The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"So……"

The devil squatted down, put his hand close to her cheek, and said softly, "Who is that powerful guy? Do I know him?"

After a brief silence, the doll lady slightly lifted her veil, revealing her pink and moist lips, which she gently pressed against Anser's cheek.

She put her arms around Anser's neck, looked at Rong Geer who was a little stunned, and said word by word:

"It's you, my...father."

Chapter 6: The Right Path Given by the Devil (K)

People come and go on the spacious streets, and no matter they are ordinary-dressed civilians or nobles with gorgeous jewelry, almost everyone will cast their eyes towards the man and woman in the middle of the street. Even if they pass by each other, they can't help but look back.

Holding his daughter's hand and strolling on the streets of the imperial capital, Anser felt very happy.

"Dear Helen." Young Hydra smiled, "Do you have any other opinion on what Ms. Ronger said?"

"……No."

Ming Fuluo responded softly: "Even without An...even without my father, I already have the answer in my heart."

"Otherwise, I would not have thought that my father was the only one who could accompany me."

Her eyes dropped slightly under the hazy black veil. "Not everyone has talent and vision. I have never...had too high expectations for Rong Geer and the others."

Although she said such negative words, her tone of voice that could not control her emotions and her subtle body reactions all spoke for themselves of Ming Furo's current mood.

"Your performance at that time was not as relaxed as you say now."

Ansher squeezed Ming Furo's hand, lightly touching her palm with his fingertips, imitating the action of the doll lady pinching his hand tightly just now.

Ming Fuluo stopped talking, perhaps because she couldn't give an answer that could continue to convince herself.

This was a truth that could be revealed without any complicated design. It was a truth that Ming Fuluo had indeed prepared for, but had never taken the initiative to reveal.

——Even during Erion’s most difficult time, the students who still followed him firmly did not believe that such a future could exist.

In this vast, mysterious and wonderful world, Mingflora Zeger became alone after her grandfather died.

It was absurd that the few people left in the world who were close to her could not stand by her side, and the devil who treated her as a "daughter" and played with her like this was the only person who was on the same level as her.

What's even more ridiculous is that before he became a devil, he was his best friend, and he once had the opportunity to free himself from the suffocating loneliness.

If they had not broken up, if they were still working together, even for only three years, even for only three years... the entire empire would have a completely new look, and the future that Ronggel said was impossible would no longer be an illusory illusion, but a reality that is within reach.

But that future is indeed impossible to exist. Now there is only a poor puppet who is tied up as a plaything and calls the devil his father.

Obviously, at that moment, when Anser ruthlessly exposed Ronggel and others' negative attitude towards Erion's ideals, Ming Furo's heart was instantly filled with anger, but this anger could not continue to burn.

Instead, she said those words with such sincerity.

"After you said that to your father, did you feel a rebellious pleasure of venting your grievances?"

Ansher smiled with narrowed eyes, stroking Ming Fuluo's delicate little hands wrapped in black lace gloves.

The moment she said that Ansel would believe in that future, Ming Furo, who was obviously out of control, said the word "father" for the first time without any resistance.

The young Hydra could feel the petite scholar's body trembling slightly as she hugged him, which made him very happy.

"...Maybe." Ming Fuluo replied in a low voice.

"I want a definite answer, my dear Helen."

The well-behaved doll lady was silent for a moment, and then responded: "Yes... for a moment. I did feel a momentary pleasure because of that answer, a taboo, rebellious pleasure."

——Even if I don’t need this, I have something better. This idea exists to a greater or lesser extent in everyone’s heart, and it is the source of the pleasure described by Ming Furo.

But of course it was only for a moment, because...

"Because, An...Father, you will not walk on that path either."

Those close to her could not see, nor were they able to tread that path.

The person who broke up with her was obviously far ahead of her on that path, but he wanted to destroy this path on his own initiative.

What a ridiculous world.

Is this what Anser wanted me to see? To see how alone I was, how maybe things would be different if I hadn't parted ways with him?

Compared to Xitana, Ming Furo can always see Ansher's purpose at the first moment - at least the most superficial purpose.

But most of the time it didn't bring any help. At the beginning, she could at least use it to fight against Ansher, but now... it had no effect except making Ming Furo feel the cruelty of reality even more.

After all, she has changed from "not being enslaved by Anther at all costs" to "maintaining a balance in the relationship with Anther as much as possible".

Miss Doll couldn't resist the temptation - if she could help Anser solve his problem, then everything would have the best ending.

Then... let's go on, whether they are father and daughter, master and servant, or even pets.

It's just dignity, which can be sacrificed completely.

In her heart, that desire and expectation never extinguished the flickering light, no matter how negative the reality was.

Ansel, who was always paying attention to everything about Ming Furo, took in her subtle and barely noticeable emotional fluctuations, as if Ming Furo understood him. He knew Ming Furo too well.

I understand that I am a little disappointed.

I am disappointed that Ming Fuluo has not changed at all, and I am also disappointed with the inevitable outcome of this training.

To be honest, although Anser hated everything that went off track, especially the drastic changes that were completely out of his control at the end, but... if it was a change like Shitana's, he wouldn't hate it so much.

But Ming Furo... Ming Furo was born for that ideal, lived for that ideal, and Anser could see the end of the road paved by her character and thinking at a glance.

So... the next stop is the second stop.

How I wish you could give me a surprise, but that's obviously impossible, Ming Fuluo.

"Are you familiar with this place, Helen?" Ansel, holding Ming Fuluo's hand, seemed to be strolling meaninglessly on the street and came to a shop.

"..."

Ming Fuluo looked around silently. She had never been here before, but this area... was under the control of the Ether Institute.

This high-level area, built around the warlock Tayuktrasil, is inhabited by a large number of warlocks, nobles, and merchants from all over the country who sell various materials or precious items.

This place is quite far from Yggdrasil and is considered the outermost area. The vendors here are all low-class guys with no foundation, and the things they can bring out are definitely not that good.

She didn't know why Ansel brought her here.

"I...have never been here, father." Ming Furo replied softly.

"Not familiar? It doesn't matter, there are people you are familiar with in that store."

Anser, holding a cane, walked leisurely into the store holding Ming Furo's hand. As soon as they opened the door, a warm and enthusiastic voice was heard immediately.

And this voice made Ming Fuluo freeze in place instantly.

"My two guests, is there anything I can help you with?"

"..."

Miss Doll stood there in a daze, staring at the plainly dressed man standing at the counter and greeting them.

His smile was humble and even flattering. His handsome face looked rough due to his bad complexion and flaws in the details. His clothes were not cheap, but they were not good either. Overall, they were indeed suitable for his status.

——An ordinary shopkeeper who is on the edge of the Ether Institute, has no skills, can’t find any connections, and just makes a living.

But it doesn't fit his identity at all.

Because his name is Leiden Zeger, the son of Erion Zeger, and he is the lucky man who inherited the huge legacy of the former alchemist master.

It’s... Ming Fuluo’s real father.

"What do you offer here?" Ansher talked to the eager Leiden with great interest.

"We have all the most needed spellcasting materials and alchemy materials for the first and second levels. We also provide some simple alchemy tools for customization."

The gentleman who had scolded Ming Fuluo in Zeger Manor was now very attentive in introducing Anser: "What does the guest need?"

"Let me take a look first... Helen, stand here and wait for me. Mr. Shopkeeper, please look after my daughter."

"...Ah? Okay, I will. Don't worry."

Leiden nodded repeatedly, then turned his gaze to the petite girl who was frozen in front of the counter.

Leiden didn't care too much about her mysterious black outfit. He was quite confident in his ability to judge people. Although the young man who came in looked quite young, even a little boyish, his aura and temperament gave him an awe-inspiring sense of sophistication. He might not be a big shot, but at least he was definitely extraordinary.

It's normal for a powerful extraordinary person to be a little weird. There's nothing strange about his...daughter dressing like this.

Thinking of this, Leiden subconsciously glanced at the girl in front of him.

Her figure made Leiden's eyes dazed for a moment.

He knew that he should keep his mouth shut and not say anything, but the sense of déjà vu still made him unable to help but speak:

"Miss, may I ask your name?"

The girl with a veil on her head, who looked like a doll, just stood there quietly, motionless.

Leiden knew he had said something wrong, so he could only smile awkwardly, took two steps behind the counter, and remained silent.

But not long after, this mysterious and beautiful girl suddenly spoke again. Her cold and lonely voice made Leiden subconsciously make associations.

"Judging from your figure and demeanor, you... shouldn't be the owner of this shop."

Her voice was very light: "So you are here to experience life?"

"...to experience life?" Leiden was stunned for a moment, then shook his head helplessly, "No, it's for living."

"You have traces of nobility." Ming Fuluo kept her voice cold and clenched her fists, and continued, "Has your family fallen into poverty?"

These four words made Leiden's expression complicated. It was hard to imagine that these two emotions, resentment and relief, could appear intertwined on his face.

"The family has fallen into poverty... sort of."

The man leaned against the wall and said with his head down: "It is true that you have fallen into my hands."

"But even if... we fail."

Ming Fuluo looked away and didn't look at the man: "A former noble shouldn't have fallen to the point where he has to sell first- and second-tier materials to make a living in a place like this."

Leiden opened his mouth. This girl was clearly going a little too deep, as if she really wanted to know his specific situation.

Then the next second, he heard the girl say:

"I've never seen a noble as embarrassed as you. You're far worse than your father. I'm very curious."

"..."

I see, that's how the young lady feels about the miserable lower class people.

Leiden was not angry. He had neither the qualifications nor the courage to do so.

The man just smiled and said, "My father... did leave a lot of assets, but I can't use them because they were not left to me."

"...You are useless?" The mysterious, doll-like girl finally showed a distinct change in her tone.

Leiden only regarded it as a surprise caused by a lack of understanding, and continued to answer: "Yes, whether it is the will or... in reality, my father did not intend to leave his inheritance to me. It was... me..."

He paused, as if the following title made it very difficult for him to speak.

"It's...left for my daughter."

But in the end, Leiden lowered his eyes and said these words in a slightly hoarse voice.

There was a silence between the two that seemed to stretch indefinitely.

Time seemed to have come to a standstill for the two of them. In the blink of an eye, sixty ticks passed.

After an unknown amount of time, the girl, who had not looked at the man and seemed not to care about him at all, said:

"If that's the case, your father must hate you."

“…Haha, that’s true.”

"No father would hate his child."

Ming Fuluo turned around and stared at Leiden, who was leaning against the wall with his head down. Her voice rose slightly, and her tone was very firm:

"So, you must have done something that he can't forgive."

Leiden raised his head suddenly, the anger flashing in the man's eyes was so obvious, but when he saw the hazy veil, he quickly realized his current identity and status, and hid all his emotions in his heart.

"You're right, miss." He smiled self-deprecatingly to hide his anger.

This is not a clever method, but it is useful, just a little cruel to oneself.