The villain's way to tame the protagonist

If not many people read this book, I would be free to write whatever I want, but since there are quite a few readers, I can't say that I'm trying new writing styles and ideas, because writing whatever I want is actually irresponsible to the readers.

Many authors go crazy because of the idea that “I think what I wrote is right”. Mo Shui is also a long-time reader and is also annoyed by this mentality. But after becoming an author, I realized that this mentality is not something you can control just because you want to. Sometimes you even have the mentality of “I know my writing is bad but can you please stop being annoyed?” It’s not that you have to be stubborn, it’s just a feeling of powerlessness that is hard to explain.

Of course, I realized my mistake in time, otherwise I wouldn't be here to review it with everyone. This situation will not happen again in the subsequent plots. Let's not talk about the future. Anyway, before the end of this book, I have given up any special ideas.

I feel really bad for writing this volume. I am not the kind of person who cannot accept any criticism, but when I think about how I have no experience and how much expectations people had for me after the first two volumes, I ended up writing such a mess.

paradise lost

Chapter 1. Ivora's Dream

The bright sunlight shines through the semi-transparent window screens onto the floor and bed. The incense burner on the coffee table emits fresh fragrance, making this clean and tidy room appear even more peaceful and comfortable.

The next second, the person lying on the bed suddenly raised her body, and the soft velvet quilt slid off her smooth and fair skin. The sunlight that had originally fallen on the quilt fell on the snowy peaks and valleys, emitting a milky white halo.

The woman who woke up in shock showed signs of stress and fear that were completely inconsistent with the peaceful environment. She covered her face and gasped for breath. Her pupils, which leaked out from between her fingers, shrank to the extreme, and the shock and fear in her heart were magnified to the limit.

It took the woman four or five seconds to realize her current situation. She subconsciously touched her chest, abdomen, and back, then lifted the quilt to look at her body that looked like a God-given masterpiece under the sunlight.

There was no creepy deformation and swelling, no sickening wriggling and twisting, and no endless burning flames, nor his own broken body under the flames. This was... the original, absolutely complete body!

"what……"

She first chuckled, and then laughed more and more crazily while groping her body:

“Hahahaha…hahahahaha! I survived, I survived!”

Ivora Feasting Flame, the once arrogant princess who dared to rebel against her own mother, laughed hysterically towards the sky: "It's me who survived! It's me! Efesand...you bitch, you beast! It's me who survived, it's me who survived!"

Her tall and fit body trembled constantly in this almost insane ecstasy, and the madness in her blood-red eyes was chilling, so even though her body was so beautiful in the sun, it only gave people a feeling of fear and danger.

Ivora smiled like this for a full half minute, and after half a minute, her emotions calmed down a little. She took a deep breath, slowly stretched out her hand, and a blood flame that did not give people a "hot" feeling at all, almost indistinguishable from a candle flame, burned in her palm.

The remaining smile on the woman's face disappeared. No matter how hard she tried to squeeze out the ether and strength in her body, the fire burning in her palms made almost no difference. This level of feasting flames was considered a defective product in any generation of royal bloodline that even ministers looked down upon.

“Damn it… Damn it, damn it, damn it!”

Ivora punched the wall in extreme rage, and the crazy joy just now had turned into even more hysterical brutality.

Feeling the strength in her body, she clutched the bed sheet tightly. She hated this weakness so much that she wanted to strangle herself to death. Ivora's mental state, which had stabilized a little, fell into madness again. It seemed that the person controlling this beautiful body was not a rational person, but an out-of-control monster.

"Why... is there such a thing in the maze?"

Ivora's whisper became hoarse with anger as he recalled the painful memories he had experienced.

"Feast of Flames, Abyss-Caller, and..."

Click——

The bedroom door was slowly opened, and a woman with black dress, black hair, seductive face and strange black lines on her left cheek, as if she had walked out of the darkness, bowed slightly and politely to Ivora.

"You are awake, Your Highness Ivora. Did you rest well?"

"..."

Ivola frowned slightly. The dangerous aura emanating from the woman in front of her made her feel very uncomfortable. This kind of discomfort... she had felt it before.

--A greedy, hungry, arrogant beast.

"You are...Anser's mad dog? How did you become--not...the Devourer's Head?"

Her eyes fell on the special ring on the woman's left ring finger, and she sneered, "Anser's efficiency has finally improved. Tell me your name, the domesticated beast."

The woman raised her head and chuckled, "It seems that His Highness Ivora has forgotten what I look like... Marina, do you still remember this name?"

Ivora's brain would not leave room for meaningless things, with the exception of matters involving Anser. Ivora would remember every detail about the young Hydra very clearly.

So she quickly found the soft and gentle girl from her memory, who looked like a typical young lady.

"Marlina...Lance Malros, the mad dog's sister..."

Ivora stared at her for a long time, then frowned and said, "Are you kidding me?"

Marina smiled even more happily: "You are surprised by my change, which should be considered a remarkable achievement."

"I'm more inclined to believe that you ate that village girl and replaced her identity... But considering how much Anser cares about that mad dog, he won't allow his Devourer to do that."

The woman lazily leaned against the bed, looking down at Marina:

"So he really gave you the power of the Devourer. He gave one of the most important powers of the Hydra to a worthless person. Ha, that's really interesting."

Marina was not offended by this arrogant humiliation and contempt. Instead, she asked gently and politely, "Do you want to eat now, Your Highness Ivora?"

Ivora got off the bed nonchalantly, her snow-white feet stepping on the soft carpet. The long-lost solidity and comfort made her almost moan, but she held back and did not show any extra emotions in front of this servant. Instead, she opened her arms, closed her eyes and said indifferently: "Help me put on my clothes first."

Marina lowered her eyebrows, took out a close-fitting and gorgeous blood-red dress from the closet, and dressed Ivora very gently and skillfully. It seemed that even if she had the power to change her destiny, she was still the little servant beside Anther, and her awe of Anther was transferred to Ivora without reservation, which made our Crown Princess quite satisfied.

She had no intention of forcing Marina to serve her, and she would not get angry even if she called a maid. Ivola actually had a very clear understanding of her current situation and circumstances. The attitude she showed now was both out of her arrogance and more cautious considerations.

Ivora Feasting Flame now does not have the right to have an equal dialogue with Hydra, and Ivora knows this very well.

The reason why she was able to receive this preferential treatment now was purely because she held information that was extremely important to Anser.

And this information... Anser is not unable to obtain it from her brain and soul through more violent means. Therefore, how to obtain the greatest benefit for himself under the premise of preventing this from happening is what Ivora has to do now.

In fact, our Crown Princess felt extremely unhappy and even humiliated that she had to make such considerations - yes, as rebellious as she was, when she realized that she could no longer have an equal dialogue with Anser, she already felt an indelible shame, and the situation where she had to think carefully in exchange for a chance made this humiliation reach the extreme.

Beneath that calm expression, there was an endless amount of jealousy and madness that was gnawing at and tormenting Ivola.

But now, the respect and obedience shown by Marina, the chief of the clan, made Ivora feel a little better.

...At the very least, Anser still had some old feelings for them, and the most basic, due respect did not change because of the difference in strength between the two sides.

In this case, she should not expose the ugly side of her heart. Ivora did not want to lose the opportunity, nor did she want Ansor to look down on her - even though she had almost nothing now.

When she opened her eyes again, Ivora hid her twisted emotions in the deepest part of her eyes. She glanced at Marina who was standing respectfully beside her and said calmly, "Lead the way. I haven't tasted Chef Hydra's food for a while."

"Yes, please follow me."

Ivora followed Marina down the corridor. She immediately recognized that this was not Anser's residence in Hydra Territory, but Hydra Manor in the imperial capital. The signal contained in it made Ivora's eyes gloomy. Even so, she was wearing a bright red dress and had an impeccable posture. She looked like the new mistress of this manor.

Marina led Ivora to the dining room, and the maids brought the freshly prepared, still steaming dishes to the empty table. As time passed, Ivora, who had gradually regained her dignity as a princess, sat down very naturally, waved her hand, and dismissed all the maids, leaving Marina alone.

"Where are the Anser?"

She picked up the knife and fork and casually cut the meat on the plate. Her movements were elegant, but her speed was jaw-dropping - the dishes on the table were "disappearing" at a speed visible to the naked eye, and others couldn't even see the process of Ivora chewing and swallowing.

But even so, Ivola still maintained his outward decency. While eating heartily after being hungry for so long, he asked about Anser's condition.

Logically speaking... it should be Anser who came to find him, but it doesn't matter if it was Qishou who came, after all, Qishou is equivalent to Hydra in person, and if Anser really came to her first, then Ivora would find it troublesome.

It was a good thing that Anser was respectful and friendly to her, but Ivora was not confident that Anser would treat her like this unconditionally. At least... Ivora did not want to start negotiations with Anser so soon.

She would try to recover her strength. Every day she spent would give her a chance to recover, and every day she spent would give her a chance to recover. And every day she spent would give her a chance to recover, and she would have another bargaining chip to negotiate with Anser.

Marina whispered softly, "After the matter of the Western Kingdom is over, Mr. Anser has a lot of things to deal with, and he will not be able to come to see you for a while, Your Highness Ivora."

"but……"

She narrowed her eyes, and a sweet smile appeared on her charming face: "I will temporarily entertain you on behalf of Mr. Anser, Your Highness Ivora, please rest assured."

"……snort."

Ivora snorted coldly with an ambiguous tone. It seemed that he was putting on airs, but he was actually much more relaxed physically and mentally.

In short, it is a good thing for her now that she doesn't confront Ansel so early.

After all, there is no way Anser would give up that information, otherwise how could he go to great lengths to rescue himself?

When he thought of the golden skeleton, Ivora's hands unconsciously clenched the knife and fork tightly.

But she still didn't want Marina to see her abnormality, so she immediately adjusted her state as if nothing had happened.

If Ansel loved her, if she had already won Ansel, then there would be no need to worry about these things.

Thinking of this, Ivola's mood became extremely unstable again, and he cleared the dining table much faster.

How could I... not be as good as that crazy stray dog? How could I not be as good as that shorty with no butt or breasts?

From beginning to end, Ivora couldn't understand why he couldn't take down Anser.

Whether in terms of her understanding of Anser or the time she spent with Anser... she was far superior to those two inexplicable women - an idiot with a completely undeveloped brain, and a dwarf with an underdeveloped body. How could they be more capable of taking away Anser's love than her?

Could it be that apart from his fear of Shengyan, Anser has no thoughts about himself at all?

Ivora actually knew the answer, and it was precisely because she knew the answer that she became more and more jealous and angry.

The woman's face unconsciously darkened. After clearing the food on the table without saying a word, she suddenly asked, "Where are the two Qi Shou? That mad dog and that puppet, what are they doing?"

"Ms. Xitana is doing her daily exercises, and Ms. Ming Fuluo is also doing her daily research work."

Hearing that the two damned scavengers were not accompanying Anser at this time, Ivora felt better. She stood up, glanced at Marina, and raised her chin slightly: "When will Anser come back? I want to see him."

——Although he didn't want to confront Ansel at this time, Ivora could not and would not choose to show weakness.

"That's... hard to say."

Marina gave an answer that pleased Ivora in a distressed manner: "If Mr. Anser is free, I will definitely inform you as soon as possible, Your Highness Ivora."

"Just don't forget it." Ivora stood up nonchalantly, and then left the restaurant on his own, saying, "No need to follow me, I will spend my time in the manor by myself."

Marina bowed her head and left. Ivora, who was quite satisfied with her submissive attitude, nodded slightly, and then wandered around the manor seemingly aimlessly.

In fact, she had been trying to accumulate and mobilize her strength, but no matter what, the talents and qualifications that had been almost drained away by the golden skeleton were unable to respond to Ivora's anger and ambition.

This made Ivola, who was alone, on the verge of losing control several times, and she almost roared hysterically. If it weren't for Anser's "courtesy" that kept her calm, the Crown Princess might have gone crazy.

Time passed slowly, from morning to afternoon, and from afternoon to dusk... Ivora, who was wandering alone in Hydra Manor, temporarily gave up the idea of ​​restoring his strength with his current body. He had to at least find the possibility of repairing himself before trying again.

Now Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess was lying on a lounge chair in the garden, her plump, fair, and slender legs crossed, her high heels gently hooked by her toes dangling in the air, her bright red nails emitting an even more seductive color in the dusk.

After such a day, Ivora has calmed down a lot.

She had already determined her situation - not only her talent as a Flame Eater, but the spiritual essence she possessed had been torn and gnawed to pieces. It was a blessing that she could exert even one-tenth of its previous effectiveness. Even the foundation of a fifth-level extraordinary being had been completely destroyed. Both her understanding of the elements and her control over the ether were so weak that Ivola almost went crazy.

There is no doubt that Ivora is much weaker than he imagined.

Therefore, she must make better use of the information in her mind and must not waste this opportunity which would be irreversible once missed.

And then... it was Anser.

Ivora, who was squinting at the sunset, suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth.

After all, everything now depends on Ansel's will and ideas.

If Anther intended to directly rob the information, then Ivora would be helpless; on the other hand... if Anther had any other ideas about her, then even without this information, Ivora would be able to find a chance to make a comeback.

Fortunately, in the past... her relationship with Anser was already "close" enough. The only thing they hadn't done was the last step, and they had tried many other ways. Now, Anser had no reason to refuse to enter her deepest part. This was also a good opportunity, perhaps a better opportunity than that intelligence.

After all, intelligence is no longer valuable after the transaction, but she herself is different. Ivora also doesn't believe that... after so many years, Anser really doesn't have any different thoughts about her.

"What good are those two little brats, right, Anser?"

Thinking back on the treatment she had received today, whether it was the meticulous courtesy of the maids in the manor or the respectful treatment shown to her by Marina, the contracted head, Ivora's originally terrible mood quickly became cheerful.

She licked her bright red nails, her eyes burning with desire and ambition.

"You need a real woman, a woman who is always on the same level as you, both in status and psychology."

"And that person...can only be me."

Thinking this, Ivora watched the sun sink into the horizon, then watched the stars and the moon rise, and finally a bit of fatigue appeared on his face.

Although he didn't know when Ansher would come back, it was okay this way. Ivora thought that he not only needed time to recover his strength, but also time to prepare to meet Ansher.

How to show the best attitude to impress the young man is the first thing she needs to consider.

Ivora did not think that this was a pathetic seduction at the end of her rope; on the contrary, she thought it was a kind of...conquest.

A conquest she had wanted to achieve a long, long time ago.

Well, since the power he possessed in the past was what Anser feared and was the reason why I couldn't conquer him, then now... don't I have a brand new opportunity?

She will never fall here, she will definitely... get more.

Whether it is power, Anser, or this empire that originally belonged to me, this world that originally belonged to me.

They are all mine, Ivora Feasting Flame!

With this burning ambition in mind, Ivora ended a beautiful day after waking up.

*

When he woke up the next day, Ivora's brows furrowed unconsciously.