The villain's way to tame the protagonist

[You understand me, I understand you; you support me, I support you. Just like the relationship between you and me now, in my eyes, this is friendship]

Ming Fuluo once said this to him frankly and frankly, and the fact was just as she said...she really knew herself.

Even though the time they had spent together was not long in the strict sense, and even though he had come here with conspiracy and malice in mind from the beginning.

"You always seem to express your emotions and thoughts so directly, Luo."

“Because there is no need to hide.”

Ming Fuluo tilted her head slightly. She couldn't quite understand Anser's feelings at the moment: "Unless there is a need to hide them, why should I hide my emotions and thoughts?"

"Necessity is... maybe you can gain more respect and... friends because of this."

"How could something like that be necessary?"

Anser's figure was reflected in Ming Fuluo's eyes. She responded in a matter-of-fact tone: "Respect means nothing to me. As for friends..."

"I already have you, so I don't need any other friends."

Anser turned around and looked at her, and said in a joking tone: "What is this, a confession?"

"..."

Ming Fuluo was stunned for two seconds, then stood up, her expression and voice extremely serious:

"I'm five years older than you, Anser."

"So... the point is that you're five years older than me?"

The blond boy looked at her with a half-smile: "I thought you would say, I am only thirteen years old now."

"…Because you don't look like a thirteen-year-old child at all—you've grown about 0.3 centimeters taller recently."

"Really?" Ansel touched his hair.

"I've been watching you."

Ming Fuluo walked up to Ansel and said these ambiguous words in a nonchalant tone, "What's for lunch today?"

She raised her eyes slightly, looked at the face so close to her, and said with a more certain tone: "0.27 centimeters, you are growing up now, it won't take long..."

The scholar lady, who was very tall and majestic, turned her eyes away and said in a low voice, "It won't be long before she'll be taller than me."

Her subtle displeasure and awkwardness made Anser laugh. Now he was almost as tall as Ming Fuluo, so he reached out and touched her head, jokingly saying, "If you care so much about your height, why don't you make some special potions? For you, it should be easy to just increase your height."

"…I will not make any changes to my body."

Ming Fuluo first took Anser's hand away, then frowned and said very seriously: "This is the purest proof that I am controlling and mastering the extraordinary with my own will. Besides... only the natural body is the most perfect container for the soul."

She looked at the spare puppet placed in the alchemy workshop, and at the tall and perfect figure, there was no envy or yearning in her eyes.

"If the value of growing taller is only to grow taller and it affects my soul, then it has no value at all."

"What a pure utilitarian..."

Ansher stretched out his hands and pinched Ming Furo's cheeks. Although the latter seemed a little unhappy, she did not stop him.

After kneading the petite girl's soft and smooth cheeks for a while, he suddenly said:

"A Luo, are you also so utilitarian towards me?"

"……what?"

"What I mean is," he said half-jokingly, "if one day I can no longer help you, will you abandon me?"

"Will I become a worthless person in your eyes at that time?"

"…What you mean by this question is..."

Ming Fuluo looked straight at Anser: "After you become demented due to some possibility, will I take care of you?"

She couldn't seem to think of the possibility that Anser couldn't help her, and could only assume that Anser had inexplicably become demented.

Anser didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and replied, "Just treat it as such."

"Although there must be many people taking care of you at that time, it certainly won't be my turn. But since you have assumed this, then..."

The scholar, whose face was pinched by Anser, responded calmly: "Of course I will take care of you, Anser."

"Even if I'm worthless by then?"

"Your value to me is more than just this."

She glanced at Anser's hand pinching her cheek and said, "Do you think that in this world, besides you, there is anyone else who can be so unscrupulous to me?"

The blond boy laughed happily and squeezed it twice more: "Should I be happy about this?"

"Of course, but by the same token...me too."

Ming Fuluo replied calmly: "I will be happy to see you, Anser."

Young Hydra was stunned for two seconds, then said suspiciously: "But you don't look happy at all."

"...Do you think I'm happy only if I show that stiff smile that you'll laugh at?"

Ming Furo sighed and reached out to knead Ansel's cheek. The two of them kneaded each other's cheeks like this, which was a bit funny.

"If you are so miserable that no one is willing to take care of you, I don't mind leaving you by my side - although this kind of thing is impossible to happen."

She stared into the sea-blue eyes that would shake her heart whenever she looked at them, and said softly: "If you insist on making such a meaningless assumption, then my answer is-"

"No matter what happens, you will always be my friend, Anser."

"…whatever happens?"

"Yeah." Ming Fuluo nodded in response.

"What if..."

Hydra took in his friend's sincere expression and asked softly:

"What if I say I'm going to give up?"

"I plan to give up the future that you and I are pursuing."

*

In the alchemy workshop of Hydra Manor, a huge swarm of alchemy insects was like a dark cloud, covering the entire ceiling of the alchemy workshop.

Anser pushed the door open and looked at the scene in front of him with a slightly surprised expression: "Your efficiency... is really high."

"She is too weak."

Ming Fuluo, who was debugging Nidhogg, said without looking back: "Resources, background, strength... She has everything, but she only made a... half-finished product like this. From strength to functionality, none of them meet the standards. It's ridiculous."

"Hmm...it seems that these three years of hard study have caused you to have a slightly distorted understanding of the situation between 'you'."

With a wave of his hand, Anser summoned a group of Nidhoggr and said leisurely: "There is no essential difference between you and my dear Helen. If you go through everything she went through, you will just become another Helen, or Alice, or something else... See what I am thinking of as a nickname for my daughter, isn't it?"

Ming Fuluo, who showed a strong desire to confront Anser, rarely made any rebuttal, obviously agreeing with his words.

"So, it is unfair for you to criticize 'yourself' from such a high position, but..."

After transforming Nidhogg into a cane that looked almost identical to Gleipnir, Anser tilted his head and smiled, "This also shows that you are indeed very... furious right now. Right, Ming Fuluo?"

"No, not just mad."

He walked slowly to Ming Fuluo's side, lifted her frosty little face with his cane, and said softly:

"You are afraid. If you were in the purgatory that I carefully showed you, you would find that there is no way for you to escape. You are afraid that I am planning something else. You are afraid that even if you win against that useless person who is so disgusting, weak and degenerate in your eyes, you may still fall into the same despair as her, and then..."

The devil leaned close to her ear, chuckled and said:

"Then, like her, I had to give up everything and depend on me in order to find the meaning of life."

"..."

Ming Fuluo didn't say anything, but her hand holding the carving knife was shaking constantly - she didn't seem to be the innocent Ming Fuluo who would express her negative emotions to Anser without hesitation. If it were her old self, she would have already slapped Anser away, pushed him aside, and angrily denounced him, but now she...didn't do that.

She just whispered in a slightly hoarse voice:

"But at least you are someone who will fulfill your bet."

"Of course."

Anser took two steps back with a smile, and at the same time, he manipulated Nidhogg casually as if for fun: "As long as you can defeat Helen, from now on, you and I will be equal partners - you create what I need for me, and I will provide you with something of equivalent value, alchemical resources, clearing obstacles, no problem."

Ming Fuluo pulled the corners of her mouth, and the stiff smile made it full of irony: "Will you really allow me to kill your 'daughter'?"

"Only after she defeats you can she truly be considered my daughter."

Anser casually transformed Nidhogg into Gleipnir in hand cannon form, and after pulling the trigger, the effect of the bullet bombardment made him laugh.

"If I can't defeat you."

He smiled and spoke kindly:

"That's worthless, isn't it?"

“…She is indeed worthless.”

Ming Fuluo, with an indifferent expression, avoided Anser's sight for a moment: "And she has no chance of winning."

Nidhogg above her head suddenly disappeared, and the large black clouds disappeared in an instant, but in fact... they still exist here, they are everywhere.

"Compressing Nidhogg from its original size visible to the naked eye to a basic unit that is almost equivalent to ether..."

Why couldn't Hendrick detect how Ming Furo attacked Helen? Because the size of Nidhogg, which was upgraded by Ming Furo, had been compressed to a size close to an ether unit... Its movement was like the natural flow of ether. Although it was also traceable for a fifth-level extraordinary person, if he had never seen such a method, he would definitely fall into it.

Anser clapped his hands softly: "The knowledge you have absorbed in the past three years is beyond my expectations."

"The same goes for the books and secret techniques preserved by Hydra... If any one of these books were leaked, it could have made a master-level figure, yet you threw them into the basement like garbage." Ming Furo replied coldly.

"We kept them on the bookshelf anyway... although no one cleaned the dust off regularly."

Anser shrugged: "I can only say that for us, the truly valuable things will certainly not be placed in the basement. This is just Hydra's manor in the imperial capital."

"Heh... I was so naive that I wanted you to help me. I was so naive that I thought you had the same expectations for the future as I did."

Ming Fuluo raised her hand and put most of the Nidhogg into her bracelet, leaving only a small portion for Anser. She looked at Anser, who was smiling gently, and said sarcastically:

"The real culprit who is holding everything back was right in front of me, but I knew nothing about it and was fooled around by a thirteen-year-old kid... How pitiful."

"Are you so angry that you're losing your mind?" Anser tilted his head slightly, "Why do you always scold yourself?"

"Because I was indeed stupid enough to deserve to be cursed."

The young Hydra stared at Ming Fuluo for a long time, and then, as if he understood something, he sighed softly and said gently: "It seems that you also feel that you have been reborn."

"Thanks to you."

Ming Fuluo responded like this, then raised her head. Her sight seemed to pass through layers of obstacles and fell on the entrance of Hydra Manor.

There, a person who looked exactly like her appeared.

Anser also looked up, with a smile on his face: "I didn't expect that my dear Helen would come to you first... It seems that your duel will become very interesting."

He turned and left and said leisurely:

"Let's end this properly, Ming Fuluo. Let me see... who is the final winner of this bet."

gambling.

Not long after reuniting with "Ming Furo", Ansel told her that three years ago, when he left the imperial capital, he made a bet with a mysterious man.

Ansor bets that Ming Furo will eventually lead the Tower of Babel to destruction because of her paranoid thinking; while the mysterious man bets that Ming Furo will lead the Tower of Babel to a...bright and bright future.

But now, Helen has decided to abandon the Tower of Babel. In her eyes, the so-called Tower of Babel has no value in existence. It doesn't matter whether it lives or dies.

Therefore, the so-called mysterious man had to become a part of the gambling and decide the final outcome.

Yes, the person who made this bet with Ansor was not some big shot who could compete with Hydra, nor was he a fictional existence used to deceive Ming Furo and disrupt her mind.

She is... Mingflora Zeger herself.

Chapter 9: The End of Three Years Part (K)

Ming Fuluo has been awakened by nightmares recently.

Ever since Anser said that, she has been feeling uneasy.

Although the prankster finally said with a smile that it was just a joke, Ming Fuluo always felt that... he was not joking.