The villain's way to tame the protagonist

But somehow, Yura was almost... no longer afraid.

There was only that man's voice in her ears.

"You are fit to play the piano, and you are also fit to shoot. Since the Count has deprived you of your right to play the piano, then...what should you give in return to the Count?"

"I……"

Yura stared at Count Red Frost who was lying below her. This man, whom she feared and hated every day and night, was now so strange that he could not move at all, like a dead pig.

"I think..." the woman's broken self whispered softly, "I think..."

"Want to shoot, right?" The voice that seemed to come from the abyss enveloped her, but she had never felt so safe, so fulfilled, so... free.

"Want to shoot the guy who killed your dreams, your future, your life, right?"

"……Yes."

The hand cannon, which was somewhat beyond the ordinary for Yura, no longer trembled in her hand. Something seemed to be re-condensing in her shattered eyes.

Something extremely black.

"I want to...shoot!"

Yura Nanaga, who was used to seeing the sight of hell, spewed out pure hatred from her throat.

Anser kissed her earlobe with satisfaction:

"Then do it, my good girl."

At this moment, Yura felt that the darkness enveloped him completely.

She pulled the trigger without hesitation.

"boom!!"

The exaggerated roar echoed in the banquet hall, and the woman's slender fingers and pale face were stained with scarlet petals.

The most eye-catching one is undoubtedly the one that splashed into the eye.

Those eyes... completely dark, without any light, yet strangely alive and extremely fanatical.

Yura felt himself falling, felt like he was about to suffocate, and felt as if his internal organs were being ripped out.

But all this did not bring her any pain, only happiness, incomparable happiness.

She wanted to be strangled. Now she wanted those gentle fingers to wrap around her neck and tighten hard. She wanted her body to truly experience the bliss of that moment.

She collapsed in Ansel's arms, not even feeling the pain of her broken wrist, twitching with the joy of reaching the peak.

"Congratulations, Miss Nanaga."

The source of darkness said contentedly:

"you're free."

The next second, before Ansel could announce the end of the execution, he was kissed by Miss Nanaga who was still unsatisfied. She grabbed Ansel's hand and placed it on her neck, and pressed her tightly as if she wanted to rub herself into Ansel's body.

But Ansel did not push her away. Instead, he gently put his arms around Miss Nanaga's waist as if he was comforting an anxious and reckless young lady at a dance, and embraced her passion and madness with infinite tenderness.

Comforting the woman who had regained her freedom, Anser glanced at the miserable corpse whose head had been blown apart. The border of that beautiful and holy sea-blue eye...

Burning with the colors from the abyss.

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When Anser hung the headless body of Count Red Frost on the rack, the reason why the wind and snow stopped and the sun broke through the clouds seemed to be because of the enthusiastic cheers of the civilians.

The sun shone on the tall young nobleman, and his smile was proud, like a brave soldier who had fulfilled his promise, performed a great deed, and bathed in the light of justice.

But no one knew, not even the cheering people, not Anther's servant Savier, not Anther's father Hydra, who now holds the power of hunting in the empire, or even the emperor who was old and confused but still able to intimidate the world and kill everything - Cantrell Chishuang was supposed to die four years later, at the hands of a "protagonist" who was destined to be a hero.

In the hands of a protagonist who is destined to destroy the empire and Hydra.

But now, the protagonist is still staying in Anther's temporary residence as a gift sent by Count Red Frost, and the hero who is enjoying all the cheers and praises at this moment is none other than Anther Hydra.

He is a perfect hero praised by all the nobles of the empire, a cruel hound with crazy blood flowing, a loyal minister trusted by the emperor, and a singularity of world mutation that devoured the travelers from the moment they were born.

A villain who tries to destroy the protagonist, a madman who wants to kill fate.

Chapter 4: Complex as Me

In the warm and magnificent living room, Anser threw his wolf cloak to the ground, threw himself on the sofa by the fireplace, and curled up in a lazy ball like a boneless person.

Outside the house, Hydra's calls continued. He sighed and picked his ears: "It's so noisy...Savior."

The elegant old man standing in the corner of the living room smiled and said, “I thought you liked this kind of scene.”

"It's okay to watch it occasionally, but if it continues like this, it's not acceptable."

The young man, who seemed to have lost all his evil and royal aura, lazily looked at the flames burning in the fireplace: "As for loyal dogs, a few are enough. Too many are not good."

"But that's your obligation."

"It's too much of a stretch." Anser sighed again.

Savile shook his head and said, "You'll need to get used to it as soon as possible."

"I know."

Anser stretched out his legs nonchalantly and slumped down in the same position as the bald man in the library in his mind: "But it's still early, Xavier."

"The old master has not much time left, and so does His Majesty." The old man looked at his young master's casual attitude and could only advise helplessly, "Even if it is not for responsibility, just for yourself, you need to control the eight heads of the contract as soon as possible."

Qishou is a special existence related to Hydra. This involves the essence of Hydra and also involves the supreme Flame Royal Family in the empire.

Legend has it that ten thousand years ago, the Progenitor of Feasting Flames defeated the unstoppable terminal-level monster Hydra that was ravaging the continent at that time, and successfully tamed it. The two signed a contract under the witness of the gods, became eternal allies, and established the great and prosperous Zhengtian Dynasty, which was the predecessor of the empire.

Of course, Anser himself knew very well that the so-called legends were all nonsense. Although the stories of the Flame Ancestor and the Warcraft Hydra were similar, there had never been any so-called "contract", and it had nothing to do with the so-called gods.

No contract can bind them.

There is only one reason why Hydra has always served the Flame Royal Family as a vassal throughout the thousand-year history of the empire and even earlier.

Only the Flame-Feasting Royal Family can burn away the madness in Hydra's blood - the Flame-Feasting Ancestor, who transformed Hydra from a crazy and ignorant beast into a "human" with wisdom.

Wisdom is a poison that no animal can resist. It is a million times more addictive than strength.

Any intelligent creature cannot accept itself becoming a beast again. This is the reins tied around Hydra's neck.

Over the long years, the burning of the Feasting Flame even changed the nature of the Hydra, truly transforming them from magical beasts into creatures that are almost indistinguishable from humans, except that madness still flows in their blood.

As time went by, the Flame Feast Clan believed that it was too extravagant to suppress Hydra's madness with their own strength. Not only would it consume their lifespan and slow down their speed of becoming stronger, but they would also be infected by the extreme chaos and madness, and all of them would fall into madness in their later years.

Thus, the founder of the empire, Noel Lanard Caesar Feasting, used his amazing talent to open up a new path for Hydra.

The newly born Hydra will be melted by the Flame of Feasting while still in the embryo, dividing the unformed power into nine parts. The origin will be held by Hydra, while the other eight parts will be preserved in the form of "seeds". They will not stop growing, but will become stronger along with the growth of Hydra's origin. The most important thing is... they can be given to others.

Anyone who accepts Hydra's power becomes Hydra's chief, and only when every bit of power finds its home can it be called a complete Hydra.

In this way, the pressure on the Xiangyan royal family was greatly reduced. Although there were still negative effects, it was no longer a big burden.

As for Hydra? Hydra was indeed extremely resistant to this method at first. Their animal nature could not accept that their power was divided into nine parts. The founder of the empire almost broke off completely with that generation of Hydra.

Even Anser didn't know what happened in the end. He only knew that his ancestors...had lost to their desire for reason and humanity.

"But if it were me, I would definitely make the same choice."

Anser muttered to himself as he was boredly flipping through the library in his mind.

"...But, Qi Shou." He rubbed his eyebrows.

For Anser, deciding on the candidate was not a problem, or rather, it was too simple.

In his mind, he had the person in the world who was most suitable to be his chief consort. As early as when Anser was ten years old, he had already decided on the candidate for his chief consort.

But the problem is that making these people willingly crawl under him is not something that can be accomplished overnight.

"But it is true that time waits for no one."

After just a few seconds, Ansher stretched and pounded his head hard, as if he was a different person, to dispel all the laziness.

"Savior, bring the sisters to me." Anser, who had his back to Savile, waved his hand, "Ask the maid to prepare wine, cake, and dried meat."

The butler in a tuxedo bowed and retreated, while the young nobleman in a black dress waistcoat and shirt continued to stare into the fire.

He saw the future in the fire - his insane father slaughtered everything indiscriminately in the fire, and his family's thousand-year glory was burned in blood and flames. He was able to survive, but fell into a place more desperate than the abyss.

“No matter how many times I see this picture, it still gives me a headache.”

Anser chuckled and murmured in a casual tone.

"If it weren't for my best friend who traveled through time, I wouldn't have known that such despair was waiting for me."

A time traveler, yes, a time traveler.

An unfortunate time traveler, at the moment when Anser's embryo was condensed and the contemporary emperor was melting his essence with the fire of feasting flames, he happened to be transported to Anser's body.

He died instantly between the combined attack of the Feasting Flame and Hydra's huge and terrifying soul essence.

Nearly 40% of his memory was burned by the emperor's flames, and the remaining 60%... was "swallowed" by Anther in a very strange form.

His memories became a book with pictures... To be precise, using the terminology of that world, they were piled up in Anser's consciousness in a form similar to a "movie", which Anser could call up at will. And because they were only "picture books" and "movies", they could not directly force an effect on Anser's consciousness and thinking.

Even so, the influence of these memory books on Anser was already profound. Even though he had received the most orthodox, um... according to the contents of the library, the most orthodox "feudal aristocratic" education since he was a child, and had started reading memory books since he was a fetus, he was not very interested in this set of things. Even though these memories were burned by the Flame of Feast, and only about 60% of them were left, they were incomplete in many aspects. Anser's thinking did not belong to this era.

——The most straightforward example is that compared to his almost tamed ancestors and his father, he himself has no loyalty or awe towards the royal emperor.

However, due to the incompleteness of the memory books and the influence of his growing environment, his thinking patterns do not belong to the world of the time traveler.

But for Anser, these things were secondary. The most important thing he saw from the memory book was——

"Master, the person is here." Savile's voice came from outside the door.

"come in."

The old but tall butler walked in with two girls. They were of similar age and had flawless snow-white hair, but one had long hair and the other had short hair. Needless to say, their looks were so stunning that even the battle-hardened Anser was amazed at the first sight of them.

Anser stood up and sat down on another sofa, looking at the two girls with his chin in his hand.

The short-haired girl protected the timid and weak girl behind her. Her face twitched and her canine teeth were exposed, which reminded people of a wolf running in the cold wilderness.

The corners of Ansher's mouth couldn't help but rise.

Be it concepts or thoughts, science and technology from another world or art and poetry, Anser doesn't care. Or rather, in front of such things, none of these are important.

--destiny.

Anser saw the scars that fate had carved in this world.

The girl in front of me with a ferocious look and seemingly weak and powerless, her name is Xitana Lansmalos.

The future Lord of Hosts, Conqueror of Winter, the eternal ally of dragons, the god of war walking in the world, the Wolf Emperor of the Sky who will never be defeated or die.

The destined protagonist and... hero.

Chapter 5: As Cunning as I Am

This was not the first time Anser and Xitana met.

When Anser arrived at this temporary mansion and walked into the bedroom, he saw the Lancemalos sisters lying powerlessly on the bed, wearing semi-transparent gauze skirts.

It can only be said that as a veteran, Earl Chishuang was really sensible. He even placed a shadow crystal on the coffee table, which recorded the entire process of packing, transporting and changing clothes for the Lancemalos sisters. The entire process was completed by maids, and no man touched it. It can be said that he took great pains.

However, Anser did not understand the good intentions of Count Red Frost. Although he did consider using pink spells and tentacle spells to directly destroy her personality when he saw Xitana, it was only for a moment.

Because this was not in line with Anser's own principles and aesthetics, he even conducted deep self-examination and reflection after having that idea.

The final conclusion was that the supreme power called fate made them hate each other, and the black desire that surged at that moment was not so much his original intention as it was a flash of inspiration that seemed like "God's gift".

A kind of forced correction that is not forced. Anser had already understood this.

As long as Anser follows that thought, something very, very dangerous will happen afterwards.

So he wouldn't do anything out of line with Sitana—at least not until she was completely subdued.

"Ms. Marina and Ms. Sitana...right?"

Ansel, sitting on the sofa, put his fingers together on his raised legs and looked at the two weak and helpless girls with gentle and polite eyes.

"Did you rest well?"

Marina, who was protected by Xitana, said softly: "Thank you for the kindness of Master Hydra, we--"