A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 634 Weaver and Waver - I

Ansel and Ravenna sat amidst the resplendent garden. Even in the absence of its mistress, the loyal Hydral servants maintained the grounds meticulously, but without Annelisa, the flowers, despite their vibrant beauty, seemed to have lost their spirit.

"After a day, are you still feeling unwell?"

Ansel pushed a cup of sweet fruit tea towards Ravenna, gazing at the weary scholar who propped her head with one hand.

"...It's nothing serious."

The petite woman gulped down the tea, reminiscent of Seraphina's hearty drinking style. No longer confined to a mortal body, Ravenna had no true physiological needs, yet this reaction clearly indicated her deep soul-weariness.

"When the God from the Machine appeared, at least twenty fifth-stage extraordinary beings immediately responded."

The sweetness in her throat made Ravenna exhale softly, but her brows remained furrowed with concern: "Though they didn't dare to act, they tried various ways to probe the God from the Machine. Managing this without straining your power while maintaining pressure on the dukes was exceedingly difficult."

The premise of the God from the Machine's unparalleled power was Ansel in the "driver's seat," with Hydral as the most potent energy source. In the separation of man and machine, Ravenna's ability to exert such deterrence was remarkable.

"I told you before, a minor mistake is of no consequence."

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Ansel gently pressed Ravenna's hand, whispering, "It's all within my plan."

"Who do you think I am?" Ravenna scoffed softly, "If you need perfection, I can achieve perfection. There's no need for you to activate other plans."

As she said this, she withdrew her hand from under Ansel's, placing it over his.

Her delicate fingers gently caressed the back of his hand, devoid of any amorous intentions. She stared at his youthful, not particularly large hand and murmured softly:

"You've worked hard, Ansel."

"Hm?" Ansel was somewhat surprised. "Is it me who has worked hard?"

"Are you suggesting that my minor efforts are more crucial than your battle with fate?"

Ravenna's guilt was amplified during the Western expedition.

She knew Ansel had set off for the West shortly after their rift, transforming into Faust. During these years, Ansel did not seek the pact head, making her wonder... what purpose drove him to wander the West after losing his only friend.

Ravenna didn't seek the answer, for she was afraid.

She feared she, herself... might be the reason Ansel became the Hydral today.

Seraphina, naive and straightforward, recognized the cruel indifference of fate through Ansel's memories but never delved into the peril and horror of that power.

However, the perceptive Ravenna spent three years alone in darkness, contemplating. After receiving answers from Ansel, she profoundly understood the immense terror that transcended all things.

This realization deepened her guilt for leaving Ansel to face it alone.

The struggle against fate was arduous, leading Ravenna to believe she was not doing anything remarkable. Ansel, who could confront fate, seemed far stronger than she.

Ansel, seeing this, smiled and urged her not to dwell on the past.

Although it was unlikely for the thoughtful Ravenna to let go, Ansel had time to mend their past.

Ravenna quietly observed Ansel for a while, then sighed, resting her head on the table and lightly nudging the hand beneath hers.

"Don't use your cleverness to tease a woman's feelings; it's quite annoying."

"Quite annoying?"

"...Not too annoying."

After a brief moment of tenderness, Ravenna, somewhat revitalized, sat up and asked Ansel, "Will he truly come?"

Recalling the words Ansel had spoken before they returned to the imperial capital, Ravenna still found it hard to believe. It wasn't a matter of doubting Ansel's abilities, but the plan he had laid out for her was simply... beyond imagination.

"Fate will let him know,"

the young Hydral smiled. "It won't allow me the chance to grow and breathe unimpeded."