A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 193: The Madman Not Yet a Hero - I

Emerging from the public cemetery, Ravenna gazed upwards at the overcast sky.

Rain was imminent in three minutes and sixteen seconds; she needed to hasten her return, she contemplated.

Although Soren's prohibition had been partially incinerated, Ravenna's soul remained trapped within this puppet, hence, it was still Madam Ronger who accompanied her on this journey.

To Ravenna, such a wasteful expenditure of human effort was utterly disgraceful, yet she had undertaken it, indicating that this matter held a significance for her equivalent to that of research and learning.

"Let us depart, Madam Ronger," Ravenna calmly stated, "It is time to return to the Tower of Babel."

The dignified scholar nodded slightly, walking shoulder to shoulder with Ravenna towards the direction of the Tower of Babel.

"Ravenna," Ronger suddenly spoke, "You... still haven't told us why you went to the Alchemy Association that day, and what happened."

"There is no need, you cannot resolve this issue. Speaking of it would only add to your worries and decrease your efficiency."

The woman emotionlessly responded, leaving one unsure whether to call her rational or cold-hearted.

Hearing Ravenna's words, Ronger could only respond with a helpless smile, "Actually, you being like this also causes us quite a bit of distress."

"...I have always been this way," Ravenna glanced at Ronger, "I thought you would have grown accustomed to it by now."

Ronger wanted to say that you haven't always been like this, but when she opened her mouth, only silence remained.

She sighed lightly, refraining from further words, simply walking alongside Ravenna.

Occasionally, Ronger would glance at Ravenna's indifferent face, sometimes catching her gazing at the streets of the imperial city, the surrounding buildings, and the bustling crowd.

She could see a vivid sense of weariness and resentment in those magnificent purple eyes.

Ravenna rarely displayed her emotions so openly, but every time she left the public cemetery, she found it difficult to control her emotions.

Even though many were astounded by the remarkable talent of this young sorcerer, the outside world, even the Tower of Babel, would not change their view of Ravenna because of her abilities.

Ravenna did not respond to Ronger's words, she just continued to walk calmly, her steps getting faster and faster, as if she was no longer focusing her attention on these meaningless things, gradually returning to her usual cold machine-like demeanor.

"Let us proceed, Madam Ronger, there should be a carriage station nearby, we—"

"Ah! The lady in white!"

A little girl's exclamation of delight interrupted Ravenna's words.

The woman turned her head expressionlessly, staring with an unwelcoming gaze at the girl who had broken away from her mother's hand and was running towards her.

As expected, the little girl who had seemed so happy just a moment ago instantly shrank back. Ravenna adjusted her glasses, turned her head away, and ignored her.

"Miss, you... um, you are... the extraordinary being of B-Babel, right?"

The hope in her timid call made her stop in her tracks.

After a moment of silence, the stationary Ravenna turned to look at the girl again, and said indifferently, "What is it?"

The little girl was initially somewhat timid, hesitated for a moment, then with a blushing face, she bowed to Ravenna and mustered the courage to say loudly:

"Two years ago... my father's injury was healed by something made by Babel. At that time... I -I saw you! I want to thank you!"

"..."

Between the aloof woman and the grateful girl, silence fell.

Just as the girl realized and hurriedly wanted to bow again to bid Ravenna farewell, this cold, rational machine suddenly spoke:

"How is your father now?"

"Ah! My father, my father is very healthy, very healthy!"

The girl who received a response became even more excited. She seemed to have a lot to say to Ravenna, but her mother came over and kept apologizing to Ravenna.

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