The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Hard, cold, chilly... She had clearly slept in a warm and comfortable bed yesterday, so why was she now——

"Do you still have the habit of staying in bed, Your Highness Ivora?"

A familiar voice sounded in his ears, and Ivora heard her sighing like this.

Marina, how could she-

Snapped!

The sharp pain on his face made Ivora suddenly open his eyes.

She saw the woman shrouded in shadows, smiling at her.

It was not the gentle and submissive smile of yesterday, but a cruel and brutal smile, as if treating prey or a toy.

The wriggling shadow entangled Ivora's long red hair and pulled her off the ground.

"I'm sorry, I can't let you sleep any longer."

The dark witch gently caressed Ivora's swollen face:

"Because it's time for you to wake up from your sweet dream."

Chapter 2. The Reality of Ivora

"You bastard—"

The shadow that turned into a hammer hit Ivora's abdomen heavily, causing the eldest princess, who had the aura of a hostess yesterday, to instantly hunch over and almost vomit stomach acid.

In the cold dungeon, Marina smiled and took back the hand that was caressing Ivora's face, still maintaining a dignified and graceful demeanor: "Please speak properly, Your Highness Ivora."

"Cough...cough..."

Ivora slowly raised her head. The twisted expression on her face did not come from pain, but from Marina's disgusting gentle expression.

"You're a lowly bastard who crawled out of a country doghouse... and now you're Anser's livestock. Do you even dare to bite me? Hehehe... Hahahaha!"

She suddenly burst into laughter, and as her whole body was pulled off the ground by her hair, she suddenly stretched her neck forward, making her expression look even more hideous and crazy.

"Do you know how long I have been floating in the maze? How long have I been burned endlessly by that bitch Effisand? You want to teach me a lesson this way, huh? Why don't you try to cut me into pieces and mash me into minced meat first!"

That look was a mixture of sarcasm and arrogance, and even had a hint of twisted excitement. Even Xitana and Ming Furo would feel subconsciously palpitating, and might even take two steps back, because this woman... was so crazy that it was impossible to describe it in words.

She was serious. She didn't think Marina would dare to do it. She was just waiting for Marina to cut her into pieces and mash her into meat.

"You have some misunderstandings, Your Highness Ivora."

But now, the person standing in front of Ivora was not Xitana or Ming Furo, but the most dangerous and abnormal woman around Anser.

This equally crazy and frightening witch smiled gently and said, "I never thought of teaching you a lesson. I just wanted you to face the reality as quickly as possible."

Face...reality.

Ivola's eyes, filled with mad anger, swept across the room. The room, which was filled with faint fragrance and covered with expensive carpets, seemed to be just a dream as Marina said. Now, she was being hung by Marina in a damp, dark dungeon, a temporary residence for the most lowly prisoners without even a bed.

This was her reality, a reality where she couldn't even see Ansher, was insulted and beaten without being able to fight back, and even hatred and anger couldn't affect the other person.

"Livestock...you'd better kill me now."

But this reality did not make Ivora feel even a little bit of despair. The endless humiliation turned into endless firewood, allowing the anger and madness in her heart to burn fiercely. The corners of the woman's mouth opened into an exaggerated and ferocious arc: "Or you'd better pray that Anser will kill me after he has used me."

Even though he had lost almost all of his power, Ivora Feasting Flame's announcement was still powerful enough to make ordinary people's hearts and livers break. Even if they only looked into those cruel eyes, most people would have already knelt down.

But as we said before, what she is facing now is an even more abnormal monster that scares even the group of abnormal followers around Anser.

Ivola's threat and the lingering imperial aura were like the threatening words of a child to Marina. The smile in her eyes was so vivid that it almost revealed a doting attitude of "You are so interesting."

This silent contempt brought Ivora's sanity even closer to collapse, but he did not scream like a mad dog, losing his last bit of shaky dignity.

Marina stared at Ivora, who was hanging in the air with his hands tied by her, for a long time. The look in her eyes, which could easily cut her into pieces if it became real, was like a spring breeze to the dark witch. She was very satisfied with Ivora's current state. If there was anything not so good... it was that Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess still did not face the reality.

The reality that Ivora needs to face is not as simple as she thinks.

So, Marina asked with a smile: "Your Highness Ivora, do you recognize your reality?"

"The reality is that sooner or later I'm going to skin you and throw you into a pigpen full of rutting pigs."

Ivora sneered, showing no sign of bowing his head.

Yes, she had no value in having an equal dialogue with Anser, but Ivora never felt that... not even a Chidu could ride on her head.

This is not only due to her morbid arrogance, but also because she has something more important besides intelligence value.

——As long as she regains her past qualifications and strength, the help she can provide to Anser will be more than that of eight prime ministers combined.

In order to fight against the mysterious force hidden in the Zero Point Maze, Anther, who had lost the possibility of becoming a god, would never refuse to have an extra helper like herself. Even if she was destined to be inferior to Anther before that moment came, Ivora was 100% confident that before this subjugation, she would add the word "temporarily".

As for what Marina is going to do now... Ivora is very familiar with it.

Isn't it the training and taming that the evil guy is best at? It's fine that it's just that little thing, but it's not Anser who did it himself, it's ridiculous!

"Go back and tell your keepers, livestock."

The prisoner, who was stripped of all his splendor and dignity and hung in the dark dungeon, showed a defiant look: "If you want me to surrender, he has to be the trainer himself. You are a fool who wears a ring on your ring finger and has some nonsense fantasy. Are you qualified to train me?"

Marina still maintained a completely indifferent smile in the face of Ivora's extremely vicious words. She responded calmly and gently: "I have said before that Mr. Anser is very busy these days. Your training is not on his schedule yet. This job is not done by me. You may, um..."

The woman looked at the naked Ivora for a while, then suddenly smiled softly with her hands covering her mouth:

"Maybe, I think too highly of myself."

After saying this, Marina caught a glimpse of a ball of fire suddenly bursting out from Ivora's clenched fist, which was very... funny.

She couldn't help laughing again. When Ivora didn't respond but just kept breathing more heavily, she smiled and looked at her with pity in her eyes.

Ivora is now like an incompetent man who is sad and throws up his hands when he finds out his wife is cheating on him. What's even more miserable is that his wife sees everything clearly about the thin liquid he secretly squeezes out, and then looks at him with unacceptable pity.

Any ordinary person would almost go crazy and die in this scene. How big of a shock would it be for Ivora, who equates his self-esteem with his life?

But surprisingly, even in the face of such contempt and insult, Ivora only took a few deep breaths before returning to normal. However, she did not speak again, obviously reaching the limit of her endurance.

Because once she crossed this limit, she would most likely start biting people like a mad dog as soon as she opened her mouth. In order to avoid such self-destructive behavior, Ivora simply stopped talking.

Marina has obviously won a great victory by forcing the eldest princess, who used to vent her anger by killing and destroying at will whenever she was unhappy, to the point where she can't even utter any vicious words.

But she didn't seem to think of stopping there, or... as Marina said, training Ivora was not her job.

The dark witch clapped her hands lightly, and soon the sound of footsteps approached from afar in the corridor outside the dungeon.

"You are a wise man, Your Highness Ivora."

Marina smiled and reached out her hand, combing her messy hair bit by bit, as carefully and considerately as if she was a young lady who was stepping out of the boudoir for the first time and following the old etiquette, as if what she was about to suffer was not some inhumane treatment, but a carefully prepared date.

"Although most people's comments about you are linked to negative words such as tyranny, madness, cruelty, and recklessness, I know very well, ah... to be more precise, it is Lord Anser who knows very well that you have a strong will that can rival that power."

"You know what you will encounter next, and you have already prepared for it. You firmly believe that you can survive this...disaster, right?"

As Marina spoke, the footsteps became more and more obvious, and the mysterious man who came to the dungeon was obviously getting closer.

"But I'm sorry, Your Highness Ivora."

Marina took a step back, lifted her skirt elegantly, and said goodbye, while showing an extremely sweet and sickly smile:

"You will never be a match for Mr. Anser. I hope you can be freed from this hell as soon as possible and realize as soon as possible..."

"Devoting everything to Mr. Anser is your destiny and your happiness."

Having said this, she calmly left the cell, leaving only Ivora and the arriving...trainer.

Having lost his power, Ivora was unable to perceive who had been given this task by Anther. Amidst the boundless anger and hatred that had accumulated in silence, Ivora was also somewhat confused.

What on earth was Anser going to do? Why was it Marina, whose brain was already abnormal, who was the first to do this, and this inexplicable——

When Ivora slowly raised her head, her thoughts had completely frozen.

"Really? It's been a long time..."

Such a morbid and crazy voice echoed in the cold dungeon.

"My dear...sister."

*

In the study, Ansher supported his face with one hand, and while listening to Marina's report, he was writing a plan for the transformation of the imperial capital.

"Everything is as you expected, Mr. Anser."

Marina's voice was no longer as soft as cotton, but now her mature and slightly hoarse voice was also unique. She stood beside Anser, less than an arm's length away from the master she served, and whispered softly:

"Our eldest princess still has ambitions that she shouldn't have. She has nothing left, but her dignity and pride, which should be shattered at this moment, are surprisingly strong."

"When someone is as arrogant as Ivora, it is extremely difficult to break her dignity."

Anser, who was concentrating on writing the plan, took some time to think about Ivora's expression when she faced Marina, and soon couldn't help but chuckled: "She will use a very twisted, three-dimensional defense that completely ignores logic to instinctively avoid the collapse of her dignity. Although she is not to the point of deceiving herself, the morbid self-confidence that absolutely believes that she can turn the tide against adversity is not much different from deceiving herself."

"It is obviously impossible to break this self-deception without hitting her pain point."

Regarding Ivora's training, it is naturally a very important matter for Anser.

Just as Ivora thought, if he could tame this proud lioness, Anther would get a huge boost in the future confrontation with the mysterious power - after all, besides Anther, Ivora was the only one in the world who hated those sneaky guys the most.

However, putting aside the question of whether Ivora can recover her qualifications and strength, it is a very difficult task to tame this crazy lioness who wants to dominate the entire continent, the entire world, and create an eternal empire... What Marina said before was just a test of Ivora under the instruction of Ansher.

Facts have proved that the mind of Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess has not become fragile because of the twisted arrogance in her heart. On the contrary, this morbid obsession and self-esteem have made her psychological defenses even more difficult to break.

Even though she is very weak now, she firmly believes that there will be a day when she will regain her strength; even though she is being trampled on now, she firmly believes that there will be a day when she will take revenge.

Although she was no different from a prisoner, she was still 300% convinced of her own value and ability, and refused to make even the slightest compromise... She was so confident that people who originally thought she was extremely arrogant and stupid began to doubt whether they were wrong to laugh at her.

But it doesn't matter. The plan Anser prepared for Ivora is very long-term. Even if it is just the first stage, he is sure that it can drive Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess crazy for a long time.

"Anyway, let's put her aside for now and let the sisters have a good reunion, talk to each other and have some fun."

Anser's mouth corners slightly raised. He put down his pen, stood up, and seemed to be planning to leave the study and do other things.

"This is a very touching reunion, it's not appropriate to interrupt it."

"Yes, Mr. Anser."

To be honest, in Anser's eyes, trampling Ivora is not as interesting as training Xitana.

In the eyes of the young Hydra, Ivora was not as lovely as Sitana... Although this woman always had unparalleled confidence in her charm, and just talking about her appearance and figure, Ivora was indeed worthy of this confidence, but Anser did not have any extra thoughts about her other than sexual desire.

The process of changing Xitana is a kind of enjoyment, the enjoyment of dominating heroes and changing heroes, but if the target is Ivora... it seems like just competing with a mentally ill fool, so Anser's absence is not entirely out of plan, but he really doesn't have much interest in taking time out to conduct one-on-one training on Ivora.

However...if we talk about it from the perspective of simply venting stress, Ivora's "tough" trait that is extremely difficult to break is still quite satisfying.

If you are in a bad mood that day, it would be a good idea to vent your anger on this arrogant princess.

Although there were many subtle thoughts in his mind, Anser was indeed very busy during this period and now he had to get down to business. He quickly cleared out the messy things about the next layout and ideas, and turned to look at Marina:

"The contact with the Holy Church is almost over..."

Before Anser could finish his words, he caught a glimpse of the woman and the girl who had just appeared at the corner of the corridor.

Or... a girl holding a large hairless dog?

Marina also followed Ansel's gaze and immediately understood why Ansel looked away before he finished speaking.

"It seems..." Marina raised her eyebrows slightly, "Her Highness Susilen hates her sister even more than we thought."

"hatred?"

Anser looked at a certain princess who was crawling on all fours, being dragged over by Susilun, holding the leash tightly, and the smile on his face gradually brightened.

"Aren't they getting along very well?"

Chapter 3. Cat! Cat!

"I'm sorry to have embarrassed you, Lord Anser."

Susilun, holding the leash tightly, smiled brilliantly - it can be said that Anser had never seen her smile so brilliantly. Even after ascending the throne and becoming emperor in the original future, our little princess had never shown such a bright, warm and unreserved smile.

The kind where joy and happiness are almost written all over the face.

"This disobedient... um - she-cat..."

The girl stepped hard on Ivora's neck, forcing her to press her forehead to the ground and kneel before Anser. Then she smiled a pure and charming smile: "I still need to spend a lot of effort to discipline you."

She didn't look like she was stepping on a naked, collared beauty, but rather like she was really disciplining a disobedient big cat.

While saying this, Su Silun also carefully and quietly observed Ansher's expression.

What surprised her was that she actually saw a very clear expression of...joy on the face of this monster who never easily revealed his true emotions?