The villain's way to tame the protagonist

This is... something that carries Anser's ideals.

The extremely terrifying coercion, the helpless predicament, the sacrifices that had become a habit...all of these made Ming Fuluo unable to make that choice, unable to make the choice that was natural for her from her point of view.

Because she couldn't accept that the thing that once shone with Anser's brilliant light was being used as a bargaining chip in exchange for something that only benefited her.

She would never allow herself... to commit such a shameless and despicable defilement!

"May your highness forgive me."

Mingflora Zeger stared at the black ghost, her voice soft but firm:

"I... reject this deal."

Even though he was unforgivable, a despicable disqualified person, a betrayer in Anser's eyes...

Mingflora Zeger, you too have something you must stick to.

Chapter 6: The sincerity of the doll lady's apology is... (K)

In a huge square space that is 100 meters long, wide and high, Anser was standing calmly with his hand on a cane and the other hand behind his back. He was looking up at a giant pure white dragon with a wingspan of 80 meters that could hardly fit into this huge space.

It stared cautiously and fearfully at the "person" on the ground who was as small as an ant to it. Despite having such a huge and intimidating body, it did not dare to land. Even though its head was pressed against the ceiling and its wings vibrated with some difficulty, it refused to lower its altitude.

The crystal white dragons always pose a huge threat in every dragon disaster in the West. The dragon breath they spew out can even crystallize spells, making them one of the most powerful branches of dragon species.

But now...it behaved like a poor big kid hiding in a corner, posing as ferociously as possible, trying to intimidate some ferocious beast.

In fact, it was already good enough to be able to show such a strong appearance but weak heart. The dragon race's foundation allowed it to have some support when facing Anser. If it were any other monster, it would have immediately crouched down, trembling on the ground, or fainted on the spot.

But it doesn't know that what it should fear now is not the terror of Hydra as a beast, but the deeper and more irresistible... despair.

The young Hydra raised his hand, and his sea-blue eyes gushed out an all-encompassing darkness, turning his intoxicating pupils into the vertical pupils of a snake. At the same time, this huge space, the walls, the floor, the ceiling... were covered by a darkness that surged out of thin air at an extremely terrifying speed, and no light could be seen. At this moment, the crystal white dragon immediately let out an extremely terrified roar:

"rooouuu——"

It flapped its wings like crazy, crashed into the ceiling, and then hit the left and right desperately, as if it wanted to escape from here desperately, but the darkness had submerged everything, and there was no light at all.

That pair of huge blue-green dragon eyes also began to be infected by the absolute darkness. It let out a desperate and angry roar, and its whole body flashed with dazzling light, as if it was ready to make a desperate fight at this moment.

However... it was too late.

Under the unreserved invasion of darkness, the light emitted from the crystal white dragon gradually dissipated, and its wings that were originally flapping wildly also slowed down. It slowly landed in front of Anser, and the emotion it exuded was unprecedented... tranquility.

It's like returning to my own nest, like finding an extremely safe place, like... I have found a true sense of belonging.

It seemed as if the fear, madness, and escape engraved deep in the soul were all just illusions.

The proud dragon lowered its huge head very docilely at this moment. Its pure black eyes, which were devoid of any color and seemed to be completely wrapped, soaked, and finally completely merged with the darkness, were chilling.

At the same time, its body began to undergo mutations that were so horrifying just by looking at it - its spine expanded, breaking through the flesh and scales, protruding as if the entire spine was pulled out, the gorgeous scales on both sides of the chest cavity kept peeling off, and the flesh underneath swelled and bulged, forming a tumor that was still throbbing, as if something was about to break out of it.

Facing the horrible deformed monster, Anser smiled and reached out to touch its huge head: "Good boy, good boy..."

The deformed dragon exhaled a comfortable and docile breath, without any of the madness and resistance at the beginning, and Anser narrowed his eyes and said: "It's a pity that it's a failure... Commit suicide."

"..."

The dragon tilted its head slightly, as if stunned for a moment, but did not show any resistance, or even any confusion.

Instead, it was extremely efficient, almost joyful, and bit directly at his own body, with its huge dragon claws reaching straight for his chest. Its determination and brutality were as if it was destroying the enemy instead of itself.

"call……"

Anser closed his eyes and sighed softly.

"Still failed?" Flamel's voice appeared in this space before his figure.

The tall and handsome middle-aged nobleman held a pocket watch in his hand and glanced at his son with a smile: "I can hear your sigh across the space, Arthur."

"I didn't have high expectations." Anser shook his head. "It's just the same as always."

"But this crystal white dragon has great potential. It has eaten the eggshell of this generation of dragon king."

Flamel encouraged like this while fiddling with the pocket watch in his hand. Time on the dead dragon began to flow backwards. Within just a few seconds, it was restored to its original state before being stained by darkness and was frozen in the air.

The man placed his hand on the button on the pocket watch and raised an eyebrow, "So... try again?"

"No need."

Anser turned around, apparently planning to leave: "There's no need to continue wasting energy."

"Okay." Flamel shrugged, "Then I'll use this little guy to make something... Your mother seems to be in need of a beautiful long dress, um... She will look great in it - oh, Ansel, don't leave in a hurry."

He snapped his fingers lightly, and all the elements around him were blocked, and Anser was not allowed to leave.

Young Hydra turned around, stared at the smiling Flamel, and asked softly, "What's wrong, father?"

"That little girl." Flamel showed a meaningful smile, "This is the first time you have really troubled me, little girl, how is the progress?"

"...Almost." Anser responded calmly, "Why do you ask this?"

"Your sworn brother, of course I need to care about him."

Flamel said matter-of-factly: "Besides, this is Efesand's territory. Many of your plans may not go as you wish."

“I never put my hopes on something being a sure success.”

Anser explained his code of conduct to Flamel: "That is impractical in itself, father."

Flamel looked at him for a long moment, then smiled and said, "It's good that you have confidence. It's better to be quick."

"..." Anser lowered his eyes slightly, "Why?"

"Because I will be leaving soon." The mature Hydra said, "I am very busy, Arthur. I have some clues about the next extremely important material. When I bury myself in the Zero Point Maze, you will not be able to contact me. So you'd better capture that girl quickly so that I can make a gift tailor-made for her before I leave."

"I will."

Anser responded softly: "So now, can I go, father?"

Flamel waved his hand with a smile: "Do your best and try to make her hug you and cry bitterly."

"By the way, Ivora is waiting for you outside. What did you discuss with her?"

"…Ivora?"

Anser frowned slightly, but soon relaxed: "I understand. Goodbye, father."

His figure disappeared here and then appeared in the corridor of the Notong.

Anser saw at a glance that the fiery woman was leaning against the wall not far away with her arms folded across her chest, staring at him.

Before she could speak, Anser asked first, "Why, didn't you come to an agreement on Ming Fuluo's matter?"

"..." Ivola's expression became more dangerous. "Did you plan this? Do you want to play tricks on me?"

"What else could it be that you suddenly come to see me for?"

Anser said leisurely: "It's just a simple inference - what did she say?"

"...Humph, just a simple rejection."

"No reason given?"

"No." The eldest princess sneered, "It seems that after having your protection, he has become much bolder."

Hearing this, Anser narrowed his eyes slightly, but did not say much. He just asked Ivora: "So, are you still going to continue? Are you so interested in that data system?"

“It’s not because of that thing.”

The woman took two steps forward and suddenly reached out to grab Anser, holding the two of them close together.

"Anser, my men... heard her mumbling something interesting to herself."

Young Hydra raised his eyebrows: "What a coincidence?"

"Oh, it's just such a coincidence. Guess what she is talking about?"

Ivora gradually increased the force on Anser's wrist, and his breath was fiery and dangerous:

"She was talking to herself about how to deal with the emperor, and how to deal with...Feast Flame."

Looking at the beautiful face so close, Anser answered nonchalantly: "So?"

"So... take care of your little doll, Anser."

Ivo pulled the corner of his mouth: "Now, I have the reason to completely disregard your face and burn her to ashes, do you know?"

"This time, just because of the small friendship between you and me, and because you helped me a lot before, I will temporarily ignore those arrogant words that are seeking death."

"But if your little doll does anything that makes me unhappy again... bang~"

The woman made a blooming gesture with a happy look on her face: "She will become a beautiful spark."

Anser just smiled and said, "Don't underestimate Mingfuluo's value to me again and again, Ivora."

"Is it important...or not important, or is it just in the right place?"

His casual and relaxed attitude was not fake, but so real that Ivora was unsure: "I know you want to beat me once, after all, you have never won before."

"…Should I say that you don't really care about that little doll, or that you care too much about your puppy?"

Ivora let go of Anser and said unhappily, "If it was that little dog, you would have already given me the cold shoulder... She can't even influence you? You are such a loser."

Ansher just smiled and said nothing, which made Ivora even more unhappy.

The complex relationship between her and Anser cannot be described in a few words. Ivora admires Anser's talent and strength, but she doesn't want him to surpass her in everything; she desires such an outstanding male, but she always wants to exploit Anser's value. The relationship between the two can switch between enemy and friend at any time, and the most important thing is... Anser is always the first to complete the switch and is always the one who can prepare in advance.

As Anser said, Ivora had never won in front of him.

"I thought you were going to use me to tame her, but from the look on your face... it seems you don't have that plan anymore."

Ivora restrained his aggression. "Anser, what on earth are you going to do with that little doll? After reading the information about why that brain-damaged old man Erlian Zeger died, I don't believe you will let this opportunity go."

"Isn't the opportunity here?" Ansher smiled.

"……Um?"

Ansel's eyes suddenly gave Ivora a very bad feeling.

She hated being stared at by Anser in that way. She had not worked much with Anser over the years, but she was more or less familiar with this pattern.

As long as she was looked at like this, she would be in a situation where she knew Ansher was using her, but had to be used because it was also good for her. Ivora was extremely unhappy about this.

Of course, there is another situation that Ivora cannot accept - that is, he is clearly being used, but he is completely unaware of it and even enjoys it.

"I don't believe you don't want to take revenge on your sister who has overstepped her bounds."

This time, it was Anser who aggressively put his hand into the hem of Ivora's luxurious long skirt, which was split from her legs. He laughed softly and said, "But she always handles things perfectly, and she has your mother's protection, so... there's no way to start, right?"

Ivora's breathing became heavier, both because Ansel's hand made her want to move, and because these words made her heart beat.

Don't say that the strong don't care about the annoyance of flies and insects. People like Ivola, if annoyed by flies and insects, will not only burn that one insect, but she will not stop until all the insects within a radius of tens of thousands meters around herself are burned.

As a tool used by Efesand to suppress her, Susilen attracted the hatred of most of Ivora in a short period of time. If Ivora hoped that her mother would die as soon as possible, she had no intention of hiding her murderous intention towards Susilen. As long as she got any chance or really angered her, Susilen would definitely die.

It's just like Anser said... Susilun is always so careful that she makes no mistakes, which makes Ivora feel extremely annoyed.

The eldest princess's expression was a little uncertain. She didn't want to be used and plotted against by Ansel, but she couldn't resist the temptation.

"Don't worry, I'm not like some vicious woman who would burn someone to death if she was rejected."

Anser squeezed his hand slightly, chuckled at Ivora's low cry, and said, "I'll give you enough time to consider it. It doesn't matter if you don't agree. Don't worry, Ivora."

He pulled out his slightly wet hand, burned it clean with flames with a playful look, and then turned and left.

The moment Ansher turned around, the smile on his face and in his eyes disappeared completely.

You seem to be getting more and more impatient because the most critical juncture is about to arrive, so you plan to detonate all possible conflicts and problems?

In this city that I cannot fully control, the storm you can stir up is indeed unimaginable, but...

The young Hydra tightly grasped the hideous and solemn snake-headed staff, and his face showed the coldness and firmness unique to a ruler.

Adjust the direction of the plan according to changes in the situation and existing resources - this is the ability that Anser has the most.

Even when playing against fate in thunder, rainstorm, and raging waves, he still possesses... the power to split the raging sea waves.

"So... first step."

The corners of Anser's mouth rose slightly, but his smile seemed a little cold.

"It's time to give dear Miss Ming Fuluo a long-awaited training."