The girl's forehead was covered with sweat, but she still clung to the ground. She swallowed the unbearable pain and said with great difficulty: "I'm sorry, Mother Queen, it might be me--"

"...No, it's nothing."

After two or three seconds, the purgatory-like high temperature instantly subsided, and flames ignited on Su Silun's skin, but they did not burn her, but healed her wounds.

"Maybe it was Flamel's method, no...it must be his method, hehe...how could he let me know that Anser's awakened spiritual essence?"

Effisand laughed softly: "How could there be someone in this world who could withstand the power of two kinds of heads, relying on that ridiculous beast element that overestimates one's own abilities?"

"You are indeed cautious enough, Flamel. But I am more cautious than you... I will never take the initiative to spy on Anser's loyal dog, and I will never give you the opportunity to find out that I already know this secret."

Susilun, kneeling on the ground and not daring to move, kept Effisand's crazy mutterings in mind. In the cracks of this hell, if she wanted to find a ray of hope as fragile and ethereal as a spider silk, she could not miss any opportunity.

Anser’s…spiritual essence?

His spiritual essence can help the Mother Queen get rid of madness? What does that have to do with the Abyss? Is Xitana Lancemalos the beneficiary of his power?

If he really has this ability, can he...

"Okay, Susilen, step back."

Efesande's indifferent voice came: "Remember to keep an eye on Anser and his loyal dog. As for the punishment of Ivora...you decide for yourself, just don't disturb me too often."

"Okay, Mother Queen."

Su Silun then stood up, lowered her head, and walked out of the hall.

When they left the palace, the reverence and obedience on her face instantly turned into extreme coldness and anger.

Ivora, Efesand...sister, mother...

How could I have blood relatives like you?

How can the empire be ruled by lunatics like you?

I will change everything. That throne, that crown, should belong to the right person!

The key is... the key is that the young Hydra has the ability to... change everything.

The egoistic one obeys all her inner desires and pursues everything that can make her happy and satisfied; the decadent one uses everything she has to resist the impending destruction and looks for a glimmer of hope in chaos and madness; the humble one walks on a shaky thin line, and even if one wrong step will lead to destruction, she still longs for the authority that is out of her reach.

And all of this... is related to that young man.

So at this moment, what is Ansir Hydra, who is at the center of the storm, doing and what is he planning to do?

Chapter 8: A Mother's Request (K)

In the transport room of Hydra Manor, Xitana hugged Anser, picked up the suitcase, and said happily: "Anser, Lina and I will leave first!"

Anser smiled and nodded in response: "Have fun... Marina, you don't have to worry about the Red Frost Territory after you go back. Just accompany Xitana and have a good rest."

The demure snow-haired girl bowed her head slightly and responded in a gentle voice, "Yes, Mr. Anser."

Hitana originally wanted to call her parents to the imperial capital, but was stopped by Marina.

The delicate Marina told Hitana earnestly that their parents would not be happy about coming to the imperial capital and Hydra Manor. Instead, they would feel extremely uneasy and frightened. The best choice was not to bring them here.

Hitana seemed to understand this, but she didn't think her sister was wrong, so with Anther's perfect arrangement, she had another afternoon to spend time with her relatives and friends.

The girl carried a suitcase full of gifts and walked towards the teleportation array. As she walked, she suddenly turned around, ran to Ansel, kissed him on the cheek, and then with a slightly blushing face, she stepped into the teleportation array back to the village with Marina.

Anser touched the side of his face, chuckled, and turned to walk out of the teleportation room. Outside the door, Ming Fuluo stood still like a statue, silent.

"Okay... Now it's just you and me, Luo."

The young Hydra leaned against the door, looking down at the delicate and beautiful little doll with a half-smile: "You never show this kind of expression. You seem to be worried. Do you want to tell me?"

He spoke kind and compassionate words so generously and with such tolerance, as if the two of them were still close friends and companions who trusted each other.

Ansher saw Ming Furo's shoulders tremble slightly, and a feeling of abundant pleasure arose spontaneously.

Ming Fuluo is a monster with almost no weaknesses.

An abnormal childhood and an extremely terrifying talent have made Mingflora Zeger what she is today. She can stay rational and make choices at any time. On the thinking level, she can even keep up with Ansel's thinking when there is a huge information gap.

It can be said that apart from simple coercion, there is almost no way to make her submit.

Although it sounds simple, the last thing Anser would do is simple coercion.

Eroding personality and capturing mind is a delicate, exquisite, and complex art. Brutal coercion is not only ineffective, but also extremely ugly.

Of course, although these closely connected taming works were effective after a long period of preparation, Anser did not think that victory was just around the corner.

It's still the same principle - if Ming Furo was like Xitana, where emotion was almost above all else and she could treat Anser as everyone... Anser would have succeeded three years ago.

If she continued like this, she would feel guilty towards Ansher, she would be panic-stricken, and she would even become more docile and obedient to herself, but she would never put her ideals below Ansher's.

It is impossible to make Ming Fuluo completely obey him simply because of feelings.

It was precisely because he fully realized this that Ansher resolutely chose to give up and spent three years making more thorough preparations and more complete plans to completely defeat Ming Furo.

He was even somewhat thankful that he had not chosen to tell Ming Fuluo the truth about Erion's death three years ago because of his friendly feelings for her. Otherwise, he would have lost a powerful enough trump card now.

Next, in a few days, Ivora will find Ming Furo, and the choice his dear doll lady will make is obvious. At that time, the next plan can be smoothly promoted.

"Why, you don't want to tell me?"

Seeing that Ming Fuluo was still silent, Anser chuckled: "Forget it, let's try another way to communicate. Come with me."

He pushed open the door of the teleportation room again and stepped into the teleportation array. Ming Furo, who kept her head down and remained silent, followed closely behind him. As the light flickered, the two of them appeared in the dark hall.

"Welcome to the Noton, dear A Luo."

Anser glanced at Ming Fuluo, whose expression changed slightly, and said with a smile on his face, "Since you don't want to resort to words, just communicate in your favorite way... The alchemy workshop used by my father is not comparable to your simple studio."

“…Anser.”

Ming Fuluo finally spoke, her mature voice slightly hoarse, which did not match her appearance: "What exactly... do you want me to do?"

"Hmm?" Anser raised his eyebrows slightly. "What do you mean I want you to do something? Have I ever given you any orders or hints to force you, Luo?"

His tone was not actually very aggressive, but rather had a hint of teasing. However, it was this kind of nonchalance that made Ming Furo even more unacceptable.

"Oh……"

Seeing the woman's even stiffer expression, Anser's smile became even more intense. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear, "Do you want to irritate me, Luo?"

Ming Fuluo immediately replied: "I didn't—"

"No, you just want to irritate me. You want to get clear negative feedback from me to make sure I still care."

Young Hydra gently stroked the fair and smooth cheek of the doll lady, chuckled and said, “This is not like you at all, A’Luo.

"How did you become so fragile? You are as pitiful as a cat that finds itself abandoned on the street. You have to use this method to confirm your current situation."

Ming Furo's brain was confused and painful. When Xitana's words completely broke through her last tattered line of defense, the rationality that she had been restraining for some time did not prevail. Instead, the instinct from her heart took control.

Just now...why did I say that?

Did I really want to provoke Ansel with those words? Did I do that to make sure he would still be angry and still have some resentment towards me?

How could there be... such an absurd thing.

Just as Ansel said, Ming Furo herself didn't think she would be so weak.

Anser was very satisfied with Ming Furo's performance, although he didn't actually care about Ming Furo's current level of taming. With the help of fate, his progress in taming Ming Furo was much faster than before. But the confusion and timidity shown by Ming Furo now still made Anser feel happy from the bottom of his heart.

Even though Anser did not hold much resentment towards Ming Furo, looking back on the past, Anser believed that his past failure was not only due to Ming Furo's inhumanity, but more because he was too self-righteous.

He arrogantly believed that he could win over a woman who had devoted her entire life to her ideals with just feelings. He believed that he could break the shackles and fetters on her and replace her with himself. He thought he had done it, but in the end it was just wishful thinking.

After appreciating Ming Fuluo's expression, Anser stood up and said in a leisurely tone: "Don't worry, I won't be angry. I don't care anymore."

He honestly expressed his inner thoughts: "What happened three years ago was because I was too self-righteous and wishful thinking. Now that I think about it, Luo, you insisted on your ideals, and it wasn't your fault, right?"

From an objective perspective without any mixed factors, if there are two like-minded people who come together for the same goal, and one of them chooses to break up because of the betrayal of the other, then no matter what, the fault should not be attributed to the person who chose to persist.

Of course, this is just the “no mixed factors” perspective.

The rift between the two of them exists, but what if Ming Fuluo is not the only one hurt by this rift? What if... the other party’s wound is deeper, more painful, and more irreparable?

And now, when he says to you "It's not your fault", the guilt that sweeps over you is like the roaring waves and the collapsing sky, carrying a suffocating and irresistible pressure that makes it impossible to even raise your head, let alone look him in the face.

And that attitude that seemed to have been forgotten and no longer cared was like another sharp and cold blade, constantly slaughtering Ming Furo's soul.

Ming Fuluo originally thought that she would be able to muster enough reason and courage when confronting Ansel.

But now she understood. If she really had enough reason and courage to confront Ansel, how could she... hesitated in confusion for so long, always treating what Marina said as a nightmare?

——From the very beginning, she had believed what Marina said, but she couldn't face her own mistake, let alone the fact that... Ansel chose to give up on her because of this mistake.

"An...ser. Three years ago, we—"

"Ah, Arthur!"

When Ming Fuluo opened her mouth, a voice of great surprise suddenly came from the end of the hall.

The beautiful woman in a gorgeous long dress waved to Anser lively, "Why are you on the Notong? Where's little Xitana? Aren't you going to play with her?"

"..." Looking at Enelisa who appeared here, Anser's expression darkened slightly. He was silent for a moment, and then responded calmly:

"Hitana has gone back to the village to visit her parents. It is not appropriate for me to go there. She will be back in the evening."

“Oh…I see.”

Enelissa put her hands behind her back and came to Anser with a light skip. She looked at Anser first, then looked at the doll lady who was looking down and saying nothing behind him, and tilted her head slightly: "Then why did Arthur bring little Zeg here?"

"Borrow one of my father's alchemy workshops."

"Um……"

The mature and intelligent Lady Hydra seemed to be thinking about something. She stared at the two of them for a while, then suddenly smiled:

"Arthur, are you anxious?"

"……what?"

"I mean, is it urgent to use Mel's workshop?"

Anser was slightly stunned, then shook his head and said, "No, not really."

"Then come with me!"

Anelsa happily took Ansel's hand, as if she wanted to take him somewhere.

The woman pulled, but Anser remained where he was, not moving.

"Where do you want to go, Mother?" he asked.

"It's a great place. Little Sitana, you finally freed up some time for me. Can't you stay with me?"

Anilissa said confidently, "Mel was thinking of taking me to the Lost Sea tonight to relax. We specially made room for you tonight. Can't you accompany me now?"

“My father was happy to do it.”

"He spends a lot of time with me." The willful Lady Hydra curled her lips, "You are nothing like me. You either have something to do or you spend time with little Sitana. You are busy all day long..."

Listening to his mother's chatter, Anser finally sighed and obeyed her: "I understand, mother, let's go."

"Hey, that's right, good Arthur!" Anilissa smiled with her eyes curved, and reached out to touch his head. "Come with me, you haven't been there for a long time - ah, by the way, little Zeg, you come over too."

Ming Fuluo looked at Anilisa in confusion: "...Me?"

"Of course, you are Arthur's guest, how can I ignore you?"

The woman turned her head and gave Ming Fuluo a bright and gentle smile:

"Arthur will never bring outsiders aboard the Nothon."

"Mother." Ansher called Anelissa in a deep voice.

"Ahem, it's nothing, anyway... follow me first."

Holding Ansel's hand, Anelsa hummed softly and walked briskly towards a passage somewhere in the hall that led to all directions.

Ming Furo stared blankly at the backs of Ansher and Anelsa until they were quite far away from each other. Then she came to her senses and quickly followed them.

Anser won't bring outsiders on board the Notong...right?

After twisting and turning in the Notong, Anilissa soon brought them to a very ordinary door. The woman turned to look at Anser with joy: "Arthur, you open it--"

"I'm not going, Mother."

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