The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"Aether Court, get ready, and you...Hydra."

"If you want your talent to perish in the hell of mediocrity."

"Then I will uproot this hell...!"

Chapter 3: The Coming of the Burner

When Ansel got up, Xitana was still lying on his chest, sleeping soundly.

Because they fought from 11 o'clock last night to 6 o'clock in the morning, Ansher didn't sleep all night again, and Sitana just fell asleep ten minutes ago.

The self-purification function in the room was activated, instantly removing the smell that had been lingering all night and exuding a faint, soothing fragrance.

In fact, this technique can be kept on all the time, but Shitana seemed to like the smell very much. After dealing with it once, she blushed and asked Ansher not to clean it again.

Sometimes, our Master Hydra would wonder whether it was because Shetana was at an age when her desires were flourishing that she had poor self-control, or was it that the animal nature in her soul developed a strong need in this regard after she had Anser?

It’s hard to say, but if I bring up this topic in front of Xitana, I will probably have to endure a series of beatings from the shy girl.

But even though Ansel felt strange about this, he welcomed it very much. After all, he was not a normal person... Well, he was not a human being, and his greed for desires would never be satisfied.

Since his personal maids had not returned yet and Ansel did not accept the service of the maids in the manor, he changed his clothes, leaned over to kiss Shitana, and then walked out of the bedroom.

Today's schedule will probably be very busy, and it's not suitable to bring Xitana along, so it's just right for her to have a good sleep and rest.

"We contacted the Ether Institute in advance. After the news was released, Ming Fuluo would not be able to sit still even if fate interfered."

Hydra, who was about to start his evil plan again, chuckled: "Don't let me down in two days, Ming Fuluo."

"This time, it's different from three years ago."

In fact, Ansel’s first target was not Xitana, but Ming Furo.

Three years ago, when he was thirteen years old, he had already made a preliminary plan to reverse his fate. At that time, he thought he had everything ready and launched an attack on Ming Fuluo, but the result was...

This result, however, was a complete failure from Anser's perspective.

In the attempt three years ago, Ansel realized more clearly the deterrence and power of fate. Fortunately, he woke up at the last moment, changed his plan, gave up training Ming Furo, and instead continued to lay traps for subsequent training.

After that, Anser left the imperial capital and traveled around the Hydra territory and the empire, building the network he needed. He lay dormant and patient, constantly honing and perfecting his plan to rebel against fate.

It wasn't until two months ago that the plan officially began.

Among the training plans for the four heroes, Xitana's plan is the simplest and easiest to implement. She has nothing but talent, and her experience is the most miserable among the four heroes.

As for the other three, Ming Furo has the Tower of Babel as her backer. Although she seems to be walking on a tightrope, the resources she possesses are unimaginable for Hitana, and her personality is more difficult to manipulate than Hitana; the saint of the Holy Church walks among the human world. Not only is the opponent difficult to locate, but the situation is also extremely tricky. Even Anser has to be adequately prepared.

As for the last one, the future spiritual leader of the Revolutionary Army, the great hero who will overthrow the empire...

Among the burned memories about this "game", the content about her occupied the majority, so Anser put this most difficult object to deal with last.

As the young Hydra silently reviewed the overall plan in his mind and walked down the corner of the stairs, he immediately heard an energetic call.

"Arthur!"

Anilissa, wearing a plain dress, stood on the platform at the bottom of the stairs and waved to Anser: "Have breakfast with mom!"

"...Okay, mother."

Anser was hugged by Enelissa as he walked down the stairs. The mature Lady Hydra patted her son's shoulder and chuckled:

"How was it last night? Since that girl is the strongest, she should be on par with you, Arthur. Ah, I think Xiaoxi's figure is very suitable for having a baby. When I gave her a bath last night, I didn't know that her butt was so round and big. You can't judge by appearance..."

Anser listened to his mother's chattering, only occasionally responding with a smile or two, and remained silent most of the time.

"Oh, come to think of it..."

The woman touched her cheek. "After Arthur came back, more and more people came to visit. Lian Yi said that she has received more than 20 letters asking for a meeting. Arthur, have you decided who you want to meet? Or do you not want to meet anyone? Then I will ask Lian Yi to turn down all the requests..."

"Before these letters."

Anser said calmly, "Someone will come first."

"...Hmm? Ah!" Anelisa suddenly realized, "Are you talking about that girl from Ivora? Judging from her personality...it doesn't seem strange that she came this morning."

As soon as they finished their conversation, a maid came hurriedly and saluted Anser and Anelsa:

"Master, Madam, Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess has arrived."

"She is as impetuous as ever..."

Mrs. Hydra curled her lips somewhat unhappily. It was not because she hated the eldest princess, but because when she arrived, she would most likely not be able to have breakfast with her son.

"Arthur, aren't you going to greet Ivora?" Anelsa tilted her head.

"No, because she will do it herself—"

Before Anser finished speaking, a brilliant red flame ignited on the wide aisle.

The flames outlined intricate and gorgeous patterns, weaving a bright red long skirt. A pair of snow-white tender feet in red high-heeled shoes stepped out of the fire and lightly touched the ground.

"Long time no see, Anser."

A proud voice came from the flames, and that absolutely gorgeous face poked out of the flames and smiled at Anser: "You have become stronger, and you have found a leader with amazing talent. Very good."

"You have also made great progress in your practice of the Flame of Feasting."

Anser bowed slightly and said, "It's been a long time since we last met, Your Highness."

"Just call me by my name...Oh, ma'am, I almost forgot to say hello to you."

The eldest princess of the empire shook her fiery red hair with her hands and said, "It's been a long time since I last greeted you."

Aenelisa bowed slightly to Ivora in a gentle and demure manner. "It is I who should be the one who hasn't greeted you for a long time, Your Highness. I will not disturb you and Anser from reminiscing about the past. I will take my leave for now."

"Go."

Ivora said this casually, and then fixed his burning gaze on Anser's face.

"Didn't you have breakfast?" she asked.

"No."

"Very good, then let's go to my palace." Ivora grabbed Anser's wrist without thinking, ready to take him away.

But the young Hydra took a step back, easily avoiding the grasping hand of the Grand Princess of the Empire, and said in a gentle voice: "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I'm still more accustomed to eating at home."

"Your family isn't here again... forget it."

Ivora's brows knitted slightly, but soon relaxed again: "It's just a meal, it's nothing serious, let's go."

The two walked side by side, and Ivora still looked at Anser from time to time, his eyes becoming more and more satisfied.

"Where is your pledge," she suddenly asked, "Shitana Lancemalos?"

"rest."

"Rest...oh~"

The corners of the woman's mouth slowly rose, and she reached out to pick up Anser's chin: "Come to think of it, you were already amazing three years ago, I wonder how you are now."

"Your Highness." Anser gently brushed away Ivola's hand, "Please don't say such misleading words casually."

"Ha, that's what the maid I sent you said. What does it have to do with me?"

Ivora seemed to be in a good mood. "You don't know how happy I was by her response at that time. Anser... before that, I always thought that you were a real monster without blood or tears. Her answer made me realize that you still have desires, and they are quite strong."

"Hydra is ultimately entangled in desire."

"……snort."

The eldest princess glanced at him and said, "But you don't look like one."

The two chatted casually as they came to the restaurant. Ivora took the main seat and crossed his legs. He crossed his arms over his chest and looked at the dishes, nodding slightly:

"It looks good... I never doubted your taste, Anser."

Anser held up his knife and fork, and said calmly, "Your Highness, what is the matter that brought you here in such a hurry?"

"what's up?"

Ivora raised his eyebrows slightly, pulled the chair, and put his slender thighs directly on Anser's legs. The high heels hanging on the toes dangled, revealing the pink and white soles of his feet.

"I am the next emperor, and you are the next Hydra."

She supported her face with one hand: "Do I need a reason to look for you?"

The connection between the Emperor and Hydra is, in a way, almost as great as that between Hydra and Khitan.

Anser drank the clear wine and said calmly, "Because Your Highness is not the kind of person who would come to me whenever he wants. You always come to me when you need something, don't you?"

"Um……"

Ivora kicked off her high heels and rubbed her feet slowly on Anser's thighs.

She held her chin and nodded with satisfaction: "You still understand me."

The woman casually picked up a piece of steak with a fork, without paying any attention to aristocratic etiquette, and took a bite and chewed it casually, enjoying the food with half-closed eyes.

"Not bad...Anser, did you bring your family's chef?"

"Mother knew I was coming back, so she asked Old Morpho to come to the manor in advance."

"…Madam really cares about you very much."

Ivora pursed her lips, covering her blood-red lips with a layer of light. After eating the steak, she retracted her legs from Anser's legs and turned them upside down: "Now, let's talk about business."

"About your pledge." Ivora narrowed his eyes. "What's her situation?"

"Your Highness, do you care about this?"

"I didn't really care."

She looked at her long nails, and sparks lit up in her eyes.

"But what that old man said really concerned me."

"It's not nice to address His Majesty like that, Your Highness." Anser cut the steak slowly, "It damages your mother-daughter relationship."

"Ha, we are still mother and daughter? Anser, not everyone is as lucky as you to have such a normal predecessor."

Ivora sneered: "When his energy was running out, he not only did not choose to dedicate himself to the empire, but instead lived like a rat, hiding in the source flame all day long, trying every way to prolong his life."

"This kind of trash is worthy of being my mother?"

The Flame Feast Royal Family, the Dragon Clan, the Abyss Caller, and Hydra.

Among these four divine species, only Hydra will always be a single-line species. In each generation of offspring of the other three races, a descendant with sixth-level qualifications will randomly appear.

Like Hydra, these sixth-order bloodlines have been at the top of the extraordinary people since birth. Their essence is born at the sixth order, but all the energy needed to go from the first order to the sixth order still needs to be supplemented as usual.

The four divine souls all have their own methods of infusing all the energy of the current sixth-order directly into the next generation of sixth-order bloodlines. This is usually done at the end of their lives. In other words... the divine souls can achieve seamless sixth-order inheritance. Whenever a sixth-order dies, a new sixth-order will be born to devour its huge energy.

This is also why... young Anser once said that the empire would never be destroyed by violence.

Because the two sixth-level masters, the Emperor and Hydra, have inherited the power from generation to generation, which is enough to eliminate all unstable factors.

The inheritance method of the Imperial Family of Feasting Flames is very simple. The dying emperor throws himself into the source fire of Anticheg and burns himself, extracts the energy and injects it into the crown. The next emperor will instantly achieve the sixth level when he puts on the crown.

But in this generation…something went wrong.

Ephisandre Feasting, the current Emperor, is... resisting decay.

In the last ten years of her rule, she had become increasingly violent and cruel. She no longer cared about the empire itself, and asked the contemporary Hydra Flamel to use all means to develop potions, and secretly searched for various ways to prolong her life, or in other words... survive the chaos and madness.

However, the eldest princess Ivora is an heir who is both capable and ambitious. She has already set her sights on the other side of the Tiantu Mountains, a vast land that the empire has never set foot on. She is determined to... firmly grasp the entire continent in her hands during her lifetime.

An old and feeble emperor who resists death; an ambitious and power-hungry princess.

The conflict between the two is so intense that it is almost unreconcilable.

If it weren't for the fact that once the sixth-level bloodline was born, it would be impossible for other sixth-level bloodlines to be born, Effisand would have a high chance of killing Ivora directly.

"At that time." Ivora looked at Anser with burning eyes, "After learning that you had a bonded head that could carry the power of two bonded heads... she was a little abnormally excited and said something."

"What did His Majesty say?"

"She said, the abyss is in the palm of your hand."

Anser couldn't help laughing: "Your Majesty, you are joking. Is she trying to say that I have the power to control the abyss?"

The young Hydra spread his hands and said, "Your Highness, can you believe this? The abyss, the essence of power, is this something I can control?"