The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Even if it was just for a moment, as long as she caught Anser's emotions, she could detect the secret that Anser was unwilling to express in words.

But this guy, who was only thirteen years old, was so experienced that Ming Furo had no idea where to start. She couldn't observe anything unusual about Anser in his daily life, and she didn't dare to make any indirect moves - because she knew very well that Anser would see through it at a glance.

The petite genius scholar glanced at the blond boy sleeping beside him, remained silent for a long time, raised his hand, as if wanting to touch his hair, but just before touching the soft golden hair, his hand hovered in the air again.

She said nothing, silently withdrew her hand, got down from the large sofa, put on her glasses, and prepared to start new research work.

As for why the two of them slept together... well, that was a long time ago, dating back to the first time Anser insisted that Ming Furo have a good rest.

It's just that both of them had good sleeping postures, and from their appearance, it would be criminal for them to have any improper thoughts about each other, so they just lay on the same sofa and rested very harmoniously and naturally.

Ming Fuluo used magic to give herself an efficient cleansing. Her little feet wrapped in black pantyhose stepped on the floor and walked silently towards the workbench.

But when she picked up the pen and prepared to start calculations and research, she couldn't concentrate no matter what.

"...Huh, you're up so early again?"

Just as Ming Fuluo was staring blankly at the blueprint, Anser yawned and sat up: "How many times have I told you to eat breakfast first, Luo."

After two seconds, Ansel, who heard no response, opened his half-closed eyes and took in Ming Furo's silent and stagnant appearance. The laziness and casualness on his face gradually faded away.

An indescribable strange silence enveloped the two of them until Ming Fuluo whispered:

"I don't have much appetite this morning. You eat first."

Anser did not respond, but just held up his face and stared at Ming Fuluo for a long time, and finally sighed helplessly:

"It seems like you took my joke seriously."

"...I think." Ming Fuluo turned her head, her eyes very serious, "That's not something you can joke about."

"Don't you know me yet?"

Anser said nonchalantly, "For me, there is nothing so serious that it cannot be used as a joke? Or is it..."

His voice suddenly became a little light and vague, like the whisper of a ghost wandering aimlessly in the world.

Those clear and bright sea-blue eyes became so deep, so deep that Ming Fuluo couldn't see clearly at all.

"If I really plan to give up on the vision you and I are pursuing, you plan to...give up on me?"

"Don't make that assumption!"

Ming Fuluo's voice became higher, and her tone and expression showed obvious annoyance: "You obviously can't do such a thing, Ans! Why do you have to say such things? Do you want to make me angry? Do you want to see me make a fool of myself and panic?"

"Okay, you succeeded."

She jumped off the chair and walked towards Anser who was sitting on the sofa. Her eyes, which were mostly indifferent, were brewing such vivid anger. The petite warlock, who was about the same height as Anser, pressed the blond boy on the sofa, her face almost touching his:

"You've disturbed me now. I can't rest well, or even concentrate on my work... No matter what I do, I will inevitably wonder why you said that, and whether you will...will you really do -"

Ming Furo, who was pressing Ansel under her, kept gasping for breath. Her soft, thick blue-gray hair fell down and hung on both sides of Ansel's cheeks like curtains, so that he could only see Ming Furo's face, which was always cold on weekdays but looked so haggard at this moment.

"Anser..."

She closed her eyes and whispered tiredly, "That joke of yours was indeed just a joke, meant to tease me, right?"

Ming Fuluo did not open her eyes. She was afraid that once she opened her eyes and met those sea-blue eyes, she would be able to read Ansel's emotions in an instant and get an answer that would make her devastate.

Whether the silence is short or long, only those who are deeply trapped in it can know.

After an unknown amount of time, Ming Fuluo felt a hand touching her cheek.

"Have I found another weakness of yours?"

After hearing the teasing chuckle, the petite sorceress completely softened and fell directly on Anther's chest. The two of them were face to face, feeling each other's warmth and touch, so intimate.

"You're such a jerk, Anser."

Ming Fuluo murmured weakly: "You are only thirteen years old, and you are already so good at playing tricks on people. I really can't imagine... what you will become in the future."

"But no matter what it looks like." Anser gently hugged Ming Fuluo's waist, "You will like it, right?"

"..." The petite scholar struggled symbolically for a few times and then stopped moving. She just used the words she had said countless times to avoid the question, "I am five years older than you, Anser... Of course, if you are talking about liking someone as a friend, then I don't deny it..."

Ansher just chuckled in Ming Furo's ear and didn't answer.

The latter should be thankful for the choice he made just now.

She should be thankful that she did not open her eyes at that moment, did not look at Anser, and now she did not see Anser's expression.

That laughter was so intimate, but his expression was indifferent, weird and scary.

Sometimes, pain does not necessarily represent a struggle, but rather a choice that has been made.

Just as Ming Furo knew Ansir so well, Ansir also knew her better than anyone else.

——Her pain did not come from the difficulty in making a choice, but from the fact that if Anser really intended to give up, or even betray...

Then she would definitely give up Ansher.

"A Luo."

Anser stroked Ming Fuluo's back and whispered softly:

"Let's go again and look at the sky."

Looking up at the sky, looking up at the boundless blue, is one of Ming Fuluo's few hobbies. Now that she has been comforted, she naturally has no reason to refuse.

"Are you going to comfort me a little?" Ming Fuluo whispered, her cheek pressed against Ansel's.

"I guess so." Anser smiled, "I am your best friend."

I am your best friend, and so are you, Luo.

So, just this once... I thought, I'll give you one more chance.

It is not my subjective inference, but the answer you say yourself.

I am still that illusory obsession that only has a superficial appearance...

Which one would you choose?

Ansel stood up and still hugged Ming Fuluo, whispering in his heart.

He tilted his head, as if he was listening to Ming Furo's heartbeat, or as if he was listening to the whisper of fate.

But he only heard the faint low thunder coming from the distant sky.

It's going to rain.

*

When Helen walked through the empty corridor and arrived at the door of the alchemy workshop, her heartbeat and breathing became rapid.

After the attack, she finally remembered everything.

It's not a lost memory, but a memory that has been... erased.

Helen already knew exactly who the assassin was, why she wanted to kill her, what the relationship between her and her was, and what had caused the situation to become what it was now.

It was a gamble, a gamble that she was a participant in but was forced to forget.

Now, the gamble has reached its final stage, the finale that is completely planned and controlled by Ansher.

The winner gets everything he wants, and the loser gets nothing.

"Father……"

Helen whispered these two words softly and placed her hand on the door. She closed her eyes and stood there for a long time. What played in her mind was everything she had seen, heard, and experienced during this period of time.

When she opened her eyes again, the genius sorcerer named Helen had made up her mind.

The heavy metal door slowly opened, and a familiar scene came into Helen's eyes. Anser had once made some minor modifications to her puppet here, and after that, she had occasionally used this place.

Deep inside the alchemy workshop, the petite woman who was controlling Nidhogg as easily as driving a torso also looked up at the door.

The two of them met eyes at exactly the same time.

Judging from their appearance alone, there is no difference between the two of them from any angle.

The same indifferent and cold expression, the same slightly petite figure, the same magnificent and mysterious purple eyes... Only by careful observation can one find that one of them is silent and lightless, it is the ego that is completely reborn after destruction; while the other one is shining with a cold light like steel, symbolizing indestructible determination.

"Before we begin, I have a question for you."

Ming Fuluo waved her hand, and the door of the alchemy workshop closed automatically: "What on earth are you——"

"I'm Helen."

There was no need for Ming Fuluo to finish her question. The petite woman with silent eyes who looked at her calmly answered:

"It's father's Helen."

"…Because you are me, I will have the last hope for you."

The last trace of calmness in Ming Furo's eyes disappeared completely, leaving only extreme indifference and...disgust.

"I didn't expect you to be so completely depraved."

"The person who didn't expect it should be me."

Helen took off the bracelet. She could feel the new Nidhogg spread throughout the alchemy workshop. As long as Ming Furo had the intention, they would tear herself into pieces. No... it was blood mist.

But she was not afraid at all. Instead, she took a step forward and said with a disgust that was no less than Ming Fuluo's, "You are much more pitiful than me for being brainwashed to this extent."

"You clearly... witnessed everything I went through."

The individual named Helen expressed such deep hatred and sadism:

"But you are still immersed in that fictitious and absurd life!"

Her most beloved grandfather didn't even want to believe that she would stick to that ideal. He was so crazy that he was willing to use his own life to inflict a curse on her that would penetrate deep into her bones and prevent her from breaking free.

She had never set foot in the human world, so her beliefs and ideals were completely unfounded, not coming from reality, but from the workshop that had designed her since she was a child and had taken her twenty-one years to piece together.

The funniest thing is that even this workshop that pieced together her life has given up its original purpose, and she, who was pieced together, can't even achieve that purpose.

Mingflora Zeger as an individual is meaningless.

And the only person who can give her meaning, the only person who can redeem her, the only person who can recognize her, understand her, guide her and help her... is Ansher.

Only... "Father"!

Helen's resentment and pain made Ming Fuluo fall into silence for a short time.

She stared into those dead eyes without any light and responded calmly:

"If our roles were reversed... then I would only end up in the same situation as you."

"then you--"

"But if you were me."

In just a moment, Ming Fuluo's calm voice became as cold as ice and as hard as iron. Her purple eyes were filled with the color of a burning furnace, the blazing flames that could melt the ultimate suffering into boiling iron.

Such an angry, unyielding fire.

"You will be like me, standing here despising yourself for being defeated by that devil!"

"Listen carefully...I won't repeat the following words to you a second time."

*

"I won't tell you that again, Luo."

In the heavy rain, Anser, who seemed to have vented all his violent emotions, smiled and said, "We... are no longer friends."

Ming Fuluo's gaze penetrated the rain curtain and fixed on his face:

"I see... So this is you, the biggest fool. I am really a complete failure, Anser."

Her skin looked pale and bloodless under the rain. No matter how angry and cold her tone was, it couldn't hide her shaky state at the moment.

"I don't think so, A-Ro."

Anser half-closed his eyes, feeling the cool touch of the rain sliding down his skin, and whispered:

"I gave you such a great opportunity. I confessed everything to you. This is my reward for our former friendship. At least until the last moment, I was so sincere. From now on... there is no need for me to deceive you, right?"

"Should I thank you?" Ming Fuluo curled her lips, "Thank you for your honesty and grace?"

"No, no, no... There's no need for such unnecessary things."

Anser, with his eyes still half closed, smiled gently and said, "As long as you agree to play a bet with me, so that the relationship between you and me can end in the most perfect and decent way."

"And let me be treated like a toy by you again? Do you really think I'm stupid--"