A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 242: Hydral's Dilemma - II

Ansel's eyes narrowed slightly: "That's quite a wild imagination, but I won't let that happ."

"But the empress can make anything happ."

"That doesn't matter either." The currt Hydral chuckled, speaking in the tone of a mature elder helping a young person solve a minor problem, "I will kill Ephesande in advance, she has lost her spirit, she won't be my oppont."

"The problem lies there, Lord Flamelle."

While conversing with Flamelle, Ravna was still staring at Seraphina. Although it was clearly disrespectful, it had to be said... Seraphina was already quite irritated by her gaze, full of anger, but with nowhere to vt.

"Do you really intd to deal with the empress's problem yourself?" she asked.

"...Hmm?" Flamelle raised his eyebrows slightly, "It seems that you, young lady, don't have much confidce in me."

"Lord Flamelle, ev you, can you sure that you kill the empress at the first opportunity?"

Ravna countered: "If you have to fight the empress, you will definitely bring all the pact heads, and at that time..."

Her gaze shifted to Ansel: "Who will sure Lord Ansel's safety? He can kill one fifth-stage, two, three, or ev more... but t, twty, thirty?"

In the silce, the woman spoke with an indiffert voice, uttering audacious words that offded the gods:

"I think, any fifth-stage extraordinary being in this world, is extremely eager to destroy the gods that tower above their heads."

The d of the Heavly Road is currtly only the fifth stage, and no one has ever explored the path to the sixth stage.

And the four divine species that are destined to be dominated by madness, with their completely overwhelming life levels and power, have arbitrarily used, played with, and controlled them for nearly a thousand years.

Therefore, if you, Lord Ansel, ask for my opinion of Miss Marlowe, I can only point out this — no matter how much preparation you have made," she continued, her voice as cold and mechanical as the tools hammering materials in the alchemy workshop, "you, who cannot control your emotions or ev your strgth, are undoubtedly the most significant unstable factor."

Seraphina bit her lip hard, her heaving chest revealing her currt surge of anger. Yet her silce and slightly trembling body proved that she had no way to refute Ravna's words.

What if... what if Ansel is really in such danger? Can I handle everything? Can I sure that I won't harm him out of impulse? Can I...

Ansel placed his hand over Seraphina's, not saying much, just gtly prying op her tightly clched fist, intertwining his fingers with hers.

"Ravna."

As Seraphina gradually calmed down, Ansel looked at the intelligt and rational person still trapped in the puppet.

Yesterday, he and Seraphina had tormted Ravna until the early hours of the morning. Ravna should have be, as Seraphina thought, still paralyzed on the sofa in Ansel's bedroom. But Ansel woke her up with a potion, gave her clear rationality, and let her figure out what she should do in just a few hours.

"Your words," he said with a light laugh, "are undoubtedly telling me one thing. You believe that you are the one who will absolutely not affect my plan, a person who is infinitely more stable than the unstable Seraphina, right?"

"Yes."

"So," the young Hydral stared at those gorgeous yet cold and lonely purple eyes, and sighed, "this is your answer, your choice?"

Ansel gave her two paths.

Either continue to try to reject him, to fight against him; or choose temporary submission and cooperation, until the final momt comes, th find a way to eliminate the last obstacle to realizing her ideal.

Ravna chose the latter. Just as she could see that Hydral's situation was not optimistic, she knew ev more clearly... after the Tower of Babel fell into Ansel's hands, she no longer had a choice.

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