The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"The Tower of Babel is my only refuge. If it is destroyed, I will have no reason to live."

"But we do these studies... our expansion of the supernatural and the ether is not for ourselves, but to change the world!"

“Is it so easy to change the world? Sacrifice is inevitable.”

"What a joke! Have you forgotten that most of us were the ones who were sacrificed in the past?"

They started arguing again, and in the midst of this struggle, some of them fell into deep thought.

That genius lady was able to make such a decision without hesitation. Was her desire to change the world so strong?

Or was it... some intention of her own?

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Ming Furo still doesn't care about what others think... During this time, she has been conducting her research step by step, working on the instruments she has designed, developing new spells, or conceiving new alchemical tools. She has stretched her power to the limit and has not had a moment's rest until now.

Until today, Su Silun, who had reached a cooperation with her, sent the first message.

"The man who killed your grandfather is still in the imperial capital, but he is only a killer, not the mastermind."

This news was extremely important to Ming Fuluo, but it was not enough, and Su Silun was well aware of this, and she obviously did it on purpose.

In this transaction, although she seemed to have the emperor as her backer, she was actually in a weak position. Although she had strange sources of information, the energy she could actually mobilize was obviously not comparable to Ming Furo who had Anser as her backer.

Because Ming Furo can really get Ansher to do things, but in the eyes of the emperor, Susilun is at most a tool to disgust his heir, and is worthless otherwise.

So she was using the information about the secret of Erion Zeger's death to force Ming Fuluo to make decisions step by step.

Su Silun did not offer a price to obtain the next piece of information, saying that she was giving Ming Fuluo time to track down the killer. But that was easy to say... Even if a killer who killed a fifth-level alchemy master is still in the imperial capital, can she find him?

Just when Ming Fuluo stopped her work and was thinking seriously about how to conduct a deeper investigation, another piece of not-so-good news came.

——Anser came to see her.

After Babel Tower came under Anther's command, Ming Furo had been avoiding meetings with Anther, because she knew very well that nothing good would come of meeting Anther... Since the training that day, Anther's words had been deeply engraved in Ming Furo's heart.

[Then I will turn you into that... ideal monster]

A sick monster who is willing to lose everything and abandon everything just to fulfill his ideal.

If she had to go that far to achieve that vision, Ming Furo didn't mind sacrificing herself, but she was also very clear that if it really came to that, she would completely become a tool in Ansel's hands, and there would be no possibility of any comeback.

She always kept in mind that just because Ansir Hydra stood by her side at the moment, it didn't mean he would always be like that, just like they parted ways three years ago.

At the same time, Ming Furo was also thinking about the gambling game. She was increasingly unable to guess why the so-called "gamble" existed, or even whether it was real or not, because she could never see through what Anser wanted and why he acted.

If he bet that he was destined to destroy the Tower of Babel because of his paranoia and madness, then...why was he so active in helping himself?

And how will the mysterious man who helped her many times in the game respond? Or... was this all just a lie that Anser had told to confuse her mind?

Even though there was no sword hanging over her head, Ming Fuluo had no chance to breathe. The demands of study and research, the pressure from Anser, the pursuit of the truth of the past, the danger of being an enemy of Ivora...

She should have been liberated, but somehow...she felt even more cautious.

As she was thinking this way, Ming Furo had unknowingly arrived at the door of Anser's lounge.

After knocking on the door and getting a response, Ming Fuluo pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as the door was opened, the subtle breath made the petite woman's body stiffen slightly.

She was very familiar with this smell. She was forced to smell it for nearly half a day and a night in Ansel's bedroom that day. It was hard for her to forget it.

"Ansel... Sir... wait... I..."

When Miss Ming Furo saw the snow-haired girl lying as limp as mud in Ansel's arms, she immediately lowered her eyes, closed the door, and remained silent.

When she saw the cascading snow-white hair, Ming Furo thought at first that Ansher was messing around with the beast again. But her soft and sweet breathing, the appropriate and gentle address, and the length of her hair all showed that she was not that arrogant female beast.

"Good morning, Ming Fuluo."

Embracing Marina's soft waist, Anser chuckled and said, "How is your research going recently?"

"…so-so." Ming Fuluo said truthfully, "There has been some progress, but it's slow."

"Hmm? This doesn't seem to be in line with your abilities. Have you started a new project? Or are you researching something special?"

Ming Fuluo didn't say anything because Ansel hit the nail on the head.

Nidhogg, the alchemical device that Anser proved to have unparalleled great prospects... Ming Furo has been studying it in secret during this period of time.

However, without the help of a fifth-level alchemist and without Ansher to provide ideas, there has been almost no progress during this period. But Ming Furo never wanted to and was unwilling to give up.

"I don't want to answer... Never mind. That doesn't matter."

Ansel chuckled and straightened his waist slightly. The girl in his arms, who was well-dressed and in a gorgeous long dress, trembled suddenly and reached out to grab Ansel's collar tightly to prevent her body from twisting.

"Anser asked me...what's the matter?"

Ming Furo still kept her head slightly lowered. She had a fierce demeanor and an indifferent expression. With her slightly petite figure and appearance, she showed such a submissive expression, which made the joy on Ansel's face particularly obvious.

"Can't I come to see you if I'm fine?" He raised his eyebrows slightly. "The Tower of Babel is mine now anyway... It should be normal for me to take some time to come here and take a look."

"…You're right, Anser."

"But you look like you're urging me to finish reading and get out of here."

Anser sighed, "I'm a little sad, Ming Fuluo."

The woman was silent for a moment, then stretched out two index fingers to pull up the corners of her mouth, and said indifferently: "I welcome you to the Tower of Babel, Anser."

Anser was slightly stunned for a moment, looking at that cute face with intellectual maturity and indifference, he couldn't help but burst out laughing: "I don't remember you have such a talent for comedy... Okay, don't force yourself, your expression is funny once, but it will be annoying if you see it a few times."

"understood."

At this time, the snow-haired girl, who had been resting on Ansel's chest for a while, took out a silk scarf from the pocket of her skirt with trembling hands, and reached into her skirt to fumble for a while.

Then, she supported Anser's shoulders and stood up from Anser's legs with great difficulty. Then, with Anser's smiling support, she stood firmly on the ground. Even though her legs were swaying slightly, she still saluted Ming Fuluo gracefully and gently: "Ms. Zeger, I am Marina Lansmalos, Mr. Anser's personal secretary."

Ming Fuluo ignored the little drops of water seeping out from under her ankle-length skirt and nodded slightly: "Hello."

"Mr. Anser's visit to the Tower of Babel is considered a private visit, and not many people know about it."

The girl who had been limp as a rock just now quickly adjusted herself to her current state. Her dignified and graceful posture made it impossible to associate her with her previous image.

Lance Malros... She is Xitana's sister?

...What is this? Aberration?

"So I hope you can understand... Mr. Anser is here for you."

"I know." Ming Fuluo put away those strange thoughts and nodded: "I knew it when he asked me to come and see him."

"That's great." Marina smiled. "Then, Mr. Anser wants to see the results of your research during this period... I think you can understand that."

In the past, Ming Fuluo would have long ridiculed "whether he understands or not doesn't affect what he does", but now she was just silent for a while, and then said softly: "Okay, come with me."

Ming Furo already had a different plan in mind on how to deal with Anser.

Before that somewhat rough training, Ming Furo had always believed that Anser still wanted to tame her and make her completely loyal to her, so no matter what Anser did, as long as she recognized this, she would not fall into his trap, and even if she fell into the trap, the harm she suffered would not be great.

But now, she has understood... Ansel really gave up on her - if he can't make himself loyal, then he will turn her into a tool, without emotions, without self, an extremely perfect tool.

And coincidentally, this method also grasps Ming Fuluo's weak points, her beliefs, and her ideals.

In other words... as long as there is a chance to realize that future, Ming Furo will do it even if it means becoming a tool.

But at least, we cannot completely fall in such a short period of time and be at the mercy of Anther.

The only way is to...

How absurd, Ming Fuluo thought.

I have clearly made up my mind to give up everything, but because of him, I have to find a way to regain my relationship.

Chapter 1: The Incomplete Truth (W)

He said he came to see the research results of this period, but Ming Furo knew very well what Anser was here for.

Testing, teasing, training... there are only a few possibilities, but he did not bring the loyal dog that he had tied tightly, but brought her sister.

This Marina is obviously several times more difficult to deal with than the beast. I don't know whether Ansher brought her along to continue to challenge him or for some other purpose.

Thinking about how to deal with Anser, Ming Fuluo brought the two to her alchemy workshop. Standing in front of the equipment that was running day and night, Miss Zeger, whose figure and temperament were completely inconsistent, said calmly: "Where do you want me to start?"

Ansher lowered his head slightly, his eyes falling on Ming Furo's face, or to be precise... on the pair of gray-white glasses.

"Did you find time to upgrade the data system?" he asked in surprise.

“…It’s just too much to process.”

Ming Fuluo took off her glasses and handed them to Anser: "Do you want to see this?"

Miss Zeger did not lose her intellectuality even after taking off her glasses. Her slightly deep eye sockets and cold eyes made her cute face with distinct contours look unapproachable.

Anser played with the glasses in his hand for a while, then shook his head and laughed, "Because there were too many things to deal with, I did something more difficult. It was really, um... interesting."

He returned the glasses to Ming Fuluo: "During this period, have you been expanding in other directions, or are you continuing to research... the universal ether furnace?"

Ming Fuluo's expression paused for a moment, and then her eyes were almost instantly fixed on Marina.

"Why are you so nervous?" Anser raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you think Marina is untrustworthy?"

The woman took a deep breath, her expression slightly cold: "Conditioned reflex, sorry... I'm not researching that thing, now is not the time."

"It's a good thing you can restrain yourself. At the moment, it's really not appropriate for it to appear."

Anser walked straight into the depths of the alchemy workshop. He looked at the material samples placed on the processing table, and then looked at the metals that were automatically forged in the furnace. He couldn't help but laugh and said, "These are all designs from three years ago. Don't you have anything you want to make?"

"Yes, but not as good as your creation."

Ming Fuluo calmly replied: “The ideas you left behind are far more valuable than what I can create now.

"Official flattery?"

"Just telling the truth."

The young Hydra smiled happily and said, "It's alright, I'm very helpful. Do you need any help?"

Ming Fuluo was stunned.

"...Help?" She repeated Ansel's words uncertainly.

"What are you wondering about?" Anser asked, "Haven't we worked together before?"

The prototype of Nidhogg came from her collaboration with Anser, but that was more of a situation than a collaboration.

The real cooperation between them, the kind that could create fiery sparks and burning passion, no longer exists.

Ming Fuluo's first reaction was that Anser was joking and wanted to make fun of her nervousness and stupidity, but she soon realized that Anser was serious, and if he was serious, then his purpose could only be...

"I don't mind helping you sort out your thoughts, but the price is——"

……really.

Ming Fuluo's slightly throbbing heart soon calmed down. She knew that Ansel had only one goal, which was to completely drown her in the abyss called rationality. No matter what she did, he would make her pay the price, or force herself... to make a choice.

Should I feel sad at this moment?

The woman whispered in her heart - should I be sad that Ansel gave up on me and tried to kill my feelings so coldly and heartlessly?

But Ming Fuluo couldn't feel the emotion of sadness in her heart as she had imagined.

She wanted to squeeze the bitter juice from her past memories, but all she got was a mouth full of numbness.

The initial resentment towards Anser, the fire in his heart, gradually subsided with his actions, his expressed intentions and his unchanged thoughts.

"…The price is that you must learn to smile from the bottom of your heart again before I come next time."

"I see?"

In response to Anser's calm words, the last word was out of tune.

Ming Fuluo looked at Ansel's smiling face and was at a loss for a moment.

What does he mean? Is he teasing me? Or is there something deeper going on? Why would he offer such a price? Is he trying to trick me into... asking for his help with my grandfather's death?

Ming Fuluo had no way of determining the reason. The only thing she could insist on was that nothing Ansel did to her was done for her own good.

If she didn't recognize this, her fate would be the same as that of the female beast with a collar - Ming Fuluo had already known this.

However, now I have to add one more thing, which is... she may not even have the chance to put on the collar. If she is not extremely careful, it will most likely become a disposable tool in the end.

But if, if he wanted to help...

Impossible, only this situation cannot exist.