The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Resting her head on Anser's legs, Marina's breathing quickly calmed down. She closed her eyes and spent two or three seconds adjusting her emotions. Then, she panted gently and said in the calmest tone possible:

"Please... make sure no one except you and Miss Helen hears."

"Don't worry, no one else will hear you. Just go ahead."

Marina nodded and repeated Ivora's words with some difficulty.

Amid the applause that was still lingering, the room was dead silent, with only the sound of Marina’s breathing.

Helen tightly grasped Ansel's hand, and a fierce... murderous intent instantly rose in her lifeless purple eyes.

"It is indeed her..." the petite woman whispered in a cold voice, "We must...eliminate her..."

Marina looked at Anther with a sad expression. The world of extraordinary people was too far away from her. But no matter how far away it was, she could understand... what it meant that the emperor wanted to take action against Anther and Hydra.

Looking at the face she had longed for all day, feeling the surging fatigue, the utter weakness and powerlessness... made Marina hate herself more than ever before.

I hate myself for being so incompetent.

And Anser, who is the core, is the calmest person.

He was so calm that he seemed to have foreseen all of this.

"Don't worry, Helen, Marlena."

The young Hydra smiled gently and said, "This matter will be properly resolved."

After hearing this, Helen stared at Ansel for some reason but didn't say anything, while Marina still looked worried.

None of them knew whether Anser was truly confident or simply didn't want to make them worry, because the young man they were following seemed to never... never show any signs of weakness in front of anyone.

"Father." Helen still held Anser's hand tightly. "When will Mr. Flamel's creation be completed? I want to obtain Ming Fuluo's soul as soon as possible. The knowledge she has accumulated in the past three years will surely enable me to help you better."

Before Ansel could answer, the door of the private room... was suddenly knocked again.

When neither girl knew who the visitor was, Anser smiled and said, "Come in."

As the door was slowly pushed open, a pair of snow-white, slender legs emerged from the gap in the dress. Her slender black high heels stepped on the soft carpet, and the black toenail polish made the back of her foot look exceptionally white.

Following the snow-white legs upwards, the round hips, tight waist, and full and perky breasts are all perfectly outlined by the black dress that fits the body.

Enchanting, graceful, and extremely charming... She was clearly the pianist who had just played music on the stage and conquered all the audience, Miss Yura Nanaga.

She was staring at Anser with her dark, devilish eyes, with a look of madness and ecstasy that made Helen frown deeply.

"Master...my master..."

She stroked her hands, as if pinching her own swan-like neck, and gasped and whispered in confusion and happiness: "You finally came to see me again, you come to pamper me again, right?"

This great pianist, who was famous throughout the capital and even the empire, the dream lover of countless young men and the ideal self of every woman, actually bent down like a dog, kicked off her high heels, and crawled towards Anther, swaying her waist and hips. The flattering look of hers that was craving for touch, pampering, and favor was enough to make any man lose control. She licked her rosy lips, and the charm in her dark eyes was so vivid.

For some reason, Marina, who was lying on Ansel's thighs, gradually became dazed. She couldn't help but breathe slightly, and turned her face towards Ansel's abdomen. The breath she exhaled became hotter and hotter, and her legs began to rub against each other unconsciously.

"Ah... Miss Marina, and this lovely little lady."

Yura crawled to Anser's feet and was so attached to him that he even kissed him madly and licked his fingers, saying foolishly: "Do you want to be pampered by the master together with me? I will make you very happy... very happy..."

Helen stared at the woman who seemed to really think of her as a dog, wondering what she was thinking.

After a while, she looked at Anser with a questioning look.

If Anser needed it, she would give up trying to stop the spiritual erosion that Yura released instinctively and devote herself to the happiness that this woman talked about.

But Anser just stroked Yura's head and said calmly:

"All right, Euler. Play me a tune."

Rubbing Anser's palm hard, Miss Yura, with a face full of crazy desire, was stunned. She raised her face and asked anxiously and fearfully: "Master...you, you don't need it? Is there something about Yura that makes you dissatisfied? Yura... Yura has not stayed within 20 meters of any man during this period, Yura..."

"Calm down, Yura." Anser's hand slid to Yura's cheek and then gently lifted her chin.

He stared into those dark eyes and asked softly, "Think carefully, why did you come to the imperial capital and the Imperial Royal Theater?"

"for what?"

Yura repeated Anser's question blankly, and then responded cautiously, like a young animal, "Yes... It's for you, for the master. The master told me to go to the Royal Theater--"

Ansher pressed her lips and stopped her from saying anything more.

The young Hydra lowered his eyes slightly and sighed silently, but his calm and somewhat indifferent expression seemed as if he had witnessed this kind of scene... countless times.

“You came here because of your love and passion for music, didn’t you?”

He said so patiently: "This is your passion, this is why you are here."

"No... no, how could it be, how could it be more important than its master!"

Yura's emotions fluctuated violently. The devilishness surging in his dark eyes and his desire for Anser were visibly surging, which made people... shudder.

It was as if there was nothing in her eyes except Ansher, even the world and herself no longer existed.

She held Ansel's hand in panic, and was even scared to the point of crying: "Please don't give up on me... don't... don't abandon me, I exist for you, I am for you--"

Ansher put his hand on her head, and the female musician, who was almost crazy just now, fell into a deep sleep.

When Yura fell into a deep sleep, Marina gradually came out of her uncontrollable state, gradually recalling the snow-haired girl she had just performed. She immediately stood up, stepped aside with a red face, and covered the dark part between her legs with her hands.

"...Father, she——"

"Helen, can you tell what's going on with Yura?" Ansel asked gently, stroking the woman's hair.

Helen glanced at Yura, who was sleeping soundly against Anser's legs, and said, "This Miss Yura, she seems to have... an extremely abnormal and strong desire for you. Even her power as a superhuman seems to come from... this desire."

This sentence stunned Marina, who was extremely shy just now.

"... Extraordinary?"

She murmured blankly, and then even asked Helen uncontrollably: "Ms. Helen, you said... Miss Yula, she is... a supernatural person?"

"What's wrong?" Helen tilted her head slightly, "Is there something wrong?"

"No, but she..."

When she was in the Red Frost Territory, she was clearly just an ordinary person, right?

Helen saw everything that was wrong with Marina. She looked at the unconscious Yura thoughtfully but said nothing.

Anser didn't care about Marina's interruption, he just sighed and said:

"It's a...terrible situation, isn't it?"

"Yes." Helen nodded, withdrawing her gaze from Yura. "She is already useless. Both her will and soul have been completely... distorted. Just like the erosion of the abyss to the extraordinary, no... even more dangerous than that. This morbid pursuit of you will completely destroy her--"

Helen paused suddenly.

Anser's existence corrodes this individual named Yura, just like the abyss corrodes the extraordinary, just like Anser...

He himself is... the abyss.

Facing Anser's meaningful gaze, Helen was silent for a moment, then said softly:

"Is this why you brought me here?"

Anser just smiled and shook his head: "You are different from Yura, Helen."

The situations of Helen and Euler are certainly different. At most, Helen can be regarded as being manipulated by Ansel in her character, and this manipulation is invisible, a change that ultimately belongs to Helen herself.

But this Yura... was obviously directly changed by some force.

"But because of this, you don't want me to become like her, right?"

Helen held Anser's hand without letting go. She stared at Yura who was leaning against Anser's legs and whispered, "I can abandon my self, my dignity, and even my ideals just to win your favor."

The petite woman stared into those deep ocean blue eyes: "You don't like it, nor do you need it."

"You're worried... about me becoming this kind of person."

"I hope you don't think my worries are unnecessary." Ansher smiled.

Even though life is fictional and even though beliefs are given, Ming Fuluo still became Helen in the end because "Ansel could realize that ideal", and her pursuit has never changed.

After listening to the performance and seeing the poor Miss Eula, Ansel gave a serious warning from the bottom of his heart. He sincerely hoped that Helen could maintain her own self while being extremely loyal, even if Helen... was no longer Ming Furo.

But in the face of Anser's earnest reminder and warning, Helen said very calmly after a brief silence:

"Your worries are indeed unnecessary, father."

"..."

When Ansel was stunned, Helen reached out and held Ansel's face.

"Please ask me." Helen looked into those ocean-blue eyes without dodging at all.

"Please ask me that question."

Staring at the familiar yet unfamiliar pair of purple eyes, Ansher almost instinctively moved his gaze away slightly, but moved it back the next moment.

He stared into Helen's eyes, not missing any emotion in them, and his tone unconsciously became solemn and serious:

"Ideal and me, which one do you choose? Ming... Helen?"

"I'm not giving up on any of them, Father."

Helen answered without hesitation.

Anser's mouth corners slightly raised: "But you have to choose one in the end, because I will betray you, because everything is a lie."

"No, that's not the case. You would never betray me, and everything you said was not a lie."

"You must have some unspeakable difficulties."

"Even if I don't want to tell you anything?"

"That means your difficulties are even greater, so great that you cannot bear it."

The petite face got closer and closer to Anser, and the woman holding his face gave him a gentle kiss.

"I will do everything I can to help you, even if you don't want to tell me anything, or rather... it is precisely because you don't want to tell me anything that I have to do everything I can."

"I will never let you suffer alone."

In those dull eyes, a ray of light blossomed, so tiny but so bright in Anser's eyes.

She said, "Anser, trust me."

"..."

Anser stared into those purple eyes again. The brilliance he saw just now seemed to be just some kind of illusion, some unrealistic expectation.

Helen is still Helen, and Ming Fuluo is still Ming Fuluo.

But...it doesn't matter.

"That's good."

Anser held Helen in his arms, closed his eyes and whispered softly: "That's good, Helen."

Helen is doing well now... Even though she lost her friend, it's not bad to have a daughter like her.

When he opened his eyes again, the young Hydra of the past returned.

"You don't want to give up any of them. You're so greedy, Helen."

Anser smiled and pinched Helen's cheek: "It turns out that she is...my daughter."

A faint smile appeared on Helen's face: "As it should be, father."

"Then... let's go. The purpose of today's trip has been achieved."

"Where's Miss Eula?"

"The more she comes into contact with me, the worse it will be for her. When she wakes up, she will forget everything that just happened... Marina, I'll leave the follow-up to you."

After learning that Yura had become a transcendent, Marina, who had been staring at her from beginning to end, suddenly came to her senses and immediately nodded in response: "I understand, Mr. Anser."

Holding Ansel's hand, Helen looked up at him slightly: "So, father, where are we going next?"

"Where do you want to go?" Ansel asked with a smile.

Helen was silent for a moment, then said softly:

"Let's go to... the cemetery."

"To honor those who have passed away."