The villain's way to tame the protagonist

And Ivora could not accept that she would be completely defeated after this conflict broke out. She would never allow Efesand to completely and thoroughly dominate her. Although this was the fact... she just couldn't accept it.

So...Ansher finally manipulated this ending.

——Evisande got what she wanted and completed the "punishment" of Ivora; and Ivora did not actually lose her dignity, because everyone knew that the princess did not lose, only the old and foolish emperor was deceived by Anther's few words.

The key is that no one dares to remind her. It is hard to say what the final result will be, but whoever reminds her will definitely die.

So, although Ivora appeared to bow her head in the end, her actual loss was almost zero.

Well...if it weren't for the Tower of Babel incident, it would really be close to zero.

"I didn't expect that old guy would disgust me in the end."

Ivora licked the wine on Anser's collarbone and said, "But it doesn't matter. You have helped me so much. Let this Tower of Babel be my return gift to you."

She straddled Anser, stretched out her hand to hook her light red veil, and smiled softly: "Or... do you need me to give you something else in return?"

"That is enough, Your Highness."

Anser gently held Ivora's waist and said with a smile.

Just as he had never told the emperor about the plan between him and Ivora, Anser had never told Ivora, let alone that he had actually met Susilen, and had single-handedly pushed for the restart of the floating cannon, claiming that he did it just for himself.

He would not tell Ivora. The meticulous and extremely smart Susilen would definitely tell the emperor after polishing the matter, letting the emperor know that he was helping Babel, and letting the emperor know... that he might have some kind of covetousness for Babel, and it would be best for him to take Babel away, so that Susilen could weaken the power under Ivora.

Therefore, the Tower of Babel finally falling into his hands was not the emperor's sudden intention to disgust Ivora, but a foregone conclusion that had been laid long before.

"Tuk-tuk-tuk."

"...Asshole, just when I was feeling a little excited, it's all gone again."

Ivora stood up, lowered his head and kissed Anser deeply, and said, "Forget it, I'll come to you when I have time. After this incident, she will be much calmer for a while, and it's time for me to do something."

After saying that, she turned into flames and disappeared in Anser's room.

Ansher touched his lips and chuckled without saying anything.

Finally, he would never tell Ivora that the help he provided was never for her.

Just for that Tower of Babel, just for... someone.

"come in."

"...Dear A Luo."

This war, this game.

The initiator is Anser, the guide is Anser, and the controller is Anser.

And in the end... Efesand seemed to have won, Ivora seemed to have won, Susilen seemed to have won, and even the two lords on both sides of the war game got what they wanted.

But in reality, there is only one true winner.

He was so bold as to deceive Ivora and everyone, even the emperor as a chess piece, and manipulated him at will. In the end, he got everything he wanted perfectly... and even received gratitude, recognition, and praise from everyone. He maintained his perfect image and calmly controlled everything. He was the most evil devil.

Anser Hydra.

Chapter 8: The Devil's Companion⑤ (K)

Ming Fuluo, who was preparing the nutritional potion with her head down, heard a surprised voice:

"Are you going to live on this stuff for another month?"

"Time is precious."

Ming Fuluo replied without even looking up: "It's a shame to waste."

Anser, who was sitting on the workbench, looked up and sighed: "Is this why you have..."

"..." The woman turned her head and looked at Anser with sharp and cold eyes.

"Okay, okay, just kidding. But it's really unhealthy for you to do this, Luo."

"I'm more inclined to think that the latter part of your statement is a joke."

Ming Fuluo gently shook the glass and said expressionlessly, "It is more nutritious than anything you have ever eaten."

"I mean..." Anser nodded his head, "this aspect."

"Although it seems to be just eating, in the final analysis, it is still people's pursuit of 'enjoyment', which is human nature."

"You are not a poor person who can only struggle to make ends meet. It is normal to skip a meal once or twice for the sake of time, but this attitude of 'I don't need it at all' is wrong."

He looked at the bottle of green thick liquid in Ming Fuluo's hand and advised her seriously: "You are gradually stripping away your humanity for your work and ideals."

"Just not eating means you've lost your humanity?" Ming Fuluo curled her lips. "Your ability to exaggerate things is growing day by day, Anser."

"This is just a sign, indicating that sooner or later you will take the initiative to peel off more... Never mind, when that happens, I will be kind enough to save you once."

Anser chuckled and patted Ming Fuluo on the shoulder: "When the time comes, you have to think about how I want you to thank me."

Ming Fuluo did not shake off Anser's hand. She just dropped the last drop of unknown liquid into the container and shook it again. She said indifferently: "Just continue to be so delusional."

The young Hydra raised his eyebrows slightly. Although he was used to this guy's attitude, habit and tolerance were not necessarily the same thing.

He bent down and took the nutrient potion from Ming Fuluo's hand. Under her increasingly cold gaze, he said in a leisurely tone:

"I see. I was thinking of telling you about a great idea."

"...You never use such self-righteous adjectives to describe your ideas."

Ming Fuluo's tone changed slightly: "Is this another bad joke, or——"

"Of course, it is."

Anser raised his head slightly, his sea-blue eyes hiding a teasing that the other party could not see clearly: "'Now', only I can think of such a great thing."

His words made Ming Furo fall into deep thought. Although she had seen many ideas proposed by Anser that even shocked her, and even many of them had been realized, Anser almost never... No, he would never use words like "incredibly great" to describe a certain device. "Amazing" was already a very high evaluation. Even something as dreamy as a mechanical device was only this level for Anser.

Ming Fuluo's heartbeat gradually accelerated. Only at this time would she experience the rare emotion called "excitement".

Although this annoying... but not so annoying blonde kid in front of him turned his creation into sweet fruit, and then openly and almost obviously made an extremely crude trap outside the fruit, waiting for her to step into the noose, and then tease herself who was hung high up at will.

But so what? As long as I can taste the fruit, I can tease you, and...

It seemed that he was not just trying to tease himself.

"...So, what do you want me to do this time in order for you to tell me that thing?" Ming Fuluo looked at Anser expressionlessly, "Are you going to waste my time in another way?"

"No, no, no, Luo, you have to understand that this is a very, very, very great concept. It plays a very important role in the future you expect and the new era I want to see. It is not an exaggeration to say that it is one of the core."

Ansher exaggerated the importance of this mysterious concept, which made Ming Fuluo begin to doubt whether this guy was lying to her.

“So this time, nothing good will happen.”

The young Hydra jumped off the workbench and looked at Ming Fuluo with a smile, "I won't allow you to listen to me do something and I will tell you about it again."

"…How can I be sure that you are not lying to me?"

"When have I ever lied to you about this?" Anser asked back, "I may lie to you about anything, Luo, but only about this——"

"The only thing I want to see is..."

There was a light in those sea-blue eyes that made Ming Furo's breathing pause slightly.

"It must be the same as you." said Ansir Hydra.

...Yes, only in this respect, Ansel would not lie to me.

After a brief silence, Ming Fuluo nodded: "Okay, then what do you want me to do in order for you to tell me that thing?"

"Well..."

Ansel stroked his chin, froze the nutrient potion in his hand into a lump of ice, and threw it to the ground, where it shattered into pieces.

"First," he said with a bright smile, "start by eating well every day."

*

The bedroom door was slowly pushed open.

A blue-gray high ponytail, off-white glasses, a pure white coat and a tight skirt with a hint of flesh showing through, iron-gray stockings that wrap around her slender and plump thighs, and a pair of pure black high heels.

The person who is dressed so intellectually and maturely and comes to visit at this time can only be our Miss Mingflora Zeger.

Her expression was still as cold as before, but compared to the past, this coldness seemed to contain a hint of...death?

It's like a state of despair, but it's not the kind of powerless and helpless despair. Instead, it's a kind of resignation that makes one actively choose to accept despair under difficult choices.

"I thought you would show your sincerity... and come here in your real form."

Anser, who was sitting on the sofa, raised his eyebrows slightly.

“…I can’t go back now.”

Ming Fuluo's voice was still indifferent without any fluctuations, but now this indifference, like her cold expression, also carried a bit of emptiness.

She shifted her gaze to Anser's face and continued in this somewhat creepy tone: "If you want to--"

"stop."

Anser interrupted Ming Fuluo and said, "My intuition tells me that you will say something very rude and self-deprecating next. It's better to stop here."

He raised his chin slightly towards the sofa opposite him: "Sit down first."

The exquisite, beautiful and mature doll sat silently opposite Ansher, her dull purple eyes drooping slightly, not meeting Ansher's gaze.

"First, I need to confirm one thing—"

Anser leisurely poured himself a glass of wine: "A Luo, do you know your current situation?"

"…lost the war, was ostracized, and suffered isolation."

Ming Fuluo said in a low voice with no expression on her face: "And, the Tower of Babel belongs to you, and I have lost my last foothold."

"I can only let you slaughter me."

When she said the four words "at your mercy", there was hardly any fluctuation in her tone. The way she "narrated" her own miserable situation from the perspective of an outsider was nothing short of horrifying.

This can no longer be called rationality, but... madness in another sense.

"You figured it out quickly." Anser held his chin with one hand and looked at her, "How do you feel now?"

"It sucks."

"But you don't look like you're terrible... well, it's kind of related."

The biggest winner of this game showed a malicious smile to the only loser: "But if I say that you deserve it, will you accept it?"

That's right, Ansher planned, promoted, guided and controlled all of this.

But in fact, what really made this "game" proceed completely according to Anser's wishes?

It was Mingflora Zeg's almost crazy rationality.

She would never accept the collapse of the Tower of Babel that carries her ideals. She would force the war forward when she is sure of success. She would do something that... Ansel could see at a glance.

——Because when a choice is placed in front of her, she will always choose the one that is beneficial to her ideals.

Anser had already experienced this.

Therefore, if one simply wants to "plot against" Ming Furo, it is actually not that difficult.

Although she can really see through Ansher's schemes and tricks most of the time, as long as she applies enough terrifying pressure and always puts things that can affect her ideals on the other side of the scale, even if Ming Furo is able to see through Ansher's schemes, she will step into the trap without hesitation.

Just like three years ago, whenever Anser tempted Ming Furo with new ideas, she would always choose to submit to Anser.

As for the many insignificant calculations, even if they were seen through, it didn't matter. Anser didn't care.

However, even if Ming Fuluo is more likely to fall into his trap than Xitana to some extent, it does not mean that she is easier to tame than Xitana.

"What's so unacceptable?" Ming Fuluo said indifferently, "If you fail, you have to bear the consequences. It's only natural."

——As obvious as her answer.

Mingflora Zeger is not someone whose mind is easily defeated.

The lovely Miss Sitana is only sixteen years old this year. Before she met Ansher, her life could be described as simple and her personality was extremely emotional.

Therefore, good and evil, love and hate, these things can easily affect her, interfere with her, and even destroy and distort her mind.

But Ming Fuluo is different. She is a rational, crazy, determined and paranoid idealist.