The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"Mr. Riley, how have you been?"

The restaurant was still silent, but many people looked at the bewildered bearded man. His friends also looked at him in disbelief.

"Not just you, but also your co-workers, Mr. Cofro, Mr. Pilar, Mr. Matt... How are you doing recently?"

The boy turned around and looked with a smile at the men who were eating at a table not far away.

"me……"

Riley, who was first called by Anser, answered with a trembling voice:

"I'm doing well... Master Anser, thanks to you, I took my wife and daughter to travel to Maple Leaf City in the east last month. We had a great time as a family."

Anser smiled and nodded, then looked at the men around him. They also seemed to have just woken up from a dream. Under the envious gazes of others, they excitedly or stammered as they described their recent situation to Anser.

Without exception, everyone is living a good life.

"The construction of the eastern square of Hydra City is perfect."

The boy raised the glass of juice and gestured to the men: "I'll toast to you."

These ordinary workers were naturally terrified and did not dare to raise their glasses. Riley was flattered and responded carefully: "This is our job, and you pay us so much... How can we accept your respect?"

Anser put down the cup, put his hands in front of him, interlaced his fingers, and asked gently:

"Mr. Riley, have you ever been to the new square in the east?"

"Yes, yes, I've been there." Although Anser's voice was very soft, Riley still seemed a little nervous.

"how do you feel?"

“…It was good, my wife and daughter had a great time there.”

"Then you should have seen more things."

Under the slightly confused gaze of Riley and his co-workers, Anser smiled and said:

"You should have seen more children playing happily, more couples hugging and kissing each other, and more happy and peaceful families."

He walked towards the workers whose faces were gradually turning red, and came to their table. He spoke in a sonorous and powerful voice with the appearance of a ten-year-old boy:

"This is the merit you have created, gentlemen. It is a merit that cannot be measured in money, and it is a merit that I cannot repay."

Then, he turned to look at the other diners in the restaurant who were listening quietly, and said in an enthusiastic voice:

"It's not just the new square in the east. I believe that everyone here has contributed their efforts to this city and Hydra Territory, making it what it is today."

“Maybe it’s just an ordinary gray brick, maybe it’s just a grain of ripe rice, maybe it’s just a piece of plain cloth, maybe it’s just a… fresh little flower.”

Being stared at by increasingly fiery gazes, the young Hydra also felt that he was now full of faith and strength - the power to veto and defeat even that future.

“Those things may indeed be insignificant, and they do make you get paid, but that doesn’t mean that the significance of your efforts is limited to that.”

"Bricks and tiles piled up to build a strong city stabilizes life, rice grains gather to produce food to avoid hunger, and cloth weaves bring warmth. Even a single flower may make someone feel peaceful and happy."

"So why should you be so respectful to me, my friends?"

The boy smiled so sincerely and brilliantly: “It’s obviously you who created your own life.”

Then, he turned his head and looked at those men who were obviously several dozen years older than him but whose eyes were filled with almost uncontrollable emotions. He gently called for his juice and raised his glass to invite them:

“To the life that was born in your hands.”

Riley's thick beard trembled constantly, he wiped his face, and his eyes were red.

He was already over 40 years old, and he had been displaced all the way to Hydra Territory with his wife. He had experienced the ugliness of the powerful, the contempt of the extraordinary, the heaviness of life... Which of them had he not experienced? He knew very well that big shots liked to lie to maintain their superior appearance.

But the man never thought at this moment that everything the ten-year-old boy said was just high-sounding words.

Because he really did receive an incomparably generous reward for that project, which he had never dared to imagine in his entire life; because he really did see the peaceful and happy faces of the civilians in the square; because he really did see such pure and passionate emotions in the boy's eyes, those clear and bright sea-blue eyes.

There was neither the coldness of the powerful nor the contempt of the extraordinary, but a bright light that seemed to come from another world.

The man raised his glass and choked up as he responded loudly:

“Respect life!”

Then, there were echoes in the restaurant:

"Respect life!" "Respect life!"

Anelisa sat in her seat, listening to the enthusiastic shouts of the restaurant diners, but her face did not show any surprise.

She just held her face and stared at the boy's back quietly. Even though it was just his back, she felt that she saw that childish face filled with smile.

Just by feeling his happiness, she felt that there was nothing happier in the world.

Then, in this sea of ​​jubilation, someone raised his glass and shouted:

"Respect Anser!"

The crowd was silent for a moment, and everyone looked at the beautiful lady with blonde hair as warm as the sun. She was holding up a wine glass and saying this with a bright smile.

Then everyone cheered again:

"Cheers to Anser!" "Cheers to Anser!"

Young Hydra turned around, only to find that his body had become lighter and was being lifted up by something.

It turned out to be a bunch of brightly colored flowers with strong roots and branches blooming in one place, lifting him up high.

The boy looked at his mother and found that she was looking at him tenderly.

It’s like looking at the most precious thing in the world.

*

At night, Anelisa, who was sitting in the courtyard to enjoy the cool air, exhaled slowly.

"What a great time you've had today, Arthur."

Dragging her son around Hydra City, Mrs. Hydra stretched herself contentedly and looked at Anser with a smile: "Are you happy?"

"I……"

"Ah, no need to say it."

Aenelisa reached out and rubbed Anser's head, saying softly:

"I know you are very happy. I haven't seen you so happy for a long time."

Anser closed his eyes and quietly enjoyed his mother's gentle touch.

"Arthur, I've actually been scared."

"……what?"

"Didn't I tell you one day?"

While caressing Anser, Anelsa looked up at the starry sky and said, "I hope you can be a kind person."

"It seems... since that day, you have been pushing yourself harder and harder, and becoming increasingly unhappy."

"I thought it was my fault. My expectations became your shackles and cage."

Anser didn't say anything, but just gently held his mother's hand.

"But today." The woman lowered her head, looked into her child's beautiful sea-blue eyes, and smiled with relief and happiness.

"Today, when I saw you so happy, I knew... you must really want to change the status quo and change everyone's life."

"My wish is not to be a burden to you."

She hugged Anser gently, closed her eyes, and whispered comfortably:

“That’s… great.”

Anser felt a little at a loss for a moment. Although his mother often acted coquettishly towards him, she had never shown her true vulnerability in front of him.

The boy could only touch his mother's back gently as usual: "Your worries are always unnecessary, mother."

"Even so, you've chosen a difficult path, Arthur."

Anilissa, who was holding Anser, whispered, "A path that cannot be achieved by force alone."

"If you can't go on, then give up." She stroked Ansel's cheek with gentle eyes, "Sure enough, compared to others, I still hope... Arthur that you can live happily."

"Or, find someone to accompany you. Dad and Mom don't understand you very well in this aspect. If there is someone who can accompany you, I think with Arthur's ability, he will definitely be able to go on."

Anser smiled and said, "It's hard to find someone as smart as me, mother."

"There will always be a chance." Anelisa poked Ansher's cheek, "Don't be too confident... Although I also think Arthur is the smartest."

Having said this, she paused and extended her hand to Anser.

"Then make a promise with mom."

The woman raised her little finger and said very seriously:

"If, Arthur, you can't make a choice no matter what, and it's so difficult or even painful that you don't know how to go on..."

"You must, must, must live for yourself, understand?"

Faced with this ominous agreement, Anser seemed to be somewhat resistant: "Mother, with my ability, I will not fall into this situation."

"I know!" Anelisa glared at him, "but I know even more how stubborn you are. When you want to do something, you don't eat, you don't rest, you don't play with girls, you don't care about anything, you don't listen to anyone, you just want to get it done."

"I think that's a good quality, Mother."

"Lack of moderation is a bad character!"

Anilissa pinched Anser's cheek angrily and said, "Agree or not, agree or not!"

Anser, whose face was being rubbed wantonly, could only helplessly raise his little finger to his mother.

Thus, the apparently touching agreement ended with Anilissa's hasty and unhappy tick.

"OK OK."

Anilisa, who seemed to have nothing to say, waved her hand, as if she was still angry: "Go do your own thing, Mom, I want to look at the stars, don't disturb me."

Ansher looked at his mother who turned her head away and looked up at the sky, smiled gently, and stood up to leave.

At this moment, Xavier's figure suddenly appeared beside Anelissa.

"lady."

The old butler bowed slightly: "I am leaving too."

"……what?"

Anelsa frowned, and Ansel's steps paused slightly.

"The master seems to have found the key thing he needs. To ensure everything goes well, everyone is ready to go, including me."

"Wait, then I..."

Anilissa paused for a moment. She glanced at Anser not far away and asked with a slightly worried tone, "Are you seven okay?"

Xavier naturally saw through Anilissa's worries: "Don't worry, if we gather together, we can make the master reach the peak of strength. Even if you are not by the master's side, as long as you exist, you are the greatest help to the master."

"Besides, even if it's not for the purpose of protecting the young master... you must stay in this world."

Anilissa was stunned for a moment, then frowned even more tightly: "The deepest part of the Zero Point Maze?"

"Yes, even the peregrine falcon cannot locate the exact position. Therefore, you, as the head of the soul, must serve as an anchor to prevent the one in ten thousand possible accident."

After a long silence, Anilissa sighed, "I see... It really makes me worry."

"Thank you for your concern."

"Hmph, when you see that bastard Mel, slap him in the face. What on earth is he tinkering with... He's so secretive that he won't even tell me."

The woman angrily said something that made Savile's expression delicate, but she quickly changed her tone and said, "Forget it, I won't embarrass you, Savile. Tell this to little Lawrence and let him do it."

"…Yes, it is your will, ma'am."

At the same time, the figure of the Peregrine Falcon fell with a clear whistle. It greeted Anilissa realistically, and then looked at Savile: "You are the only one missing, Savile."

Xavier looked at Anelissa, who waved her hand and said, "Go ahead, and remember to tell little Lawrence."

Xavier nodded and rode on the broad back of the Peregrine Falcon. After saluting again, the Head of Wind rushed into the sky and headed for the unknown territory.

And Anelisa turned her head and looked at Anser who was standing not far away and had not left yet.