The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Idealists will not die or be defeated until their ideals are killed.

It was as if her expression was somewhat dead and her tone became somewhat empty, as if she was in a state of despair, but in fact, she was not defeated by the terrible consequences brought to her by this war.

Ming Fuluo's current state of emptiness is because Ansher has already grasped the Tower of Babel and her lifeline. On her path to realizing her ideals, a terrifying obstacle has appeared that is almost insurmountable for her.

As for isolation? Rejection? Losing a foothold? These emotions, which were definitely unacceptable to Xitana, did not affect her at all.

It's just that the difficulty of realizing her ideal has suddenly increased, so she seems so gloomy, that's all.

“Bear the consequences…”

Anser chuckled and said meaningfully: "Are you really ready for that?"

"...What do you want me to do?" Ming Fuluo's voice was slightly hoarse.

“It’s a dialogue that makes people miss it.”

The young Hydra sighed like this, waved to Ming Furo, and patted his thigh. Everything was said without words.

The cold and beautiful woman stood up and sat astride Anther's legs, still silent.

"A Luo, you know what?"

The victorious conspirator toyed with the poor loser and repeated on Ming Fuluo what the eldest princess had done to him.

The crystal clear wine slowly flowed down the snow-white neck, and finally formed a shallow puddle somewhere.

Anser raised his head, looked into the dim purple eyes, and said with emotion:

"I really miss the time three years ago, because I really regarded you as a friend."

"……lie."

"No, this is not a lie." Hydra said so, lowered his head slightly and took a sip of wine. The wetness and coldness of the wine mixed with the heat of Anther's tongue, brushing across the puppet's false skin, but making Ming Furo's soul tremble.

"Even now, I consider you a friend."

Ming Fuluo's eyes were a little lively because of anger, and the corners of her mouth twitched slightly: "Is this how you treat your friends?"

"It's because you don't consider me a friend, Luo."

Anser held up the soft and plump wine glass and chuckled, "Do I look like the kind of person who would treat others well unconditionally no matter how bad their attitude is?"

"You see my actions as a betrayal of you, but in my eyes..."

Even though the sensitivity was lowered, the touches transmitted by the puppet still made Ming Furo involuntarily tighten her legs and clamp Anser's legs tightly.

Hydra's voice turned cold and the strength in his hands suddenly increased, causing Ming Fuluo to groan in pain.

"Aren't you a betrayer?"

Anser's behavior and words seemed to have angered Ming Furo. She knew very well that the best choice now was to remain silent, like a dead puppet without any life. No matter what Anser did or said, it was up to him. But even if he could erase his own emotions to the point of starting a war... Ming Furo was unable to control the anger in her heart at this moment.

It was just like when she was in the Ether Courtyard, she failed to control her emotions, causing her soul to be stuffed into this puppet.

Because the person in front of her had made her think that achieving that ideal was not out of reach, had made her think... that she really had a friend, a destined companion.

"...Why." Ming Fuluo sneered, "Are you trying to say that you also invested your feelings? Have you forgotten what you said to me that night? Do you need me to repeat it for you--"

Before she could finish her words, Ansher pushed her down on the sofa.

"A Luo." Anser said with a friendly smile, "You seem to have misunderstood the relationship between us. Why, you couldn't control your emotions this time? This is not like you."

"A bit..."

He whispered, the smile on his face gradually disappearing.

呲——

The extremely real skin on the puppet's chest was easily cut open, revealing the silver metal body that was shining with iron.

The devil who cut the puppet's skin amid Ming Fuluo's cries of pain declared the reason for his brutal act expressionlessly:

"… disappoints me."

After simply cutting open the fake skin on the outside, Ansher did not use any more force, but the fingers that could easily tear the puppet apart were still moving on the metallic surface. His movements were so passionate and gentle, but his voice was still ice-cold.

"You three years ago made me understand one thing."

"Emotions can't change you. Even if I have tried so hard to make you regard me as the most important person in your life... in front of that ideal, you will still choose to betray me."

"Or rather, you have never valued me that much. My position in your heart is nothing but wishful thinking."

Riding on the puppet, Ansor inserted his fingers into the vocal part which was necessary for humans but not for puppets. In order to slow down the soul's rejection of the puppet's body, Ming Furo perfected most of the puppet's anthropomorphic functions as much as possible, while Hydra gently pinched the simulated organ, ruthlessly declaring her dominance.

"You are just like me, an extremely selfish demon who can pay any price to achieve his own goals."

He sighed, "So I am sure that you will never be tamed by me."

"Because I know myself better than anyone else, I naturally know you better than anyone else."

Under the increasingly cold gaze of those purple eyes, Hydra, who called himself the evil ghost, suddenly laughed, moved his fingers slightly, and spoke in extremely gentle words, but the words he said were full of insults:

"You know what to do."

The tall and cold female scholar stiffened slightly, and then Anser felt the heat at his fingertips.

"So, I changed my mind. Since emotions don't work, then..."

He leaned over and whispered in Ming Fuluo's ear:

"There should be no more feelings between us."

"Since you will always choose to stand on the side of ideals, and since you will always use reason to make the most correct choice, then... I will help you, dear A'Luo."

The poisonous snake spat out its tongue, telling the most evil curse and conspiracy without reservation to the pitiful soul imprisoned in the cold body:

"I will make you more rational, more correct, and more able to make choices without hesitation. I will make you abandon your friends, mentors, emotions, humanity, and everything."

"I'll make you into a perfect... monster who lives only for his ideals."

"Look." He looked down at Ming Fuluo, "Just like now, even though the anger and hatred in your heart towards me have been clearly conveyed to me through your eyes, you still choose to... accept my orders."

"Because it is right and reasonable, because you know that if I am unhappy in the slightest, the distance to achieving your ideal will become even further away."

Anser stared at the cold and indifferent woman beneath him, who was so obedient to him, and couldn't help but admire her softly: "You already have the shadow of that monster, dear Luo."

Why, when Hendrick chose to admit defeat, did Ivola happen to suggest that the person who made the weapons decide whether to admit defeat?

Of course, it was because Ansor, who had colluded with her a long time ago, mentioned in the letter that Marina sent to her a way to show the kindness of the eldest princess and to make Babel destined to participate in the war.

Why did he give the design drawings of the mechanical suit to Soran? Because he knew that in order to promote the collapse of the Tower of Babel, fate would definitely use every means to put pressure on the Tower of Babel. The mechanical suit was destined to fall into the hands of one of the nine powerful supreme seats in the Ether Academy, thus forcing the Tower of Babel into a desperate situation.

And in this desperate situation, Ming Furo will make another choice, trying to fight violence with more powerful violence, and further... let rationality destroy humanity.

——It was Ansor who forced Ming Furo to make a choice. It was he who took the initiative to help Ming Furo, destroying her last bit of humanity bit by bit.

Ming Fuluo in the original world line would never reach this point, because before she fell into the abyss of seemingly rational but actually crazy, the Tower of Babel had already collapsed. She would be forced to go into exile, and in the midst of displacement and the rolling dust of the world, she would truly realize the value and meaning of her ideal existence.

But now, that future is not coming.

"As you become more rational, you will discover one thing—"

Ansher temporarily left Ming Furo, picked up the snake-headed cane beside the sofa, and then returned.

The young Hydra gently stroked his cane, and the solemn and cold snake head...suddenly two sharp fangs popped out.

He pointed his snake fangs at the spot where Ming Fuluo's artificial skin was torn by him, and laughed softly:

"Even if our ultimate goals run counter to each other, the only person who can help you get to the position closest to that height, provide you with resources, and clear obstacles for you... is me."

A drop of light pink liquid slowly condensed at the tip of the snake's fang.

"So, tell me, A-Ro."

Anser leaned over and whispered in Ming Fuluo's ear: "Under infinite pressure from the Ether Institute and Ivora, it is impossible to do what you want to do. It is extremely difficult and you can't see the road ahead. You move forward step by step. You may fall down at any time, and all your efforts will be destroyed."

"With my support, there is no danger, no limit, and the road to a new era is clear and unobstructed. The only question you need to consider is how to defeat me at the last moment."

"——Tell me, if you were already an ideal monster, which one would you choose?"

Before Ming Fuluo could answer, the drop of liquid had already fallen onto the exposed metal shell.

Almost instantly, Ming Fuluo's whole body began to tremble violently. Her face, which had always been cold and indifferent, twitched slightly, and her purple eyes actually began to turn white.

"Oh, I forgot to tell you about this little thing."

Anser smiled and flicked his sharp snake fangs. "It's a magical potion that can transform all senses, including pain, into the feeling you are experiencing now, and amplify it thousands of times. I used this to threaten Xitana before, but she couldn't stand it at that time. She would be broken."

"In fact, you can't stand it now either. I diluted it, so the effect... is probably only about ten times."

Anser inserted his fingers into the skin he had broken, and the puppet's body began to tremble violently again.

"Um... sorry, I forgot you're more afraid of pain, so the effect is more obvious, but you have to bear it, because--"

Gleipnir turned into a sharp blade and stuck to the puppet's body, and then...

"!!!"

At this moment, the anthropomorphic disguise below the neck of the puppet's body was torn to pieces by Gleipnir, causing Ming Furo to roll to the ground from the sofa with a "bang". Although her body looked like it had a light silver luster, her body had clear curves and a soft texture, exuding an indescribable, enchanting and strange beauty.

It is said that some nobles are extremely obsessed with this kind of alchemical puppet that has no artificial skin and retains the original magic gold luster. They will even spend extremely high prices, so high that ordinary people can't even imagine, to order this kind of puppet from the top puppet alchemists.

Anser squatted down, holding his chin with one hand, and gently pulled Ming Fuluo's eyelids: "Well... Fortunately, your consciousness is still there. After all, you are an idealist who can't be killed. How could you be defeated by a mere sense? You are still the Luo I know. Very good."

"Don't worry, I won't do anything excessive next time."

He chuckled and helped Ming Furo up from the ground. Every time Anser's palm touched the soft metal, the puppet body would tremble.

Ansher picked up this puppet body which was not Ming Furo's original body. It was much heavier than normal flesh and had no temperature, but it was still soft as normal. He looked at Ming Furo in his arms, chuckled, and laid her flat on the sofa very gently and considerately.

"Well... that's good."

Then, Ansel actually didn't touch her anymore and just walked out of the bedroom.

"Haah...haah..."

Ming Fuluo, who was gradually recovering, was gasping for breath. When she recalled the sensation just now, she still shuddered. She wanted to turn off all the perceptions of the puppet, but her consciousness suddenly froze.

She found out... that she had become what Ansel said.

Because the moment she tried to turn off her perception, the first thing Ming Furo thought of was whether Ansel would be dissatisfied with this. If he was dissatisfied, then what would happen to the Tower of Babel and herself in the future?

"..."

Her "rationality" once again made a choice.

But without closing her senses, Ming Furo, lying on the sofa, could still feel the impact of this puppet body on her soul. Even when the wind blew from the open balcony, she would tremble slightly.

"Hydra...Hydra..."

Ming Fuluo twitched slightly and murmured the name weakly and chaotically.

Ansher has openly told her his plan to train her into an ideal monster who has completely lost her humanity and everything.

And his methods... seem ridiculous and despicable, but they are actually very effective.

——Put Ming Fuluo directly on the scale of choosing between herself and her ideal. If she can sacrifice her dignity, body, and everything except her ideal for the sake of her ideal...then what else can she not sacrifice?

Human, or monster.

The devil no longer designed traps. He just smiled and presented two paths before Ming Fuluo that would lead her into despair.

In the bedroom echoing with low gasps, the puppet held in Hydra's hand needs to make a choice that will determine her future.

I don’t know how much time had passed, so long that the carpet under Ming Furo’s feet had turned dark, and the bedroom door was suddenly opened.

"Hey Ansel, why are you suddenly... doing this in broad daylight..."

"Shitana doesn't want to? Then I'll go find Ma--"

"Who told you I didn't want to? I just...ah!"

With a red face, Xitana grabbed Anser's wrist. When she saw Ming Fuluo hanging on the side of the sofa, she screamed in fear: "What's wrong with this guy!"

Anser put his arms around Xitana's waist from behind and said with a low smile, "Isn't this the scene you have been waiting for?"

"I'm looking forward to it--Eh!"

Xitana realized what was going on instantly, and her face immediately turned redder: "Ansel, you are really-"

"You said you would supervise me." Anser said innocently, "Besides, I've given you a chance to help me."

"Help, help you?"