Chapter 196 Who kidnapped my puppy? ! - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Within the Pantheon. “Click, click, click.” The delicate yet distinct sound of shattering echoed throughout the vast hall, bringing the Witch Miss abruptly back from her reverie. Realizing what had just occurred, her face immediately displayed an unusual expression, filled with unprecedented surprise and bewilderment. Clearly. Even she had not anticipated that so soon after the fortification of the seal, the chains of order would once again undergo a mutation. Especially since she had just been cut off from all means of communication with her followers, left to wait alone in the great hall for the outcome. Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, there was a development. Judging by the extent of the shattered chains of order, it seemed this deviation of fate was far greater than she had anticipated. Witch Miss gazed in shock at the deep rifts clearly visible on the reinforced seal. Although the power of the seal still caused her considerable discomfort, at least for now, she had regained a small portion of her strength. According to the Witch Miss's estimation, the power she could currently wield was approximately double what it was before the enhancement of the seal—in other words, her influence and intervention on reality would also double. What had the follower done? If it weren’t a deviation significant enough to alter a person’s entire future path, it would be impossible to reach this extent. Would he be in danger? Could her previous actions have put undue pressure on him, forcing him to take reckless actions? The Witch Miss frowned slightly, suddenly regretting her decisions. In the next moment, as memories flooded her mind like a torrent, the Kusiustarn event, and the series of subsequent incidents, rushed into her consciousness. As the memories were retrieved one by one, even the Witch Miss herself did not notice her crimson eyes flickering continuously, her beautifully shaped eyebrows knitting slightly as if faced with some vexing matter. Just when the crucial points of the memories were being accessed, everything related to Lynn came to an abrupt halt. The Witch Miss took a deep breath. She knew very well that this was due to Lynn’s nature as a "world anomaly." Once he strayed beyond the gaze of his past self, that is, the third princess Evester, he would entirely vanish from the historical process, with no trace found in the next hundred thousand years. Only the traces left in the past testified that "Lynn Bartlyon" had truly existed. What happened after that night? Who took him away? Various doubts surfaced in the Witch Miss's mind, causing her expression to shift repeatedly. After a moment, she suddenly realized that with the current level of the broken seal, she might be able to do what she did in the past—project into her follower’s body across time and space. Although taking action to interfere with the past would result in significant damage to her essence, there was no room for hesitation now. With that in mind, the Witch Miss slowly closed her eyes, effortlessly sensing the anchor mark within her spiritual world related to follower Lynn. This mark was how she had previously communicated with him or brought him across time to the Pantheon. However, one thing was incredibly important. As mentioned earlier, in this world, no matter how powerful a god was, none could influence the river of time or interfere with the past and future. Logically speaking, after becoming the defeated of the god ancestor Sia, the sealed Witch Miss should have been similarly incapable of such feats. Yet, she became the exception among the gods. Of course, her powerful strength played a role, but it wasn’t the primary factor. The key lay with Lynn, the anomaly of this world. Only he was special, existing neither in the past nor in the future. In other words. If this world were akin to a book, with the passage of time representing the pages, then Lynn was like a leaf pressed within the pages. Whichever time he existed in, the book would be flipped to that page to be observed. This meant, if one wished to take action that interfered with time, Lynn was an indispensable key point. Without his existence, even the Witch Miss would be utterly incapable of affecting the past. This was also why, even though gods from a hundred thousand years hence knew the future, they couldn’t cross time to end Evester in her cradle. Not even world consciousness would permit such an upheaval; otherwise, everything would descend into chaos. “.” Accompanied by a powerful spiritual fluctuation, the Witch Miss gently touched the divine selection mark of her follower, attempting to call to her. However, there was no response after quite some time. The divine selection mark, although maintaining the connection between them, was, in some sense, one-directional. Even in those previous times of possession and bringing him to the Pantheon, without his subconscious permission, she couldn’t have accomplished such feats even if she were ten times stronger. The current silence in his spiritual world indicated Lynn’s state was not good. Furthermore. Perhaps it was an illusion, but from within the divine selection mark, the Witch Miss vaguely sensed a destiny so chaotic it resembled a tangled thread, weaving through his body incessantly, continually affecting his future trajectory. Seeing this, her face changed immediately. What exactly had happened?! Why was there a mysterious aura related to that presence here?! The expression of the Witch Miss suddenly grew extremely grave, yet she hesitated not for an instant, allowing an intense red divine power to envelop her entire being. Behind her vibrant scarlet eyes, a vast astral chart seemed to flicker in cycles. With her follower in dire peril, she chose to risk everything. However, at that moment, the Witch Miss felt a subtle premonition arise within her. It was as if... should she intervene, there would be some unknown changes in the past and present. These changes were difficult to discern as good or bad, but they would undoubtedly affect the immutable Pantheon. The Witch Miss took a deep breath. The worst-case scenario would be the reinforcement of the seal once more, or the premature descent of the Sword of Damocles. For either situation, she had long been mentally prepared. “Buzz!” With a strong divine power wave, the Witch Miss made her move. In an instant, a burst of red light, and the Pantheon resounded with thunderous sounds. Having not unleashed her full power for quite some time, she once again radiated her glory. As for whether this would alert the vigilance and prying eyes of other gods, that was not a concern for the moment. Who knows how long had passed. The Witch Miss withdrew all her power and slowly opened her eyes, spreading her palm upwards. At this moment, she tightly held a cluster of shimmering, chaotic threads, each strand seeming to possess life, swirling around each other, appearing incredibly mystical. This cluster, woven from countless mysterious threads, was the culprit for her follower's current abnormalities. It was a power of destiny. One could hardly determine its power, but it was intricately linked to world consciousness, mysterious to the extreme. If not removed from him promptly, it might pose a life-threatening danger. Furthermore, where had he acquired such power? Getting entangled with that mysterious figure was not something favorable. The Witch Miss frowned slightly. Even though she was extremely anxious, she couldn’t immediately appear by her follower’s side. Or rather, it was almost a deadlock. If it weren’t for his wish to free her, her follower probably wouldn't have resorted to such a perilous means. Reflecting on this, a faint glint of guilt flashed through her cool gaze, and she sighed faintly, imperceptibly. Carefully collecting the cluster of threads of destiny, she decided to study it meticulously later. Then she slowly turned, lifting the hem of her dress, preparing to ascend the steps. Yet, before she could set her bare, alabaster foot forward, the sight that greeted her caused her to halt abruptly. Simultaneously, her crimson pupils slightly widened. For the first time since residing in the Pantheon, besides matters concerning her follower, she displayed such an astonished expression. Of course, it was no wonder the Witch Miss was so deeply shaken. The scene before her eyes was utterly astonishing, far exceeding her expectations. No wonder. No wonder she had suddenly experienced a divine premonition. Perhaps her unprecedented interference with the past had somehow affected the Pantheon? But, why her? What exactly had the follower done ten thousand years ago? At this moment, a myriad of chaotic thoughts floated in her mind, leaving Witch Miss in unprecedented confusion. She stared at the spectacle before her, unable to utter a single word. It was a cocoon of luminescent white, the size of a carriage, woven as if from moonlight, emitting a tranquil and gentle power. It seemed shrouded in layers of sheer gauze, allowing only a vague glimpse of what lay within. Because this light cocoon appeared so abruptly, without creating any ripples of power, Witch Miss was entirely unaware of its presence. She even sensed a harmony of fate emanating from it. As if it had always been part of this hall, silently accompanying her. Witch Miss focused her gaze. At the core of the cocoon lay an elven maiden of unparalleled beauty, clad in a pristine white gown, peacefully asleep. “Your Highness, still no news about Lynn…” “Useless...useless!!!” Inside the study, amidst the clattering sounds, a woman’s voice rang out with furious rebuke and curses, her rage reaching its peak. A whole night had passed since the Tomb of the Dead event. Yet still, her subordinates hadn’t found any trace of Lynn. It was as if he had evaporated, vanishing entirely from Glosteen after leaving the old factory. Besides them, countless forces in the imperial capital were also searching for or hunting him, making every second count. Any delay could plunge him into grave danger. Thus, the already foul-tempered Evester erupted completely, fiercely berating her incompetent subordinates. Seeing this, the subordinates were terrified into silence, not daring to utter a word. Perhaps without the presence of that individual beside her, the princess reverted to her former irritable and arrogant self. Or perhaps she had never changed, merely hidden beneath the presence of Lynn. But just as everyone was pretending to be invisible, a small genius had a sudden stroke of insight. Greya raised his voice slightly, “Your Highness, I’ve heard rumors outside saying that along with Lynn, the saintess from the Church of Silence also vanished. Could it be that…” As his voice trailed off, everyone's expressions turned stiff, glaring at Greya as if they wished to strangle him. Greya gave an awkward smile. Damn it! Are you really that clueless or just pretending to be dumb?! Why bring this up now?! Regardless of how true the rumors were, didn’t he realize how the princess would react?! And sure enough. A suffocating aura of coldness and killing intent followed, as Evester’s crimson eyes turned toward him. This wasn’t good. Everyone internally lamented. But there was nothing they could do at this point, forced to quietly curse Greya the traitor while praying the princess might spare their lives. Fortunately, for now, she still needed their help. “Three days.” Her voice was cold and terrifying, “In three days, either find him or…” Although she didn’t finish the sentence, everyone understood the gravity behind her words. If Lynn couldn’t be found, there might not be any future for them either. “At once, Your Highness!!!” Watching her subordinates scramble away in panic, Evester slowly covered her face with her hand, taking a deep breath. Deep inside, the desire to destroy and kill was nearly uncontrollable. The trembling, heated breath from her throat signaled the impending reveal of Evester's true nature, her mental breakdown nearing a critical point. “Damned…”