Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!

Chapter 475: Chapter 257: Journey’s End (1.2k)_3

However, at this critical moment, the mirror surface suddenly distorted violently, and the image shattered like a broken ice surface.

What last entered Xiya’s view was Hillena collapsing in a bloodied state, with the pendant fragment in her hand reduced to powder.

"What’s going on?"

Xiya stood up abruptly, the True Vision Mirror slipped from his hand. He was clearly unwilling to accept this, using his own blood as a medium, frantically infusing it into the mirror surface.

Under his desperate efforts, the True Vision Mirror once again upheld the water curtain-like mirror surface.

In just a moment, the scene changed, and the recent battle seemed to have ended.

The Great Imperial Princess of the proud Saint Laurent Empire, who always maintained a straight back, was now hunching her body, trudging through the desolate scorched earth.

Her steps were noticeably less swift than usual, and she had to stop every few steps to catch her breath.

Xiya also noticed that she kept glancing back, as if confirming something. Unfortunately, due to the limited angle of the mirror, only half of her profile was visible. But in that fleeting gentle expression, Xiya let out a sigh of relief, then revealed a rare smile.

"At this moment, Hillena might be missing me, after all, it’s the pendant I gave her, which helped slay that Fourth Rank Demon Knight,"

Xiya unconsciously curled his lips, finally relaxing his tense nerves.

He imagined Hillena’s current feelings—perhaps much like his longing at this moment.

This thought swept away the gloom of recent days, he gently touched the now cold mirror surface, as if by doing so he could reach that distant figure.

No matter what Hillena was guarding, at least at this moment, she was safe, and that was enough.

Meanwhile, the light on the mirror surface completely went out, no longer capable of displaying any images.

This indicated that the Divine Power within the True Vision Mirror from the Divine Ancestor was completely exhausted.

But just as Xiya was about to put away the mirror, a scene suddenly flashed in his mind.

In the image, due to the angle, although the scenery behind Hillena was not visible, upon careful recollection, her walking posture seemed somewhat odd.

It was as if... carrying something.

"Perhaps it’s a secret treasure from the tomb,"

Xiya did not associate the item on Hillena’s back with a "person".

...

Darkness.

Cold.

Excruciating pain.

Am I... still alive?

Consciousness floated in the void, Lynn felt himself falling into an eternal abyss, yet strangely, there was no trace of fear in his heart, only a near liberating calm.

If death could end this heart-rending pain, perhaps it would be merciful.

But somehow, Lynn always felt an empty feeling inside, as if he had forgotten someone important?

The woman in a black dress who repeatedly appeared in his dreams... who is she?

In a daze, Lynn felt someone gently pick him up, warm body temperature dispelled the bone-chilling cold, a wisp of fresh scent lingered at his nose, soon followed by the sensation of warm liquid dripping onto his cheek, slightly salty.

"Don’t die... please don’t die"

A near-choking whisper came by his ear, containing a hint of sorrow and appeal.

That voice seemed like a key, suddenly opening the floodgate of Lynn’s memory—

I remember now.

It’s her, the one person who must never be forgotten.

"Ivyst?"

Lynn abruptly opened his eyes.

But what met his gaze wasn’t the familiar black from his memory, but the close-up of an exquisite face, Hillena with long platinum hair was leaning over him, her eyes slightly reddened, lips maintaining the whispering curve.

Yet upon seeing Lynn awake, she quickly turned away.

However, the momentary joy in her eyes did not escape Lynn’s notice.

His brain paused for about three seconds before clarifying the situation.

He hadn’t died at the hands of that Demon Knight, but was saved by Hillena.

Feeling a strange soft sensation from the back of his head, Lynn turned, realizing he was resting on her lap, Hillena’s warm slender fingers just left his cheek, still carrying the unique scent of a young girl.

"Awake?"

In just a moment, Hillena’s voice returned to its usual calmness, as if that brief moment of vulnerability had never existed.

The sharp pain from his shoulder blade made Lynn inhale sharply, yet he still sneered: "I told you to get lost."

"Do you think I’m a three-year-old child?"

Hillena calmly gazed into the distance, although she had lost her memory, she hadn’t lost her sanity, of course she knew Lynn’s earlier words were just to provoke her into leaving him and fleeing.

Lynn was speechless.

Reason told him to continue with sharp words—after all, when Hillena regains her memory and remembers this period where he took every opportunity, she certainly won’t spare him, considering her pride, she would likely go to war with him.

But at this moment, feeling the warmth of the girl’s thigh, and watching her blood-stained blonde hair flutter lightly in the wind, Lynn’s emotions were somewhat mixed.

Just as Lynn was deliberating to further mock Hillena, his peripheral vision caught sight of her hands—those palms that should be alabaster white were now covered with shocking scars, as if burned by something. Moreover, her arm bore a deep wound revealing the bone.

This indicated Hillena went through a tremendously fierce battle.