stand a chance against this woman.

“I surrender...”

Within seconds, the Demon of Creation realized the insurmountable difference in their strength and prepared to beg for mercy.

But before she could utter another word, a bone-chilling cold pierced straight into her soul.

The woman had turned her gaze upon her.

Her crimson eyes seemed to hold back an overwhelming storm of emotions.

Ignoring the Demon’s pleading expression, the black-gowned woman raised her hand, seizing the Demon’s face with a crushing grip.

“Get. Out. Of. Him.”

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【S-tier storyline character “Witch of the End: Yveste” has deviated from her original plot by 1.20%.】

【Due to this character’s special status at the current timeline, reward points will be calculated at 10x the normal rate.】

Lynn was awakened by the system notification.

As he regained consciousness, a faint, familiar yet unfamiliar fragrance tickled his nose.

It reminded him of Her Highness the Princess, though it was much subtler—like a serene orchid in a secluded valley, quiet and calming.

Lynn slowly opened his eyes.

What greeted him was an exceptionally beautiful and cold face.

White hair. Black gown.

It was the Witch.

At the moment, the Witch of the End wasn’t reading her books as usual. Instead, she sat with her knees hugged to her chest, gazing at him absentmindedly.

Their eyes met in midair.

Looking into her crimson gaze, Lynn sensed a hint of confusion and hesitation, though he couldn’t guess what she was thinking.

Suddenly, a surge of inexplicable excitement shot through him.

Yes! That’s it!

It was that look!

The usually aloof and world-weary Witch of the End had shown a side of herself that didn’t match her cold persona—for a man, no less!

In that moment, Lynn felt an elation that made him want to ascend to heaven.

But he overlooked one critical detail.

During the battle between the Demon of Creation and Kushustain, most of his clothing had been destroyed.

Now, he was practically stark naked, with certain parts of his body entirely exposed to the air.

And when he noticed the Witch’s subtle reaction to his gaze, his emotions swelled further, causing... a certain reaction in those exposed parts.

Sensing his quickened heartbeat, the Witch of the End inadvertently glanced in that direction.

Upon realizing what had just happened, her expression instantly turned cold. Without a word, she stood up abruptly, her figure flickering as she appeared far away.

The atmosphere turned icy in an instant.

Damn it!

Yun Chang, Yun Chang, why must you refuse to obey me every single day?!

Even someone as thick-skinned as Lynn felt a trace of awkwardness in this moment. Staring at the tall, aloof figure in the distance, he was utterly at a loss for words.

Thankfully, after a brief silence, she spoke first, breaking the tension.

“Why?”

The Witch’s voice came out of nowhere.

“I was wrong,” Lynn immediately admitted defeat.

Hearing this, the Witch seemed momentarily confused. “Wrong?”

“Yes,” Lynn took a deep breath. “Because you are simply too beautiful. I had just woken up from unconsciousness, unable to distinguish between dream and reality, and accidentally... disrespected you. I’m really—”

“I wasn’t talking about that.”

The Witch of the End had initially intended to chastise him coldly, but upon hearing his explanation, she inexplicably found herself unable to respond. Instead, she clumsily shifted the topic.

Discussing that kind of biological reaction with her follower felt utterly absurd.

Besides... Was her face really as beautiful as he said?

Could just one look really cause... that?

Unaware of the fleeting thought that crossed the usually detached Witch’s mind, Lynn asked, “Then what are you referring to?”

Still a bit disoriented from having just woken up, he couldn’t quite follow.

The Witch of the End took a deep breath before responding.

“Why did you save me?”

So that’s what she was asking.

Lynn instantly relaxed, relieved that she wasn’t planning to pursue his earlier transgression.

Looking at her cold yet breathtaking figure, he answered without hesitation.

“Because... you told me to.”

“Me?”

The Witch’s frown deepened.

“That’s right,” Lynn replied calmly. “You told me, with your own words, to make you happy.”

“So whether it’s the you of the past or the you of the present, in my eyes, you are the same.”

“Now, my esteemed Witch, have I succeeded in pleasing you?”

“Do you... feel happy right now?”

As those final words fell, the atmosphere once again lapsed into silence.

Lynn stared at the Witch’s back without saying another word, his expression calm.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly before a faint, nearly imperceptible voice reached his ears.

“I... am happy.”

In that instant, the surge of emotions Lynn had been suppressing flared up once again, coursing through his entire body.

His expression shifted.

Yun Chang, Yun Chang! Now is NOT the time to show off!

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