The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"I did do something that he couldn't forgive - because I was so stupid and incompetent, and that's the last thing he could forgive."

"...Are you sure?" Ming Fuluo's voice was even a little difficult to control. "Is it because of this? How could a father be unforgivable because of such a thing--"

"Miss, your father must love you very much."

Leiden, who seemed to be unable to bear it any longer, interrupted Ming Fuluo and said, "I can only tell you that not everyone in this world is suitable and worthy of being a father."

Having said this, he lowered his eyes again and whispered tiredly: "Including me."

"my father."

Miss Doll's voice was a little distorted: "He——"

"What's the matter, little Helen? Do you want to talk to me?"

The young nobleman poked his head out from the side of the shelf and asked, "Are you getting along well with the owner?"

After a while, the girl seemed to squeeze out a reply from her throat: "...Not good."

This made Leiden's expression change slightly, and he immediately explained to Anser: "Sir, I assure you that I have no intention of offending your daughter. Please..."

"I don't want to stay any longer, Father."

Ming Fuluo walked to Anser and took his hand: "I want to leave."

"Hmm? But I haven't found what I want to buy yet."

"But I don't want to...I..."

The petite female scholar looked at the man's stunned, panicked, and even somewhat helpless expression, then closed her eyes and forced herself to say the words that made her sick:

"Please...Father."

"...Well, okay, since little Helen said so."

Anser rubbed the girl's head helplessly, then looked at Leiden: "I have to go, Mr. Shopkeeper, I'm sorry I can't buy anything."

"Ah, no... no no no, I should be the one apologizing. I may have done something that made Miss Helen uncomfortable. Please forgive my rudeness..."

Leiden immediately responded in a more humble tone, and Anser just smiled and said, "Maybe Helen is just too willful, but there's nothing we can do about it."

"After all, it's every father's duty to satisfy his daughter's wishes, isn't it?"

"..." Leiden's expression froze slightly, but he still responded with a smile, "You are right, sir."

Ansher nodded slightly and left the store with Ming Fuluo.

They walked outside and onto the street for a long distance, with Ming Furo keeping her head down and not saying a word.

"What's wrong, little Helen?" Anser said leisurely as he walked down a street with few pedestrians. "You seem very unhappy. Is it so painful to chat with Mr. Leyden, my daughter?"

"No, don't do this again. Call me." Ming Fuluo's voice was cold, and she spoke word by word.

"Oh, I'm angry."

The vicious devil said this with a smile on his face.

A pleasant, disdainful, indifferent smile.

"But do you have the right to be angry? Tell me, who offered to help me solve the problem? Who caused me trouble? Who wanted to get my forgiveness?"

"my daughter?"

If Ansel could feel sympathy for Ming Furo's current predicament, then Xitana would be able to live a happy life in the Red Frost Territory many days earlier.

"What... do you know? About him, about grandpa... what's going on?"

Ming Fuluo's breathing was a little rapid, and her voice reflected her uncontrollable emotions: "This is what you want, isn't it? You just want me to ask you this question so that I will pay the price... You win, Anser, you win, I admit defeat."

"You see, that's what I like about you, dear Miss Mingfulou."

Anser reached out and pinched Ming Fuluo's cheek: "Even in such a chaotic situation, you can still think of the key points and recognize your position at the first time. Most of the time, this is a rare and remarkable quality."

"——Except, I am in a situation where I can't do anything about it."

His fingers reached into the veil, feeling the touch of the veil with the back of his fingers and the delicate touch of the skin with the front of his fingers: "But I also like this situation."

The young Hydra smiled brightly and said, "Because the scene where you clearly know the answer, but still have no choice but to submit to me, no matter how many times I watch it, it makes me feel happy both physically and mentally."

"But you are still a little bit behind now, Ming Fuluo."

Anser's expression turned cold again: "You don't understand your current position, do you? I want you to beg me? Do I need you, or... do you need me?"

"Do you think that anyone is qualified to pay me the price?"

"..."

Looking at Ming Fuluo who remained silent, Ansher's face soon smiled again.

"But I'm also happy about this, because your emotionality seems to be getting worse. Hmm... Although it's getting further and further away from the rational abyss I expect, who can tell whether this is good or bad?"

"Come."

He put his arm around Ming Fuluo's waist affectionately and laughed softly, "Do you know how to call me? Compared to that man who can't give you anything and betrayed your grandfather, am I more suitable for that title? More suitable for you to call me... um? What was it?"

But this time, Ming Fuluo didn't say anything.

Anser tilted his head slightly: "What's wrong? Can't you even give me this little sincerity? This will make it very difficult for me."

"Father."

Ming Fuluo grabbed Ansel's clothes tightly. Even through the lace gloves, she could see her trembling hands and blue knuckles.

"Please... help me."

When saying this, Ming Fuluo...was she in the daughter's shoes?

Whose daughter is she and for whom did she say such words?

Ansher knew this very well, just as Ming Fuluo's current choice did not escape his expectations at all.

Whether it was out of a search for the truth or the need to obey Ansher, she would do this, which is why Ansher felt disappointed.

But just looking at Ming Furo's current appearance can still be interesting for a while.

Leiden...Erion, look, our Miss Mingfro once again has the opportunity to get to the bottom of the truth about her grandfather's death, and this time, she can only choose to turn to the person she least wants to ask for help.

Even if the disturbance of fate caused her to temporarily reject Ivora's deal and derail her from that trajectory, I still have extra chess pieces to use, don't I?

If the Leidens had not been stopped from expressing their difficulties, if the relationship between Ming Furo and the Leidens had not been completely broken, if Ming Furo had already made up her mind about the past, then... there would not be the effect today.

Although she followed Ming Fuluo at that time just to prevent fate from taking advantage of her parents and investing more of Ming Fuluo's feelings in them, who says... the brief confrontation that has ended and the idle chessboard cannot be reused?

It's just something you can think of or not.

You are back on track, dear Mingfuluo.

What I give you is the right track.

Chapter 62: The Nothingness of the Doll

This training, which was full of fun in Ansel's eyes, was heading towards its final stop. Just like the second stop, it was a final stop that Ming Furo could never have imagined.

Inside the Notong, walking on the road leading to the transport room, Anser, holding Ming Fuluo's hand, said leisurely: "Dear Helen, do you still remember Linghu Territory and Watson Territory?"

"..."

Ming Fuluo's body stiffened slightly. After a brief silence, she responded in a low voice: "Remember."

Of course she remembered, that crazy and cruel war, that morbid and ridiculous game.

The weapons of the Ether Institute made a grand appearance, and they were supposed to kill everyone, but they suddenly went berserk and destroyed everything; the countermeasures that the Tower of Babel made with all their might were known to the opponent in advance, and they should have been defeated, but they achieved a ridiculous "victory".

That war...left a deep impression on Ming Fuluo.

No matter the people who died, the price paid, the forced sacrifices; or the continuous reversals and the final comeback... Ming Furo will never forget, and cannot forget.

That time, she was determined to base the continuation of the Tower of Babel on avoidable war and destruction, and she ultimately succeeded.

That decision was an extremely critical juncture. It was because of the "victory" in that war game that Babel was able to break free from Ivora's brutal control.

There were few voices criticizing Ming Furo's choice at the time within the Tower of Babel, and most people remained silent about the incident.

Now, coming to the teleportation array... Anser suddenly asked her this question.

So there is no doubt where to go next.

Anser...will you take me to Watson Territory?

He wants me to go see what happens after Watson leads the battle?

No...it won't be that simple. That war did not affect the territories of either side from beginning to end. There was no destruction and no additional damage. Anser would not want to make me feel guilty just by relying on this kind of thing.

So what will he do?

Ming Fuluo subconsciously squeezed Ansel's hand, which seemed like an intimate act but exposed her tense heart.

Now, reviewing from the beginning, the conversation with the lady at the beginning, and the communication with the man just now, what Anser wants is -

Is it...my isolation?

Is he emphasizing that I have nothing left, I don't need anything, and the only one I can rely on is him?

Even though she saw the biggest possibility, Ming Furo's heart still felt numb.

Because the facts will not change because of her recognition. On the contrary, after recognizing the facts, her will will be even more shaken.

There was no need for Anser to say it, and there was no need for Anser to make any unnecessary calculations. As a smart person, Ming Furo could recognize this cold reality - the only one she could rely on was Anser, who no longer recognized her.

This is a fact that nothing can change.

"I guess."

Anser suddenly said, "You were just thinking about what kind of surprise I was going to give you next. Let's analyze it from the beginning. What kind of transformation do I want to make to your will by taking this opportunity? Is that right?"

Anser, who did not hear the answer, smiled slightly: "You are much easier to guess than before, little Helen. It seems that my efforts during this period have been fruitful."

“…That sentence.”

"Ok?"

Ming Fuluo raised her head and stared at Anser's profile: "You said you would push me into the abyss of rationality...but in the end, did you actually have this intention?"

"You think too highly of me, my dear Helen."

Anser, who was keen on the father-daughter game, still called Ming Fuluo by a name that she couldn't understand if it had any special meaning. His tone seemed very innocent: "I just said a word. What you think and what you do are all your choices, aren't they?"

But I don’t have any choice - Ming Fuluo wanted to say this, but finally remained silent.

Because she knew that if Ansel really wanted to twist her into a tool, then no matter what she did, no matter which direction her personality and mind went, he would be able to benefit from it.

And everything she experienced on Xitana's birthday - the preference Xitana received and the cold treatment she received - was enough to prove that this possibility absolutely existed.

——If you can't become my obedient vassal, then you can only become a useful tool.

Everything Anser said and did revealed this news.

Next...Anther should continue to work on this aspect and try to tame me.

Ming Fuluo tried her best to calm herself down and keep her thoughts straight: Then let's follow the original plan and maintain this state. I can't be bewitched by Ansor, nor can I let him think... I have completely lost the possibility of being tamed.

From an extremely confrontational mentality to being as obedient as possible, Ming Furo now has no time to review why her emotions towards Ansel have changed so much. She just lowered her head, holding Ansel's hand and following him like a well-behaved and sensible daughter.

But her obedience did not give Anser any sense of accomplishment, let alone move him. This behavior, which was obvious at a glance and was made out of considerations of self-interest, could not be compared with the frank and straightforward expression of emotion with Xitana.

but……

But this sense of familiarity made Anser feel a subtle sense of security.

He looked down at Ming Fuluo, his gaze seemed to be able to easily penetrate the hazy black veil and fall on that indifferent face.

Purely based on interests, objective and rational thinking...Are you the same as me, or am I the same as you? Ming Fuluo?

Two people with different thoughts stepped into the teleportation array and disappeared in the light.

When she opened her eyes again, Ming Fuluo found herself in a dark alley.

She did not have the time to be surprised at the terrifying effect of the directional transmission of the Notong. Instead, she was tense and prepared to pay attention to every word Anser said, trying her best to maintain the fragile stability between the two of them.

"This is an ordinary city on the edge of Watson Territory."

Anser explained leisurely, "It's no different from most of the territories in the empire. The lives of the citizens are neither good nor bad. They just get by. The environment is not too bad either. Everything is pretty standard."

"It's not a rare city ruled by a wise lord where the people live a stable and happy life; nor is it a sinister land with a clear distinction between inside and outside, a division between the upper and the lower, and endless chaos and fighting."

Anser said this as Ming Fuluo walked out of the alley. There were not many people on the street, but judging from their spirits, it was indeed like he said. They couldn't say they were living a very good life, but there was nothing particularly bad either.