Chapter 129 When did I become like this?

A puppy is a puppy.

So cute.

How can I become a human just because I say I don’t want to be a puppy anymore?

Humans are so dirty and hateful, it’s best to be a carefree puppy.

They will be very satisfied just by lying in their owner's arms and being hugged and kissed.

Hey, where is my puppy? Where did the cute little puppy go?

Come back soon! If you accidentally run outside and get kidnapped by those bad women, your owner will be very angry! What? You are already someone else's puppy?

No, no!

The master is really going to be angry! At this moment, Ivester felt countless chaotic thoughts and voices flooding into her mind.

She didn't know what expression she had when she left Lynn's room.

I only remember that after hearing his cold and ruthless words, my whole head was buzzing, as if I was escaping from reality and blocking out all information from the outside world.

When she came to her senses, she found herself holding a dagger, sitting quietly by the window in the study.

Looking at the sharp blade in her hand, she said nothing.

All the scenes that just happened came to my mind.

It turns out that the cute little dog doesn't just belong to me.

And it is very likely that he had become another woman's toy long before.

Realizing this, Yviste's slender wrist trembled slightly. She wanted to hold the hilt of the knife tightly, but she could not control the pain and fatigue coming from her body.

There weren't many situations that could make her feel so powerless.

Apart from the few times she fell asleep while dealing with the seals, the only time was when Lin En died in front of her.

And now, there is one more time.

Not only that, this unprecedented feeling of powerlessness and disgust far exceeds any previous experience.

No matter how hopeless the setbacks in the past were, they could always give people a glimmer of hope.

But this time, Yvesette couldn't find any possibility of winning.

My future self, the Witch of the End, Ivester.

When Yvesette thought of the cold, white-haired woman she saw from Lynn's spiritual world across the long river of time, she felt a strong hatred and jealousy in her heart.

That was her, but it was not just her.

She has even more powerful strength, enough to rival that of a god.

She has richer life experience and is far more mature and reliable than myself.

Her personality also seemed more likable, at least her own puppy was completely bewitched by it.

Of course, the most important point is also the one that makes Yvesthe most desperate.

In the future, she seems to have healed the curse on her face.

The curse of "evil" has been a psychological shadow for Yvesette since she was a child.

It can be said that the reason why I have fallen to this state is mostly due to this curse.

Even before Lin En came, the black curse mark on her face had always been a scar that she buried deep in her heart and did not want to touch. She had to live with a mask on, like a mouse that could not see the light.

Poor and sad.

And now, her future self has actually cured the curse and become so beautiful and noble.

In comparison, she was like an ugly duckling that everyone hated. No one thought she was pretty except Lin En.

No.

Perhaps even the 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 had already known his future self at an earlier time.

In this case, who is the subject of this sentence "It's so beautiful"? The result is self-evident.

This was also the last straw that caused Yvesette to collapse.

After careful comparison, I found that I was not comparable to the woman of my future life in any way.

What's even more despairing is that she didn't even have a chance to catch up or even surpass her.

Even if Ivester wanted to change, every bit of progress and improvement she made in the process only made her more like her future self.

It was a thought that terrified and devastated her.

To her, the witch is the end point and everything she has.

But in the witch's eyes, 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 couldn't even retaliate or kill the other person.

No.

Actually, it can be done.

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This is the only thing I can do since I am inferior to that bitch in every aspect.

A glimmer of light flashed faintly in Ivisette's bright red and dim eyes.

Her breathing quickened a little, and she stared down at the dagger in her hand.

As long as I kill myself here, that bitch in the future will no longer exist.

Yvesette slowly raised the knife, but a trace of confusion flashed in her eyes.

But if he was going to die, what would happen to his own little dog? Without his owner's company, he would surely whine in anxiety, right? Not only that, he was so cute, and there was a high chance that he would be taken home by another woman.

In that case, let's kill them together.

Even if we have to be buried, we must be buried together, so that he can be with me forever.

Never separate again.

The clear moonlight flowed in from the window like running water, and also coated the sharp dagger with a layer of silver.

In a trance, Yvesette actually saw a white-haired woman with messy hair and paranoid and dim eyes on the blade that reflected the image like a mirror.

The face felt familiar yet strange to her.

A little haggard, a little desperate.

Is this me? Ivester subconsciously turned her head and looked at the wall beside her.

There is an oil painting hanging there. In the painting, a valiant woman in military uniform is in high spirits, with eyes as sharp as a knife and a dignified demeanor. She is a noble and proud royal woman.

Even with the mask on, it was still awe-inspiring.

wrong.

This is me.

The third princess of the Saint Laurent Empire, Yvesette Laurent Alexini.

Although no one is optimistic about her, she is destined to stand out from the king's selection, go against the trend, and become the next empress of this corrupt empire, bringing hope and new life to the country.

Looking at the bright and charming self in the portrait, Yvesette's hand trembled involuntarily, and the sharp dagger fell to the ground.

She stared blankly at her white palms.

Her skin, which should have been flawless and delicate, was already scarred by her recent self-destruction, with nail marks everywhere.

This is the mark of paranoia and madness.

It is also something that my past self would never do.

In the past, when she encountered someone or something that was unpleasant to her, she would just kill them.

And how could we suppress those emotions in our hearts in such a self-destructive way, gradually moving towards self-destruction?

When did I become what I am now? Yvesette stared blankly at the dagger on the ground, as if trying to find an answer for herself.

(End of this chapter)