The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Anser's voice is so nice... As Hitana looked at Anser, this thought involuntarily emerged in her mind.

Not just the sound, but also the muscles... and the sweat... I want to lick it...

Ahhhh what am I thinking about!

Miss Wolf stepped back in panic, not daring to look at Anser, but she could not stop Anser from walking towards her, nor could she stop him from continuing to speak.

"There are some serious errors and biases in my understanding of love."

He spoke softly, his tone so gentle that just hearing it made Sitana's head dizzy.

"I hope you can do everything for yourself. I hope you have a will and ideals that are independent of me, and take action and work hard for them. I think that you are the best that way, but..."

The young Hydra paused, then sighed softly, "This is incorrect, even...distorted."

The boy pointed at his own face and gave a smile that made Sitana squeeze her legs together:

"Because I ignored myself, ignored my greed, my evil, my... possessiveness."

"Love is obviously selfish and unfair, but I am not selfish enough... Even if I don't need you to devote everything to me, you should at least admit that I long for you, and I hope you long for me."

thump.

When Anser walked in front of Hitana, who had no way to retreat, this powerful warrior who looked down on everyone and slaughtered all living beings on the Dragon Scourge battlefield and was named the Scourge, sat down softly like a little girl, sitting on the ground like a duck.

Anser reached out gently yet viciously and grabbed the collar around her neck, holding the proof of the contract that was more meaningful than the ring of covenant.

"The entanglement between us stems from our lack of honesty with each other, and also from my misunderstanding of love... So from now on, I will change some of my attitudes towards you."

"Even if it means you may violate principles, I will issue the order. It is up to you to accept it or not. But I will no longer expect you to make a choice based on ideals, but... stand on my side and make the choice."

"Will you hate me?" Anser bent down and whispered in Xitana's ear, "Will you hate such a selfish person who hopes you can love me passionately and long for me, Anser?"

No...I want...I want...

Xitana's breathing became heavier and she couldn't speak, but the pent-up emotions in her heart had already found the most vulnerable gap. She only had one last blow left before her sanity was overwhelmed like Ming Furo's.

"Ah, but whether you accept it or not, Xi'er, I will not ask for your opinion on what is going to happen later."

Shila-

The collar released an electric current that Miss Dog had not experienced for a long time, and together with Anser's words, it shattered her sanity:

"I am about to violate you, dear Sitana."

*

The alchemy workshop was in a mess.

If it were the usual Ming Furo, she would have been furious and would not stop until she scolded Ansher and made him apologize honestly. But now the scholar leaned contentedly in her arms, and she fell into a deep sleep with long and steady breaths.

Hitana rested her head on Ansel's thigh, a sweet and happy smile on her face. It seemed that she was still dreaming about the unforgettable battle just now, and she was also sleeping very soundly.

Ansher put his arms around Ming Furo's waist, stroked Xitana's hair, and felt more...calm than ever before.

He became more radical, crazier, and more... free-spirited.

Before he met Xitana and Ming Fuluo, he was such a person, never having any scruples and not being bound by any morals or rules.

“…It’s not just that.”

Anser whispered softly while ruffling Sitana's hair.

It wasn't just the unspeakable love that changed Ansel. He found that he had actually forgotten something more important.

That is... the abyss.

The soul strength of Xitana and Ming Furo is naturally extremely terrifying. They have alleviated the erosion of the abyss on Anther to a great extent. While the medicine called love is taking effect, they are also silently pulling Anther out of the abyss where there is only chaos and madness.

However, during the trip to the West, Anser used the Abyss Sermon on himself many times to forcibly increase his strength, and the erosion returned and penetrated deeper into his soul.

But it’s not necessarily a bad thing.

At least for now, this radicalism helped him break the temporary barrier between him and the girls, bringing their relationship to a new level while also leaving behind such wonderful memories.

Come to think of it... this is partly because our Regent Prince, who claims to be experienced in many battles, has never had even the slightest experience in real love.

After all, if he had ever been in a serious relationship, how could he not know that this kind of occasional intense play was actually quite helpful in promoting relationships?

Chapter 7.5: Holy Daughter (K)

The moonlight shines through the stained windows, casting colorful, mottled and quiet shadows on the floor of the church. The towering columns divide the wide interior space into distinct areas. On the altar at the end of the church, the simple yet mysterious Ouroboros hangs high on a whole wall of stained glass, shrouding this "god" on the other side of the Tiantu Mountains in a mysterious and quiet light.

In the dead of night, the Church of the Holy Congregation closes its doors, always opening the way to peace and repentance for those lost people who have nowhere to go and for those sinners who feel guilty.

A thin figure in a cloak entered the church cautiously, walked around the church again and again, and searched all the cabinets, but he didn't find anything valuable. He spat and muttered to himself in a low voice with a lot of complaints:

"This broken church has more and more believers, so why is it still so poor?"

The war in the north has come to a stalemate because of His Royal Highness the Regent, and both civilians and extraordinary people have been able to get a moment of respite in this war-torn hell.

The thief was planning to take advantage of this opportunity to quickly get some money and then immediately escape from the North where a war could break out again at any time.

He had been squatting in this church for half a month and had confirmed that the priest would not be in the church tonight, but the church would still be open at all times. Therefore, he planned to rob the church tonight, but the result was disappointing.

How could this Church of the Holy Alliance, which quickly gathered a large number of believers in the north, become so poor?

The thief gritted his teeth and moved his sight towards the small door in the left corner at the end of the church. That was the priest's usual residence. If he pried open his door, he might find something...

But when the thief touched the wooden door and inserted the wire into the keyhole, he hesitated again.

That priest...is a good man.

In this damned world, the damned Northland shelters several surrounding villages. Apart from preaching sermons every day, it never asks for anything from believers... That's why the church doesn't even have expensive decorations.

The thief's mind recalled the patient and gentle look of the priest in white as he explained the scriptures to the common people, and for the first time in his life he felt a sense of guilt.

"...Forget it, or -"

"Why not continue?"

A voice suddenly sounded behind the thief.

It is cold, quiet and peaceful, instantly reminding people of the moonlight tonight.

The stiff thief turned around tremblingly, but after seeing the person in front of him, he fell into an infinite trance and stagnation.

He saw God walking among men.

A white robe that fell to her ankles wrapped her whole body tightly, without exposing any skin. Even so, the curves of her body that were clearly outlined made her body even more tempting with a sense of abstinence.

The exaggeratedly full, spindle-shaped flesh was outlined by the tight white robe, and even the curve of the cleavage was highlighted. Under this huge impact, the slender waist that seemed to be broken at a bend appeared even narrower, and the hip line that suddenly opened up downwards also appeared so round and full.

If we look at it from the perspective of appreciating women, then there is no doubt that this woman standing in the moonlight is so beautiful that it can arouse the urge to commit a crime.

But the problem is that no one can look at her as a woman.

At the edge of the hem of the white robe, a dense black thorn pattern spread upward. It was clearly just the lines on the clothes, but it looked like real thorns entwined around her, from her legs to her waist, from her waist to her chest, and from her chest to her arms. Even her back was covered with criss-crossing thorn bushes.

She walked in the world under the moonlight, but was imprisoned by shackles made of thorns. With every step her spotless bare snow feet took forward, the thorns on her white robe seemed to tighten, piercing suffering and torture into her flesh.

This indescribable sense of holiness to the thief caused the wire in his hand to fall to the ground. He could not see the woman's appearance, nor could he have any blasphemous thoughts about her body. In other words, he did not even see the woman's specific figure. What was reflected in his pupils was... just a moon wrapped in thorns.

"Why don't you continue, Mr. Thief?"

She spoke so softly, without any questioning tone in her voice.

"me……"

The thief who was being stared at by her began to tremble. A great panic enveloped him, but he could not say anything.

Shame? Regret? The thief was completely unable to understand his own emotions at the moment. He had been captured by the thorny moon.

"You chose to steal in order to escape from the North, right?"

The woman walked towards the small door of the priest's room, and her quiet voice echoed in the church.

"You did not commit this crime in order to live a life of luxury, but to survive as long as possible."

"You are remorseful, not greedy."

The thief stared at her blankly, watching her put her hand on the door of the priest's room, and then... gently pushed it open.

"So on behalf of Father Ollie, I forgive your sins."

The woman standing at the door of the room looked at the thief. The expression on her face was neither gentle nor compassionate, but a kind of calmness, a calmness that seemed to transcend the world, with a higher perspective, detached from good and evil and even all moral standards.

Divine peace.

"Go." The saint wrapped in thorns whispered, as if reciting scriptures, "Your sins have been forgiven, and you can go to the future promised by God."

Mr. Thief finally took away a dozen silver coins from Father Ollie's room, which was definitely enough for him to leave the North and go to a safe place.

But is theft forgivable? Is it forgivable to steal the savings of a kind priest just to live alone? What right does this woman have to offer forgiveness and absolution on behalf of that priest?

The thief didn't know either, and when he came to his senses, he found that he was already far away from the church.

He forgot the guilt in his heart, forgot the woman's voice, and only remembered the moon wrapped in thorns and the words...

Your sins are forgiven.

The moonlight was still bright, and it seemed as if such strange and absurd things had never happened in the silent church.

But the woman who knelt on the altar and prayed to the Ouroboros, surrounded by thorns, was not the thief's fantasy, but a real person.

The 127th Saint of the Holy Church of Cooperation, Xin.

"May everything in the world be in harmony, just as your will blesses the world."

After finishing her prayer, Xin stood up. Her spindle-shaped breasts trembled tightly wrapped in the white robe. A small thorn that was invisible to the naked eye grew on a bunch of thorns around her shoulders.

There were countless such thorns in the thorn bush that entangled her. Thorns grew on the branches, and thorns split out from the thorns, so they seemed so insignificant.

Xin looked up at the strange snake that was connected head to tail. After a long time, he suddenly spoke:

"Mr. Mu, why are you here?"

At some point, Cardinal Mu in white appeared at the open entrance of the church, and the cold moonlight cast a shadow on his holy white robe, which was completely different from the one wrapped in thorns.

Mu first put his middle finger and ring finger together, placed them on his forehead, lowered his head slightly, and performed the sacrament of the Church of the Holy Spirit to Xin. Then, he kept his head lowered and said, "The church has a very important matter and needs your help."

"..."

Xin turned around silently, standing on the altar and looking down at Mu, but without giving anyone a sense of superiority.

Those bright holy blue eyes clearly reflected the scene before them, but they seemed to be just staring into nothingness, reflecting illusions.

"My... help?" She held her belly with her fingers interlaced and tilted her head slightly, "But God has given me a more important mission, Bishop Mu."

"Your mission..."

Mu lowered his head and his eyes flickered. After a brief silence, he raised his head and stared into the pair of holy blue eyes that seemed to reflect the entire world. He said solemnly, "But this matter is the key to the coming of the Kingdom of God. For you, this is by no means against the will of God."

"The Kingdom of God..."

A trance appeared on Xin's flawless face. She turned her head to look at the ouroboros, and subconsciously put her slender middle finger and ring finger together and touched her forehead.

Mu stared at her back. Even though he was already a top-level fifth-order transcendent, when he was staring at Xin, his graceful figure would become blurred from time to time, blurring into a moon wrapped in thorns.

"I understand."

Xin turned her head again. As a saint, she should have been extremely happy to hear the words about the coming of the Kingdom of God, but her face always showed an indifference and calmness that was detached from this world, as if it was divine.

"What should I do, Bishop Dusk?"

"Do you know the Regent Prince?" Mu's expression did not change, but he felt relieved in his heart, "This generation's Hydra, Anser Hydra."

"Anther Hydra..."

Xin murmured the name she had heard countless times while walking on this land, and then nodded silently.

"The soul of one of his leaders is in danger. The key to keeping his soul on the verge of destruction while still maintaining a normal mind is most likely related to the secrets of the abyss and the kingdom of God."

Mu bowed his head again, and when he raised his head, his eyes were filled with solemnity.

"So, please be sure to -"

"..."

The cardinal in white looked at the empty altar, his mouth open for a long time before he finished speaking, and finally shook his head with a wry smile.

"I've been looking for it for a long time, but it turns out it's not here either."

"Saint, where have you been?"

The only response he got was the silent moonlight.