The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Anser, who was pinching Ivora's chin, felt the stiffness from his fingertips. It was almost a conditioned reflex stiffness. Even if it was just a tiny bit, it was enough to prove the shadow that Anser left on Ivora in just a few hours.

Fear is a necessary prerequisite for absolute obedience.

"You must be a little tired of your life as a female cat, my dear Prince Ivora. In order to make you less bored, I plan to change your life."

Gentle Hydra gently took off the ring of the ball gag, but still extended her index finger to press against the ball gag, and smiled:

"Do you want to be a human again?"

This sentence made Ivola and Susilun's bodies freeze at the same time, but the emotions in their hearts at the moment were completely different.

Anser leisurely took off Ivora's blindfold and stared into the blood-red eyes that were slightly dazed and then quickly ignited with anger. The suspicion and fear hidden under the anger made Anser feel extremely happy.

The eldest princess, who was once high and mighty and willing to do anything to save her, has now been deprived of her qualifications as a human being. She has to wear a gag and a blindfold every day, crawl on all fours on the ground like a female cat, and is bullied all day long by her most despised sister.

Even though they have the qualifications to become "human" again, they are still timid, fearing that Anther has set another vicious trap.

This was necessary vigilance, but for Ivora, who was once going to become the ultimate tyrant unprecedented in history, it was tantamount to weakness.

"What?" Anser finally took off her gag, holding his chin with a smile and said, "Such a precious opportunity, don't you plan to cherish it?"

Ivora was silent for a long time, then he maintained his eyes that seemed to be ferocious and furious, but in fact concealed fear, and asked in a hoarse voice:

"You devil...what do you want to do now? Is this your new trick?"

Fear, fear, of course Ivola would be afraid. She was cruel but not stupid, willful but not childish. She understood the evil and... danger of the young man in front of her better than anyone else in the world.

"A trick? No, no, no... This can't be called a trick. It's clearly a play that is destined to be outstanding or even great. Are you really not interested in participating, Ivora?"

Without looking down on Ivora, Ansor continued to persuade him tirelessly, looking at him at eye level.

"Heh...let me be a clown to please you?"

Ivo pulled the corner of his mouth and said, "Then you should let this sow who thinks she can defeat me continue her useless work."

Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess would never trust anything Anser said, so if she wanted to submit to him, besides using violence, she could only throw him something so delicious that she would even swallow the price... dried fish.

It seemed that it was not delicious enough to let her live like a human again, so she could not swallow it along with the poison in the dried fish. But it didn't matter, it was just a seasoning that made the dried fish more delicious.

The devil, who was leisurely fiddling with the cat's limbs and wantonly manipulating her into the form he had planned, leaned into Ivora's ear and said very gently:

"What if..."

"What if I give you one more chance to get back at Su Silun?"

This is the real contract that the devil wants to offer, a box of dried fish that the poor cat who has been tortured by the vicious woman for a long time cannot refuse.

Before the trembling Ivora could respond, Mr. Devil whispered with extreme compassion:

"If you agree, then you should be a good cat before you become a human again."

As he said this, he extended his hand to Ivora, like a cat lover showing sympathy to a stray cat.

All the fear, anger, disgust... were completely thrown away by Ivora after Ansel said that.

As long as I agree to Anser, as long as I agree to him, I can... I can...

The young devil looked at Ivora, whose hands were clenched tightly and whose whole body began to tremble, and silently spoke what was in her heart.

Just a little bit of obedience can bring you a refreshing release.

He watched Ivora extend his pink, wet tongue, lower his head, and lick his palm tremblingly.

"Meow meow……"

The wet, hot and slippery touch, the low and hoarse cat's meow, and the look that clearly refused to yield and was full of disgust for Ansel were in stark contrast to each other. Unconsciously, he gave up his bottom line again and again.

It’s really...pleasing to the body and mind.

"Good cat, what a sensible and good cat."

Anser said this, smiling brightly and gently scratching Catvola's chin.

*

"What happened, Miss Wolf?"

Xin looked at Xitana who stayed in the room with some confusion.

Hitana tracked the murderer's remaining etheric aura and connected all four victims so far, but when she arrived at the place where the fourth victim was attacked, she stood there with a frown and did not make any other moves.

“…It tastes different.”

After a long time, Xitana whispered in even more confusion: "The feeling just now is completely different from the cold feeling. It feels like being burnt. Is he a supernatural being who uses fire?"

She sniffed hard again and shook her head, "I can't smell it very well. It's the same as before. It was a one-hit kill. There was no real battle at all, so the remaining scent is too faint."

"And... it disappeared."

Xitana could not trace any remaining breath of the blazing ether. All traces had evaporated, just like Xin who had disappeared out of thin air last night, as if they had never existed at all.

She walked around the room, still frowning, "But that cold breath still remains a little bit, as if hovering here... What's going on? Is the killer hiding here? There shouldn't be only this little smell when he hides here."

"Hey, Xin."

The girl turned her head and looked at the Saint Lady who was standing quietly beside her. She looked like a peerless goddess even without saying a word: "What do you think is possible?"

Xin tilted his head and thought for a moment, then gave an answer that he thought was quite likely: "Maybe the killer was killed by another killer."

Xitana was stunned for a moment, and then began to think seriously about this answer.

"Because he died here, his breath stopped here and lingered here... That makes sense!"

Miss Wolf's eyes lit up: "Maybe the body was burned to the point where not even a hair was left, so we can't find it. But there is a stronger residual smell... But what about the guy who should have used the fire? His smell is gone too."

"perish together."

Xin's words were concise and her tone was firm - although she was always very sure about her answers, after being recognized and even praised by Xitana one after another, Xin's certainty was filled with a lot more fresh self-confidence.

"Oh!"

Xitana's eyes widened and she clapped her hands, "You are a genius, Xin! Wait...where is the body of the guy who played with fire?"

Xin was determined...Xin was no longer determined. She thought for a while, then shook her head: "Then it shouldn't be a case of both sides perishing."

"It's hard to say... It's possible that his power went out of control and he burned his body when they both died."

"But Miss Wild Wolf, you just said it was a one-shot kill, there was no fierce battle."

Miss Xin said honestly: "I was wrong just now."

Hitana, whose temple was throbbing, gritted her teeth, rubbed her forehead constantly, and felt a strong sense of powerlessness in her heart.

Damn it, this kind of thing is really not for me! But Anser personally ordered it... I must not run away! Think of a way, think of another way, Xitana, you can do it!

It seems that a superhuman who controls the cold element killed several superhumans in the imperial capital, and in the middle of that, another superhuman who controls the fire or heat element appeared... The murderer, the victim, and the third person who suddenly broke in, either died or disappeared on the spot in a completely abnormal way...

Ahhhh, who knows what the story is here, what kind of bullshit is going on!

No matter how hard Shitana tried, she couldn't connect the existing things together. All that came to her mind were some fantastic and messy stories that were not reliable at all.

It would be nice to have more useful information, like catching someone who knows the inside story or something -

boom!

A ball of fire suddenly blasted into the house from the window, and the surging air waves made Xitana's short hair a little messy...

Well, a little messy, and then nothing more.

“…What are you doing?”

Xitana patted her clothes and wondered, "Which low-level transcendent is playing fireball magic on the road?"

But the next second, the figure that emerged from the dispersing fire clouds and smoke surprised Miss Wolf.

"Ivola?! Why are you here!?"

Wasn't this guy caught and locked up by Anser? How did he get out?

……and many more.

fire?

Xitana looked at Ivora, who had a blank expression on his face and fireballs on his palms, and sniffed subconsciously.

No... the taste is not right, but this Ivora is not right either. Why is she, why is she...

Why are you like a weak chicken?

The girl looked suspicious and asked, "What do you mean by suddenly appearing and throwing a fireball? What do you want to do?"

"You are now very famous in the imperial capital, Anser's family dog."

Ivora pulled the corner of his mouth with a fake smile: "Do you have the real stuff?"

Xitana was stunned for two seconds, and then showed an even more incredible expression:

"You want to fight me?"

The eldest princess, who seemed to have regained her strength, did not speak, but the gradually rising temperature in the room had already responded.

And what about Sitana who received this response?

"……puff."

She looked at the two small fireballs in Ivola's hand, which could be easily created by an ordinary fourth-level warlock, and she couldn't hold back.

"Ah, no, I'm not looking down on you, it's just... it's just——"

“Hahahahahahahahaha – I’m sorry, it seems like I’m looking down on you, but you really, really…”

You want to use this little fireball to fight me?

I might as well open my mouth and let you throw it into it, and then I'll just bet on how many you can get in.

Chapter 14: What does the Saint represent?

"If you're really that bored, I don't mind standing here and letting you grill me."

With one hand on her waist, Xitana said lazily: "Of course I still suggest you go back obediently, otherwise I don't mind teaching you a lesson on behalf of Anser."

When facing Ivora, she could only rely on Ansher to protect herself, but now she has completely gained power over this cruel princess. Although it can be regarded as bullying a disabled person to some extent, facing this extremely disgusting and bad woman in front of her, Hitana will not talk about morality.

Ivora's blood-red eyes were filled with gloom. Being mocked and despised by this dog, whom she also despised, was naturally difficult for her to accept after temporarily changing from a cat to a human. But at least... this brainless dog in front of her was indeed a guy with outstanding talent, a hundred times better than Susilun, the sow who had neither brains nor talent.

...Damn it, Anser, this stingy bastard. If there were a few more elements, if there were a little more ether...what qualifications would this family dog ​​have to be so rampant!

Ivora was also a genius ahead of her time. If she had been able to suppress her ambition in the original world line, and had not plunged into it in pursuit of the power of gods after Ephisandre fell into the Lost Sea, but instead focused on wiping out the revolutionary army that was gradually gaining momentum at the time and strangling the heroes who were rising in fame, perhaps she could have continued to maintain the empire's eternal rule.

Her imperial qualifications and even her spiritual essence had been absorbed and destroyed into pieces by the skeleton that integrated the power of the Feasting Flame and the Abyss Caller. However, relying on the pure abyss matter containing countless elements bestowed by Anther, Ivora has been quietly making up for these two origins. Although the amount of pure element fragments and ether required is astronomical, at least there is a possibility of recovery.

Ether can be used to plunder magic crystal stocks from all over the world, and elements can be obtained by killing stronger extraordinary people or monsters with the power of the feasting flame to burn and analyze everything. In other words... it is not necessary to rely on Anser to restore strength. As long as she can escape from the clutches of that devil, sooner or later, she will be able to return to the peak!

——Such fantasy moments always appear in Ivora's mind, but unfortunately, at present, this possibility is completely zero and can only exist in fantasy.

Although the dried fish that Anser gave to Cat Vola every time were sweet, they were only to satisfy his taste buds. As for replenishing Ivora's origin and actually improving his strength... it was so little that it was almost of no help.

This time he was a little more generous, but still stingy in Ivora's opinion.

Because if she had been more generous, she wouldn't have to deal with Sitana in such an insulting way.

"I wouldn't mind stripping you naked and letting you roll over to Anser's feet and cry, but I'm not interested in doing that."

Ivora's harsh words were as hurtful as ever, but the two small balls of feasting flames in her palms made it impossible for Hitana to get angry at all. She just wanted to laugh no matter how she looked at them.

But her next words made Xitana freeze instantly.

The tyrannical princess who never regarded the people of the empire as her own people, but only as her property and fuel, briefly regained her identity as a "human" and revealed a cruel and vicious smile for the first time in a long time:

"Before coming here, I have already placed spells in the four corners of the imperial capital, namely the southeast, northwest, and northeast. Once I am injured or the connection to the ether is cut off, they will automatically detonate."

"You think this little flame is too weak for you, then...what about those ants?"

The woman pulled out a short knife from her waist and pointed the blade at her arm. Her chilling, crazy smile became even more joyful: "Want to give it a try? You are a dog that relies on Anser to feed you to be here today?"

Before Sitana could say anything, her pupils slightly contracted, Ivora cut a gash on his arm.

boom--!

As the blood was spilled, a slight explosion coming from a distant place sounded like the collapse of the sky to Hitana's ears.

"You bastard!!"

The furious roar of the wolf was heard in the howling hurricane, but even though veins bulged on Shitana's neck as she reached Ivora in an instant and grabbed her neck and lifted her up high, she did not dare to add more strength to her hands.

Ivora smiled with extreme contempt: "How could that devil tolerate a stupid, weak and useless person like you under his command... Why on earth he loves you, I still don't understand it until now."