The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Miss Saint thought so as she stroked the exquisitely crafted patterns on the wall.

"Master, don't forget the birthday party for the twin daughters of Marquis Lionheart at 3 pm."

Not far away from Xin, a boy in a sophisticated black suit and an old man in a butler's uniform walked towards her one after the other. The boy waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "I remember. Don't remind me of such a small matter, Savile."

"Don't you need to make some preparations?"

"Ready?" Anser, who looked to be only twelve or thirteen years old, could not be called a teenager but should be considered a boy, laughed. Although he was still childish at the moment, his face already had the confusing look that he would have a few years later.

This face, which is a mixture of childish cuteness and teenage handsomeness, has an extremely deadly killing power to women under the age of 40 when it smiles - the kind of killing power that can make them have some dangerous thoughts.

"Those two girls will help me with the preparations."

Anser leisurely adjusted the cuffs of his dress and said slowly, "Instead of reminding me of this, you should prepare for tomorrow's banquet. There will be many guests."

"I understand, young master." The old butler bowed and agreed, then gradually turned into a shadow and disappeared without a trace. Anser seemed unaware of this and continued to walk forward. The environment in front of him quickly disintegrated like a collapsed building block castle, but after it fell apart, it reassembled at an even faster speed, dazzlingly.

Mr. Devil, seems a little playful.

Xin looked at Anser who passed by her without noticing her existence at all. While thinking this, she silently followed the boy Anser.

I was also keen on hosting parties in my dreams, Mr. Devil... do you like the hustle and bustle?

As time and space turned into bricks and were constantly pieced together, Anser stepped onto the bright red carpet. The long corridor, which originally led to nowhere, now happened to lead to a magnificent hall.

Dreams are chaotic and disordered, and such changes are in line with Xin's understanding of dreams. She looked back and saw that the luxurious corridor had collapsed bit by bit in the darkness of nothingness, abandoned by Anser who was heading to a new dream.

But when she turned around, she found that the young Mr. Devil had disappeared.

"..."

Miss Xin walked slowly through the banquet crowd, looking left and right, trying to find Anser who had disappeared from the crowd. Then she was somewhat surprised to find that all the guests here... everyone's face was so real. Not a single face was blurry, or messy because of the chaos of dreams. Nor did they look like masks that were deliberately made to look "real". They were both normal and real.

When Xin walked through the hall and came to a small door, he heard an anxious voice from inside:

"Where the hell are Yaers and Yarante? The party is about to start!"

"This... you also know, sir, the two young ladies are very playful. Maybe... I heard that they are planning to show up in a special way?"

"...Ah, I just hope they can behave like normal girls this time and stop being so wild. Mr. Flamel's son, don't upset that famous little Hydra."

After hearing these words, Xin suddenly raised her head and looked at the ceiling. She felt... Mr. Devil's surging and huge sinful desire.

Then, the body of the Saint Lady floated upwards like a ghost, following the traces left by the undisguised desire, passing through the ceiling to the second floor, then turned to look at the thick wall on the left and slowly drilled through.

She found that this was a warehouse with a lot of miscellaneous items, and behind the pile of miscellaneous items, the smell of sin, which was as hot and rippling as an unextinguishable fire to her, was coming in waves happily.

The Saint Lady thought about it, then walked directly to the pile of junk and stretched her upper body over.

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The question of the missing protagonist of the party soon had an answer. Looking at the brown-skinned girl lying on the floor, somewhat dazed and twitching slightly, and another girl who looked almost exactly like her but had fair skin and was held to the ground by Anser by the scruff of the neck, Xin fell into deep thought.

So this is mating.

The Church of the Saint, or the Saint herself, has very strict standards for "sin". It is not just about having a certain desire or a momentary impulse that can be called a sin. Normal desires or dark delusions that have never been put into practice cannot be called sins. Xin has been walking in the world for nine years, and he has not encountered many sins related to lust. Even if there are, they will not appear until the other party reaches this stage.

After realizing the sin, she would directly point out the sin regardless of the occasion or the person, just like she had accused Anser and the others of the crime one after another as soon as she appeared before. And under normal circumstances, after the announcement, she would immediately start to deal with the other party - regardless of the occasion or the person.

So even though Xin had dealt with all kinds of sins during her long career as a saint, she had never seen the specific aspects of "lust".

Originally, she had no intention of meeting him, but this Mr. Devil... was too special.

How should I describe him... Let me put it this way, in the nine years of performing the duties of a saint, Xin has dealt with many evil villains who committed heinous crimes. The evil that entangled them was a huge horror that the world could not understand. Compared with them, the vicious villains in the eyes of mortals were like babbling babies, and compared with Anser, these people were as harmless as a quail that had not fully grown its feathers.

This was the sin that Xin saw in Ansel, an unprecedented sin that seemed to be despised and hated by the whole world.

This is abnormal. Such a horrific crime should not appear in the world.

When facing Ansel, Xin couldn't use that special power to judge their sins as he did with most of the evil people in the world, so he could only use more ancient methods to understand Mr. Devil, to understand him from all aspects and angles.

This... naturally includes "Why Mr. Devil is indulged in lust."

Xin stared at Anser, who was obviously too young compared to the girl he bound, and at his face that showed a happy and comfortable expression, and said thoughtfully: "Is it just because it's comfortable?"

Although she said such subtle words, judging from Xin's expression and eyes, she didn't understand why people could get happiness from this kind of behavior, or rather... she didn't even think about understanding it.

"In that case... as long as Mr. Devil continues to feel comfortable, can the sin of lust be alleviated?"

The noble and saintly lady looked at the overly intense scene in front of her indifferently, while thinking about the plan very seriously and solemnly.

"Keep feeling comfortable... How can we make Mr. Devil feel comfortable?"

"You can come and try it."

"Me? I can't—"

Xin was stunned.

She poked her head out from the pile of debris and was silent for two seconds. Then she looked to both sides and didn't see anyone else.

Then she pulled her head out of the pile of debris, turned around, and still didn't see anyone.

Then she poked her head out from the pile of debris again and looked left and right again, but still couldn't find anyone else.

After another four or five seconds, Xin looked at Anser who had let go of the girl's hair, letting her fall to the ground, and then slowly straightened her collar, and asked in confusion: "Are you, talking to me?"

"What else?" Anser, who looked like a boy, raised his eyebrows, "Are there other Peeping Toms here?"

"I'm not a peeping Tom." Xin said very seriously, "I'm thinking about how to save you, Mr. Devil."

Anser sighed helplessly and snapped his fingers. The warehouse, which was originally filled with all kinds of sundries, instantly changed like a stage play with the setting switched. As the old wooden floor, gray walls, and messy goods were removed one by one, an elegant single seat, a small round table that was neither too high nor too low but just slightly lower than the armrest, and a bottle of mellow wine that had just been opened and poured into a glass automatically appeared on the stage.

The boy Anser crossed his legs, swung his glass and took a sip, then looked at Xin with a rather unhappy look:

"You peeped into my dreams so brazenly, have you ever considered the gap between you and me?"

"Or……"

He stretched out his tone and snapped his fingers. Four snakes suddenly jumped out from the void, directly entangled Xin's limbs, and then immediately hung her in mid-air.

The surging and hot sin of lust swept over, burning Xin's illusion with a loud laugh.

"Are you going to... help me stay comfortable?"

Facing the plump and mature nun sister, the cute and handsome boy asked so innocently.

Chapter 10: Greedy Crow

The Saint Lady who was suspended in the air was silent for a while, and then answered very honestly: "I don't know how to make you comfortable."

"Didn't you just see it?" Ansher said with a smile in his young state. Compared to the frightening look when he smiled in his teenage state, he is now more childish and cute.

"But if that makes you feel better."

Xin tilted his head: "Why is Mr. Devil still pursuing the satisfaction of lust in his dream?"

After being ordered to leave by Anther, Xin did leave Hydra Manor in the imperial capital, but she could feel clearly that the desires in the hearts of the two girls, although not sinful, were also quite strong.

Mr. Devil must have done enough of what he just did before falling asleep, but even so, he was still doing the same thing in his dream, as if he was not satisfied at all.

"So you think... I'm not comfortable enough?"

"Isn't that so?" Xin asked back in confusion.

The boy burst into laughter. "You can think so. No... it should be very good."

He stood up with the wine glass in his hand, walked to Xin, and looked up at the saint lady who had no sense of crisis at all.

From Anser's perspective, he could only see two peaks that made it difficult to distinguish reality from reality. He could not see Xin's face. His current height was just right facing the slightly bulging belly of the Saint lady wrapped in her silk dress.

"In that case..."

He casually poured the wine on Xin's lower abdomen, admiring the sight of the white robe wrapped in thorns clinging to his skin more tightly after soaking through the water, and the curve of his abdomen being more perfectly outlined.

"Your Excellency the Saint, who wants to save me, shouldn't you consider how to make me more comfortable? Hmm?"

"..."

Xin lowered his head and stared at Anser. He stretched his neck and stared at Anser for a long time, then suddenly said:

"But Mr. Devil doesn't seem to have that kind of desire for me."

At this moment, she did not feel the fire of lust that almost burned her from the boy who was looking up at her.

Xin looked into the slightly enlarged ocean blue eyes and knew in just a split second that he was right.

Mr. Devil...is not interested in me.

She didn't feel anything about it, but she was wondering what the standard was that could make Anser feel comfortable; and since Anser was not interested in her, why would he say that?

"...How dare you judge my thoughts at will?" The young-looking abyss monster narrowed his eyes slightly, "Relying on your despicable spirit that can spy on people's hearts? Do you think that thing can be useful to me?"

"But I really didn't feel that Mr. Devil had any idea about me."

Xin answered honestly: "And I could sense some of Mr. Devil's thoughts before."

She solemnly admitted that she had the ability to see into people's hearts, and emphasized quite seriously that she was just spying on Ansher's heart.

He looked open and aboveboard, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with this matter.

If it is there, it is there. If it is not there, it is not there. Xin will not lie.

...Although she didn't know why she didn't admit it, would Mr. Devil be unhappy if he wasn't interested in her?

It's so strange, why am I unhappy?

If I don't understand, will I be unable to resolve Mr. Devil's heavy sin? Hmm... lust is only one of the great sins that entangle him.

Facing this extremely arrogant woman who said in a declarative tone that he had no interest in her, Young Ansel sneered, and pressed his small palm on Xin's lower abdomen through the wet robe, and gently massaged it with the method that would make Xitana bark in a few seconds.

"You said I'm not interested in you?" He sneered disdainfully and began to make moves. "What about now?"

"...Mr. Devil, my stomach doesn't hurt."

Miss Xin did not show any humiliation, nor did she make any embarrassing noise. She just said this blankly.

"Besides," she emphasized, "I still don't feel Mr. Devil's lust... ah, a little, but now it's more of rage... why are you angry, Mr. Devil."

Miss Saint looked at her soft belly in confusion: "My belly...does it feel uncomfortable to the touch?"

"..."

Under her continuous questioning, young Ansher fell silent again.

After a few seconds, he sighed deeply, waved his hand with some disgust and even irritation, and withdrew the snake that emerged from the void and bound Xin.

"You are really...too boring."

The boy turned around. The cunning, teasing, and even innocent childishness he had shown in front of Xin just now seemed to be just an illusory disguise. He said coldly: "Get out of my dream. And, if you don't want the Church of the Holy Alliance to be expelled from the empire the next day, don't sneak into my soul anymore."

Then, the scene in front of Xin's eyes began to fall apart rapidly. The walls, floors, debris... all the creations that were so realistic in Anser's dream collapsed into the endless dark nothingness.

Only the owner of the dream was still moving forward, walking towards the endless darkness, until his figure was swallowed up without a trace.

Xin knew she couldn't go any further, as Mr. Devil wouldn't allow her to observe his dreams anymore.

"Mr. Devil... so awesome."

After a very long time, Xin, standing in the void, did not think about Anser's changes before and after, nor did he pay attention to the warnings he left, but instead uttered such incomprehensible exclamations.

"Even the bishops can't find me, but Mr. Devil can not only find me, but also drive me out..."

Her Excellency the Saint recalled the scene of the boy walking towards the darkness, and couldn't help but think of the moment when she deeply sensed the depths of Anser's soul.

——The moment when I saw the abyss.

"Could it be that……"

Xin murmured with realization:

"Is God's true will for me to meet Mr. Devil?"

*

When Anser opened his eyes, he still saw the dark night.

The two girls beside him fell into a deep sleep due to the intense battle, and he immediately regained his energy after waking up.

He stood up and looked towards the balcony. The cold moonlight filtered through the floor-length curtains and cast shadows onto the ground. This hazy beauty... might inspire an artist who woke up at the same moment to burst out with inspiration.

However, Hydra is not a poetic artist, but a conspirator full of malicious intent.

"...Really, it's a more troublesome power than I thought."

The young man exhaled slowly, disappeared from the bed, and then appeared outside the bedroom balcony in pajamas, with a bottle of crystal clear wine in his hand.