The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"Your pursuit is fake, your desire is fake, everything you do and think... is fake."

Anser's words turned into a noose, tightly wrapping around the puppet's neck, but how could the puppet be in pain because of these things?

Because this wasn't something Anser needed to remind her of, it was something she had already realized on her own, and it didn't matter anymore -

At this moment, the deep sea blue color suddenly appeared in her eyes.

I had clearly been watching it before, and I had clearly seen it countless times, but this time... this sea blue, as clear and blue as the sky, almost filled the puppet's pupils.

She heard the sea blue say:

"But it doesn't matter."

She felt the sea blue gently enveloping her:

"When everything is fake."

She felt that the sea blue color seeping into her.

"I must be the most authentic one, too."

At this moment, countless memories exploded in the puppet's mind.

It was not something she had lost, but something she already had and remembered.

All of them... are memories related to Ansir Hydra.

His teasing, his flirting, his care, his seriousness, every word he said, everything he did, those past fantasies, happiness, freedom, and...happiness, all appeared before the puppet's eyes one by one.

"Tell me, who is the person who has the same ideal as you?"

[Anser was forced to give up something, he was very sad]

“…Yes, you.”

"Tell me, who is the person who is willing and able to go with you?"

[Are all the thoughts and feelings I have for you a lie? ]

“…It’s you.”

"Tell me, who is the person who has the ability to realize your dream?"

【But I can definitely do it】

"It's you."

The doll's breathing became rapid and hot, and the sea blue that seemed to be imprinted into her eyes was getting closer and closer, entering her eyes...there was almost no room for any other color.

No, there is no other color in her eyes and in her world.

"So..." the sea blue that made her feel alive and hot said softly, "Who am I?"

"You are……"

The puppet subconsciously reached out to touch his face, and when it reacted and shrank back to retract its hand, he held it tightly and put it on his face.

When the temperature of the fingertips came, the puppet murmured in a dreamy voice: "You are... Anser."

"Anser... just Anser?"

He smiled and rubbed his face with the puppet's hand: "Remember, I asked you what a father is?"

"..."

“Father is an educator, a guide, a companion, and… a creator.”

"Dear, dear."

The devil rubbed the puppet's cheek: "I can teach you how to create great alchemical instruments, I can guide you how to use them for the right purpose, I can always accompany you and never leave you, I can save you from that empty hell..."

"Create a brand new self."

"so."

He kissed the puppet's lips: "What am I to you?"

"You are... not..."

The puppet was in a trance, confused. She saw the light, but in her destroyed self, the talents and gifts that could not be destroyed anyway made her see through the devil's temptation, and she responded with difficulty:

"Anser...you...don't want to...help..."

He had given up, he was no longer——

"But you know I have my reasons, don't I?"

The node where fate fueled the flames was grasped by the devil and turned into a sharp blade, piercing through the puppet's final persistence.

The puppet murmured: "Hardship..."

Yes, it's a difficult thing. Anser is threatened. I thought that as long as I can eliminate the threat, I can...

"As long as you can help me, as long as you can eliminate my enemies..."

The devil said lovingly: "Am I not the one who will never betray you and always stand by your side?"

"Answer my question again. Who am I?"

As long as I can... help Anser, as long as I can, solve the problem.

He will stand by my side, always... firmly. He understands me better than anyone else, can help me better than anyone else, and cares about me more than anyone else.

Ideals can also be realized.

A bright blush appeared on the doll's cheeks.

She reached out and hugged the devil's shoulders, and her voice revealed... emotions that were no longer those of a puppet:

"It's... father."

After saying these three words, she felt an unprecedented peace.

"Very good." Her father asked with satisfaction and pleasure:

"Who are you, then?"

As long as I can stand by my father's side, as long as my father can stand by my side, I can realize my value.

My existence... is meaningful.

"I'm……"

The doll, intoxicated by the sea blue, received a new name and responded excitedly:

"I am... Helen, my father's daughter."

Ansir Hydra stared into those eyes that were apparently dead and yet filled with a warm expression, and slowly embraced her soft body.

Destroy Ming Fuluo? Destroy her self? Destroy everything about her?

No...what Ansher wants is not destruction, but replacement.

It replaced everything in her life, replaced everything she stood for, and replaced her indestructible ideals.

Even at this point, are you still expecting to realize your own value and chasing after the illusion that has been created?

It doesn’t matter. In that case, I just want you to know... everything I do for me is for that ideal.

Helen, dear Helen.

From now on, I am your everything.

I am your...only one.

Chapter 82: The Wolf and His Daughter, Part 1

"Hush...huh..."

On the empty lawn in Hydra Manor, Xitana was struggling forward with a ferocious look on her face.

Her bulging muscles kept trembling, and her long legs seemed unable to straighten up every time they bent. The tall girl's fair and lovely cheeks were covered with sweat, and the bulging blue veins on her neck proved the heavy pressure she was under at the moment.

Not far away, Flamel's three followers were looking at Miss Wolf who was moving forward step by step.

“I feel amazing every time I watch it.”

Lawrence, squatting on the shoulder of Tyr, the Head of Strength, stroked his long whiskers and exclaimed, "Aren't Miss Xitana's talents and spiritual qualities a little too unreasonable?"

"Adaptability, immunity... It's really amazing." Torado nodded, and the top warlock narrowed his eyes slightly. "But in my opinion... her spiritual essence should not be limited to this. Remember the last time Tyr tested her? Under such heavy pressure, she seemed to have the possibility of some kind of 'transformation'."

"The key point is the character of the mind."

Tyr, who had been silent all this time, suddenly spoke. The tall warrior who looked like a demon god spoke with a voice like a low thunder.

"The desire for victory, the pursuit of power, the confidence to tame it, and the indestructible determination..."

"A girl who came from a remote village has the determination to become the strongest. This is the most precious thing."

"...That's really strange." Lawrence scratched his head. "Before she met the young master, wasn't Miss Xitana just a country girl? Although she had some schooling experience, she was still a country girl. How did she get this kind of personality?"

"The qualities of a strong person are innate." Torado crossed his arms across his chest and spoke arrogantly in a very calm tone, "I was able to create spells at the age of six, Tyr could tear a coyote apart at the age of four, and the young master has a desperate dominance in almost all fields...Does this need a reason? It doesn't need a reason."

"Talent and character are not the same thing, Torado."

“When one’s character becomes special to a certain degree, it becomes talent.”

The man and the mouse were chatting casually, and the focus of the discussion, Miss Wolf, roared to the sky, suddenly took a step and started running. However, she had just made the three heads of the clan widen their eyes slightly, and then she fell to the ground with a thud, gasping for breath.

"...three minutes and fifty-six seconds."

Torado stroked his chin and said, "I have improved by another six seconds compared to two days ago. At this rate, I will hit a bottleneck in half a month."

"It's only a third-level throne after all... Wait, Miss Sitana is a third-level throne?"

Lawrence was shouting in a funny way, while Tyr, who was the most responsible, said in a deep voice:

"That's enough for today, Sitana. Have a good rest."

"Oh……"

Miss Wolf, who was lying on the lawn with her tongue half hanging out, responded weakly: "I'll just lie there for a while, Uncle Tyr, don't worry about me."

The fresh scent of grass tickled the tip of Hitana's nose. The girl sniffed and felt that the stickiness brought by the sweat on her face was much less.

As expected... lying down after a hard workout is the most comfortable.

Just like after fighting with Ansher all night, I fell asleep on his chest, hehehehe.

Shitana half-closed her eyes and hummed. As soon as she imagined that scene, the slight coolness she had just felt turned into heat.

For Hitana, swallowing nutrients to become stronger and interacting happily with Ansel are the happiness in her life that she will never get tired of.

To a certain extent, it is indeed just like a dog. As long as it can eat and drink enough and have fun playing with its owner, it will be carefree and have no worries.

A happy and comfortable life wears down the mind, but to be frank, how many people in this world would be willing to suffer when they can enjoy it so comfortably?

Marina never criticized Sitana for her increasingly lazy temperament. Firstly, she had never slacked off in exercising herself. Secondly... weren't they working hard for such a life?

Of course, this is just Marina's idea. For Hitana, she wants more than that.

After squirming a few times, Hitana propped herself up and stood up. She stretched out her tall and fit body, and her bones made crisp sounds when her muscles moved.

"Do you want to exercise for a while longer? It's so boring without Anser here."

On the lawn, where Hitana was the only one left, the girl rolled up her skirt and wiped her cheeks. Her abdomen, with clear but not overly exaggerated muscles, was covered in sweat, emitting an alluring luster.

"Speaking of which, if he were to cause trouble for Ming Fuluo...what would he do?"

Thinking back to Ming Furo's completely broken look, Miss Wolf couldn't help but shudder.

"In Anser's eyes, I was not that pitiful before, was I?"

Hitana couldn't accept herself showing that kind of broken appearance where even her eyeballs became like glass beads. She was so weak!

Although the conflict between her and Ming Fuluo at the beginning made Xitana want Anser to teach Ming Fuluo a lesson, after several times of getting along, especially the hunting activity on her birthday, Ming Fuluo's cooperation made Xitana have a lot of fun, plus her funny figure that made it difficult for people to completely hate her... Xitana no longer had any bad feelings towards Ming Fuluo.

Therefore, when Ming Furo showed that miserable look of mental destruction, Xitana felt some sympathy for her.

She knew better than anyone how miserable her fate would be if she fell into Anser's hands, especially Anser who was full of malice.

If I hadn't been so cute, obedient, and considerate, and if I hadn't fascinated Anser so much, I might have become like Ming Fuluo. It was a close call...