The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Ming Fuluo curled the corners of her mouth. She was in a good mood, but of course she quickly restrained herself.

Hendrick hesitated for a long time and still did not make things clear to Ming Furo. After all, if he told her now, she might make a fuss. But in front of Ivora, this girl who always knew how to weigh the pros and cons would not do or say anything irrational.

They soon arrived at the conference room. The brutal and violent eldest princess sat on the main seat, looking expressionlessly at everyone in the conference room. The terrifying pressure she silently exuded had already made most of the people present sweat profusely.

Unlike Anser, who did not deliberately focus on improving his strength, Ivora is now a real fifth-level - even if she does nothing, she can be promoted to the sixth level as long as she waits for Efesand to die. She has been honing her strength day by day since the moment she was sensible.

However, if the gap between the fifth and sixth levels is not filled by inheritance, it will take too much time and resources. Therefore, facing the distant sixth level, Ivora, who has a deep desire for power, hopes that his mother will die as soon as possible.

"Ether Court gave you seven more days and waited for you for seven days."

Ivola tapped the table lightly with her index finger. Although her tone was calm, the gradually rising temperature in the conference room proved that her mood was completely opposite to her tone.

"So," she said expressionlessly, holding her chin with one hand, "what are your results?"

Just when everyone's heart was beating wildly and they were feeling uneasy, Ming Fuluo spoke without hesitation: "Your Highness..."

"Your Highness."

Hendrick's voice drowned out Ming Fuluo's voice.

He stood out from the crowd and saluted respectfully to Ivora: "I have... a proposal."

"...Hmm?" Ivora frowned slightly. "I'm here to see your achievements, not to listen to any bullshit suggestions."

Ming Fuluo gradually began to have a bad feeling in her heart, but it was not appropriate to speak now, so she could only remain silent.

Hendrick was silent for a moment, then raised his head and said calmly:

"Your Highness, we...can't produce any results."

In the dead silence, he stared at Ivora without flinching: "In other words, we can't produce results that can rival the Black Knight."

"With the background of the Ether Institute and the unlimited resources allocated by His Majesty, no matter what we make, there is no possibility of defeating the opponent. This is an unfair duel, Your Highness."

"so?"

Ivora narrowed his eyes slightly. Everyone could feel that the temperature in the conference room had instantly soared by at least 30 degrees. The scorching heat wave burned everyone's skin, and the source of the heat wave emitted an extremely cold voice: "So, you want to admit your incompetence, right?"

"No, it is not, Your Highness."

With sweat oozing from his forehead, Hendrick bowed his head once again: "We just can't change this fact. We can't change the weight of His Majesty in this unfair duel. We... can only admit defeat."

…give up.

Ming Fuluo, who was enduring the burning feeling, was stunned.

Throw in the towel? Hendrick, throw in the towel?

Should I surrender to the Ether Institute, to those guys who imprisoned this world, to the creatures that Ansel and I created?

Even if the Tower of Babel would be destroyed, should we admit defeat?

Everyone was stunned. They stared at Hendrick blankly. No one understood what he was saying at this moment.

Failure means destruction, so will the result of admitting defeat be better? How is that possible! The cruel princess hates weak people the most. The result of them admitting defeat will only be worse than losing the war!

Everyone's heart was in suspense, and fear that even the scorching heat could not extinguish spread in everyone's soul. Some people had already begun to tremble slightly, and even closed their eyes, waiting for destruction to come.

however……

“Ha, hahahaha…hahahahaha!”

Instead of being burned to death by the fire of tyranny, they heard... Ivora's loud laughter?

"So that's how it is... I was wondering why that guy Anser would plead for you and even make a bet with me."

Ivora seemed to have found something interesting. She felt a little better. She raised her head and said, "He bets that you will admit defeat. If you do, I will spare all of your lives."

"——Because I didn't think you would have the guts to admit defeat. Now it seems that I underestimated you."

Hendrick, who seemed calm but was actually extremely nervous, also breathed a sigh of relief.

Sir Anser, you really...

This result caused other senior executives of Tower of Babel to be confused for a moment, and then they fell into uncontrollable ecstasy.

They knew better than anyone that they could not win this war. Everything they did was just a desperate struggle. The only difference was whether they died beautifully or ugly.

But now... now there is a way out for them!

And it’s not just their way of survival, but also the way of survival for countless lives in those two innocent territories!

"He also talked to me about a lot of truths... I have to say, that guy is really good at persuading people, and I was somewhat persuaded by him."

Ivora said in boredom: "Although it is reasonable for you to die to apologize for your failure, it will make it difficult for me to ascend the throne. I want to be a great emperor, and I cannot turn your stains into bigger stains."

Her words, which showed that she did not regard the people in the Tower of Babel as "human beings" at all, did not arouse the emotions of others. They had long been accustomed to being treated like this, and had long been accustomed to being...trampled by this future god.

"So, I did consider his statement and made a bet with him."

Hendrick's eyes flashed with strong expectation: "So you..."

"I am not a lowly person who goes back on his word." The eldest princess waved her hand. "After all, what Anser said was right. That old man was too shameless. It's normal for me to lose."

Her words seemed to indicate that she had tacitly agreed with Anther's proposal. All members of the Tower of Babel would have a chance to survive, and the meaningless war would be avoided. The only price would be the dissolution of the Tower of Babel.

"but--"

This cruel turn of events made everyone's hearts stop.

"But I hate losing, so I added an extra condition to this bet."

"What I want is weapons, not the Tower of Babel. In other words... I want to listen to the opinions of the people who make weapons, not all of you. After all, that is meaningless to me."

"Who among you is the one who made the finished product? As long as she chooses to admit defeat, I will let you rats go. You can escape to any gutter you want. As long as you don't return to the imperial capital, I will not pursue the matter any more."

"But if she chooses to fight to the death with courage and honor..."

A cruel and excited smile gradually appeared on Ivora's face:

"Then this war must continue."

"..."

There was silence in the conference room.

Everyone turned their eyes to someone in the crowd, the most rational, yet also the craziest... idealist in the entire Tower of Babel.

Mingflora Zeger.

If it was Ming Fuluo… If it was Ming Fuluo, nothing would happen. Because she looked unkind, but she knew how to weigh the pros and cons. In this situation, everyone knew what the best choice was.

Under the expectant gazes of everyone, Ming Fuluo stood up and said very calmly:

"I am probably the only one who has produced the finished product, Your Highness."

"Well, so." Ivola looked at her with interest, "What's your answer?"

"war."

There was no silence, no hesitation, not a single ounce of doubt.

Ming Fuluo gave her answer, which made everyone present stunned, dazed, and then furious and desperate.

"Mingfu——"

Bang!

A ball of fire exploded in Hendrick's chest, blasting him into the wall of the conference room. Ivola waved his hand and said indifferently: "Who allowed you to speak? You, continue."

"My answer is war." Ming Fuluo and Ivora looked at each other, "I don't choose to admit defeat."

"Hehehehe... I admire your courage."

Ivora laughed happily. "So, where does your courage come from? Can you defeat that big guy?"

"can."

The woman's answer was concise and powerful: "I will win... No, Your Highness, you will win."

"Hahaha! Okay, I'll remember it!"

The eldest princess laughed freely and happily: "As long as you win, you can ask me for anything, even killing an old man in the Ether Courtyard!"

"But if you lose..." The smile on her face disappeared without a trace, "What do you think we should do?"

"I hope you can still let go of the other members of the Tower of Babel. I will bear the consequences of failure."

Ming Fuluo's answer was calm and reasonable: "Since you only need someone to make weapons, then I will be responsible for the results regardless of victory or defeat. I think this is reasonable."

This was not just out of reasonable consideration. Ming Furo knew very well that the woman in front of her was the second most unreasonable bastard in the world. It was impossible to expect her to be reasonable. The reason why she dared to propose this option was naturally because Ivora was in a good mood. When everyone chose to admit defeat, such a dramatic turn of events occurred.

In a good mood, she will agree to this request.

As expected, Ivora laughed happily again: "A cold and rational scholar who pursues heroism alone for his ideals and honor, hmm... it's a really good drama theme. I enjoyed it very much. It's accurate."

"Thank you for your tolerance, Your Highness."

This is the best choice.

Even if she failed, she would be the only one to pay the price—and besides, she would never fail.

As for...war.

Ming Fuluo would not take their death for granted, but she would not let the awareness of death become a burden to herself.

Ignoring the cold, distant, resentful and sad looks from her elders and companions, Ming Furo repeated to herself in her heart.

This is the best choice.

"Three days later, in the southern border, Linghu Territory will receive assistance from the steel giant, and you will be responsible for supporting Watson Territory. This war will end with one side's complete defeat. Mingfuluo Zeg... hehe, prepare well. I look forward to your performance."

After saying this, Ivora's figure turned into flames and disappeared in the conference room.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

After a few seconds of silence, all the senior executives of the Tower of Babel rushed forward and surrounded Ming Furo.

"Ming Fuluo, do you know what you are doing!?"

"Zerg, you're crazy! You almost killed all of us!"

"You... Mr. Zeger can't possibly have a granddaughter like you. If he were here, he would never do something like you!"

The noisy clamor overwhelmed Ming Fuluo. Anger, disappointment, sadness... countless emotions mixed together, trying to destroy and crush her like a small boat in the waves.

However, this stressful environment of endless questioning and accusations from friends and elders, which could have caused Xitana to completely collapse, had no effect on Ming Furo.

She just raised her glasses which were slightly crooked during the shoveling and said expressionlessly:

"Is that enough? If so, I'm going to go back and strengthen Nidhogg. Hendrick, find twenty of the best alchemists. Three days is enough."

"...Ming Fuluo, Ming Fuluo!"

Hendrick had never yelled at Ming Fuluo before, but at this moment he couldn't control himself and yelled: "Do you know what you are doing? You ruined the best opportunity! Even if the Tower of Babel is disbanded, it will still give us all a chance to survive."

"Did I?" Ming Fuluo asked back, "Even if I failed, wouldn't I be the only one to die?"

"you!"

Hendrick's tone was slightly hesitant, but he soon said angrily: "How dare you bet that she will agree to your request? What if she refuses?"

"Then why do you dare to bet that she will accept our direct surrender?" Ming Fuluo said expressionlessly, "No, you are not betting on this. It seems that... you have contacted Hydra directly and made this decision after discussing it with Hydra. In other words... you are betting that Hydra will help you."

“Isn’t this gambling?”

"How can this be gambling! Lord Anser—"

"What's wrong with him? Do you know him well? How many times have you met him? Just a few words, and you just believe that he will definitely help you without any extra intentions or conspiracies?"

Under this heavy pressure, Ming Fuluo became the questioner. She stared into Hendrick's eyes and said word by word:

"Tell me, if this isn't gambling, what else could it be?"

"..."

Hendrick couldn't refute her on this point. The man gritted his teeth slightly, looking at Ming Fuluo with more and more pain in his eyes:

"Even so... Ming Fuluo, we have already succeeded, and His Highness has agreed to this matter. If you just admit defeat, it will be over, and there will be no meaningless war... Why, why do you have to choose to provoke a war again?"