Chapter 129: Since when did I become like this?
A puppy is a puppy.
So cute.
How can you become a human just because you say you don’t want to be a puppy?
Human beings are so dirty and hateful, it is best to be a carefree puppy.
Just lying in the arms of the owner and being hugged and kissed will be very satisfying.
Hey, where is my puppy?
Where did the cute little dog go?
Come back soon!
If you accidentally run outside and are abducted by those bad women, the master will be very angry!
What?
Are you already someone else’s puppy?
No, no!
The master is really going to be angry!
At this moment, Yvest felt countless chaotic thoughts and voices flooding into her mind.
She didn't know what kind of expression she left Linn's room with.
I just remember that after hearing his cold and heartless words, my whole brain was buzzing, as if I was escaping from reality, blocking all information from the outside world.
When she came back to her senses, she found herself holding a dagger and sitting quietly by the window of the study.
Looking at the sharp blade in her hand, she said nothing.
All the scenes that just happened came to mind one after another.
That cute puppy turns out to not only belong to me.
And it is very likely that it has become another woman's toy much longer ago.
Realizing this, Yvesther's slender wrist trembled slightly, trying to hold the handle of the knife tightly, but she could not restrain the pain and fatigue coming from her body.
There are not many situations that can make her feel so powerless.
Except for the few times when she fell asleep while dealing with sealed objects, there was only one time when Linn died in front of her eyes.
And now, there is one more time.
Not only that, this unprecedented feeling of powerlessness and rejection far exceeds any previous experience.
Those setbacks in the past, no matter how desperate, can always make people see a faint light.
But this time, Ivester could not find any possibility of winning.
My future self is the Witch of the End, Ivester.
When she thought of the cold white-haired woman she saw from Linn's spiritual world across the long river of time, Yvest felt strong hatred and jealousy emerge in her heart.
That's her, but it's not just her.
She has greater strength, comparable to gods.
She has richer life experience and is far more mature and reliable than herself.
Her personality seems to be more likable, at least her own puppy is obsessed with it.
Of course, the most important point is also the point that makes Yvest the most desperate.
She in the future seems to have cured the curse mark on her face.
The "evil" curse has been Yvester's psychological shadow since childhood.
It can be said that most of the reasons why I have fallen to this point are due to this curse.
Even before Lin En came, the black curse mark on her face had always been a scar buried deep in her heart that she did not want to touch. She had to live with a mask, like a mouse that cannot see the light.
Poor and pathetic.
But now, in the future, she has cured this curse and has become so beautiful and noble.
In comparison, she is like an ugly duckling that everyone hates. No one except Linn thinks she is good-looking.
No.
Perhaps even my puppy’s words “It’s so beautiful” at that time were not from the heart.
Because now that I think about it, everything is full of doubts.
It is very likely that he has already known his future self earlier.
In this case, who is the subject facing this sentence "It's so beautiful"?
The results speak for themselves. This was also the last straw that caused Yvest to collapse.
After careful comparison, there is not even one thing about myself that can compare with the woman in the future.
What is even more desperate is that she has no chance to catch up or even surpass her.
Even if Ivester wants to change, every step of progress and improvement she gets in the process will only make her become more like her future self.
This was an idea that made her extremely frightened and devastated.
For her, the witch is the end, and she has everything she has.
But in the eyes of the witch, she was just a sad past that she didn't want to mention, or even just an insignificant moment in the long river of time.
The gap is really too big.
She can't even retaliate or kill the other party.
No.
Actually, it can be done.
This is the only thing I can do after being outclassed by that bitch in every aspect.
A glimmer of light flashed faintly in Yvesther's bright red and dim eyes.
Her breathing quickened a bit, and she stared down at the dagger in her hand.
As long as you kill yourself here, the bitch in the future will no longer exist.
Yvester slowly raised the knife, but then a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes.
But if you want to die, what should you do with your little dog?
Without the companionship of the master, he will definitely scream in anxiety, right?
Not only that, he is so cute, and he will most likely be taken home by another woman in the future.
In that case, let’s kill them together.
Even if they are buried, they must be buried together and let him stay with her forever.
Never separate again.
The clear moonlight flows in from the window like running water, and also coats the sharp dagger with a layer of silver.
In a daze, Yvest saw a white-haired woman with messy hair and paranoid and dim eyes on the blade that reflected the image like a mirror.
That face felt familiar yet strange to her.
A little haggard and a little desperate.
Is this me?
Ivester subconsciously turned her head and looked at the wall aside.
There is an oil painting hanging there. In the portrait, a valiant woman in military uniform is in high spirits, her eyes are as sharp as a knife, and her demeanor is majestic. She is a noble and proud royal woman.
Even though he is wearing a mask, he is still awe-inspiring.
No.
This is who I am.
The third princess of the Saint Laurent Empire, Iveste Laurent Alexini.
Obviously she is not favored by anyone, but she is destined to stand out from the king's selection, buck the trend, become the next empress of this decadent empire, and bring hope and new life to the country.
Looking at the bright and moving herself in the portrait, Yvest's hand trembled involuntarily, and the sharp dagger fell to the ground.
She stared blankly at her white palms.
The skin that should have been flawless and delicate has long been scarred by her recent self-destruction, and there are fingernail marks everywhere.
This is the mark of paranoia and madness.
It is also something that I would never do in the past.
In the past, whenever she encountered someone or something that didn't go her way, she would just kill them.
How could you suppress those emotions in your heart in such a self-destructive way and gradually move towards self-destruction?
When did I start to look like this?
Yvester stared blankly at the dagger on the ground, as if she wanted to find an answer for herself.
(End of this chapter)