The villain's way to tame the protagonist

But before leaving, she still asked her new friend conscientiously: "Xin, do you want to continue investigating the case with me?"

——It’s hard to say whether he has a conscience or is worried about losing an external brain that, although unreliable, is at least more useful than the thing in his skull.

Xin didn't say anything, just looked at Anser steadily.

After all, it was Anther's request that she followed Shitana in the first place. Although Xin did want to eliminate the sins that entangled Shitana, in front of this devil who seemed to be immersed in the abyss, everything else could be compromised.

"Can't you do it alone?"

Anser did not respond to Xin's gaze, but asked Xitana with a smile.

"No way!" Miss Wolf, who was questioned, immediately got furious. "I can do it easily by myself, don't underestimate me!"

From Xin's perspective, the flames burning on the wolf's body expanded a little in an instant, but then shrank back immediately.

Miss Wolf is really always angry...but it seems that she is only symbolically angry towards Mr. Devil.

While Xin was thinking this, Hitana, who was eager to prove her ability, had already run out. In addition to the never-extinguished anger, Xin also felt a deeper...jealousy from Miss Wolf.

"Your Excellency the Saint."

Anser put the book on the small round table beside him, put his fingers together, and asked with a smile: "From the look in your eyes, it seems that you have no intention of giving up that persistence."

He really likes Xin's concentration, this kind of...concentration without weaknesses.

Whether it was Xitana or Ming Fuluo, before becoming heroes, they had huge flaws in their characters that could be easily exploited by Ansher.

Xitana's irritability and arrogance, Ming Fuluo's stubbornness... Anser can slowly set the stage, waiting for the heroine in his mind to perform and present him with a wonderful show as he planned.

But Xin has no weaknesses.

It's not because her will is as strong as steel and indestructible, but because she is...abnormal.

Before becoming a true enlightened being, Xin's mind, to some extent, was even contrary to the word "hero".

In response to Anser's friendly inquiry, Xin answered honestly: "Because Mr. Devil's sins must be redeemed."

"What about her?" Anser cast his eyes on Ivora and said meaningfully, "I don't think her sins are any less than mine. Doesn't she need redemption?"

Sin, Ivora's sin.

Both Ivola's extremely twisted character and the crimes she committed were absolutely unforgivable sins in the broad sense of moral concepts.

Logically speaking, Xin should immediately be eager to "purify" and "redeem" Ivora's sins...but this is only logical.

"unnecessary."

Xin, who has always had a strong obsession with the word "sin", actually said calmly - no need.

"Don't you need it?" Anser looked surprised, "Doesn't Ivora need salvation?"

"There is no possibility of her being an assistant."

Xin looked at the woman on the ground who was indeed extremely sinful in her eyes, but there was no emotion in her holy blue eyes.

"So, her existence should be part of a larger assistant."

"what do you mean……"

Young Hydra tapped the armrest of the soft chair. "Her sins not only do not need to be redeemed, but are necessary."

"Yes." Xin said calmly, which was totally unbecoming of a "saint". "Mr. Devil is very smart... much smarter than Miss Wild Wolf."

"Necessary sin..." Anser couldn't help laughing. "With this idea in mind, do you have the nerve to call me a devil, Saint?"

He stood up and walked to the bookshelf beside him. While selecting books, he said casually: "Ivora's sin is necessary. That is to say, no matter how many innocent people she slaughtered because of her tyranny, no matter how many lives she sacrificed to realize her ambition... in your eyes, it is also necessary?"

Anser's tone did not contain any hint of anger or questioning. The three people in the room seemed to have no interest in "sin" itself.

"Miss Demon is a necessary part of a huge organization."

Xin, with his hands clasped together and hanging slightly in front of his belly, spoke the strange word "assistant manager" again, and his expression became serious.

However, her seriousness did not seem to come from her seriousness about the disaster that would be caused by necessary sin, but from her seriousness about that mysterious thing - the assistant.

"Whatever she does is necessary as long as this mission can be accomplished."

"so……"

Anser pulled out a book, leaned against the bookshelf and began to read it. He lowered his head and asked, "All your actions against sin, whether it was judgment or redemption, were never to eliminate the sin itself, but only to..."

The devil raised his head and looked at Xin with the same eyes as he would look at another devil.

"It's just to fulfill your request for assistance, right?"

"……if not?"

Xin's face was full of confusion and puzzlement, and what this confusion and puzzlement represented was so ironic.

She could not understand any other reasons for judging sin and redeeming sinners, as if the concept of punishing sinners and reforming them had never appeared in her mind.

No, it’s not that it never appeared, but... I never cared.

The Saint of the Church of the Holy Spirit, known as the greatest saint since the church was founded, has countless believers on the other side of the continent. She never cares about the practical significance of her judgment of sins or redemption.

She only cares about the unspeakable...Assistant.

And this is what makes Xin abnormal compared to other heroes.

Apart from the goal in her eyes, she doesn't care about anything. Morals, laws, and rules are unnecessary for her.

Ansor had no way to tame Xitana, using her arrogance and brutality to bring about a great despair that would be remembered forever; nor could he tame Mingfuluo, using her stubbornness and paranoia to completely crush her self, like he did with Mingfuluo.

To some extent, Xin is even the same type of person as Ivora, or even... more terrifying than Ivora.

Ivora would at least react to his evil deeds, either with excitement and joy or with boredom and annoyance, but Xin just... didn't care.

She watched everything indifferently, walked from here to there, fulfilling her duties, and never cared about anything that happened along the way.

Birth, aging, sickness and death, love, hate, separation and parting, she will not react in any way to these things that will make anyone feel something as long as they are human.

If Ivora is pure evil, an unjust person, then Xin is like the god who overlooks everything and is high above.

Faced with Xin's confusion, Anser sighed softly.

"Facing you right now, it's really hard for me to have even the slightest bit of affection for you."

"So Mr. Devil can't have any lustful sins against me?"

Xin tilted his head: "If I want to eliminate Mr. Devil's sins, do I have to make Mr. Devil like me first?"

Anser laughed loudly: "Then you will never be able to eliminate this sin... How about this, since you are so persistent, Saint, I will give you a chance, how about it?"

Xin's holy blue eyes brightened instantly: "Mr. Devil, you have to keep your word."

Although she has such a mature, beautiful and charming body and a face that seems to be given by God, Xin's demeanor is like that of a simple child: "I will definitely work hard."

"No, before that, I have one more request. Only if you meet this request, I will give you a chance."

Anser, who was originally leaning against the bookshelf, suddenly came behind Xin the next moment.

The devil placed his hand on the saint's shoulder, feeling the silky touch of the thin satin fabric, and even vaguely tasting the delicate skin.

"What were you doing before you came to me?"

Xin seemed to be completely unaware of Anser's actions and answered obediently, "I am fulfilling the duty given to me by God."

"where?"

"The cold north."

Anser, who was standing behind Xin, smiled more and more: "I heard that your church is developing better and better in the North. Is that true?"

"The development of the church has nothing to do with me." Xin shook his head. "I don't know how the church is developing in that cold land."

"A saint from a church actually said that the development of the church has nothing to do with her. This is really..."

Anser raised his eyebrows: "Forget it, this won't do me any harm. My request is simple - if you want to try to eliminate my sin of lust, then... exchange it for the information of the Holy Church."

"...information?" Xin tilted his head. "What information?"

"In the past three months, apart from Mu...how many bishops have secretly infiltrated the empire?"

Xin was stunned for a moment, and then asked in confusion: "Is it just that simple?"

——She betrayed the Church without hesitation, even calling the conditions simple.

Because in Xin's eyes, this was really not a request. She felt that Mr. Devil could discover the movements of the church even without her.

Rather, the fact that Mr. Devil has made such a request shows that he has already discovered the church's movements.

It’s so strange, how did Mr. Devil know that?

Xin curiously peeked into Anser's soul, but his vision was obscured by the great power from the abyss and he could only see a vague outline.

"Besides that..." Anser put his arm around her waist and pressed his body against her soft back. "You have to promise one thing, which is not to tell anyone about my relationship with Ivora."

The devil's slender fingers traced Xin's soft throat and whispered in her ear, "I want you to swear in the name of God."

Xin was stunned for a moment, with a somewhat embarrassed look on her face, but after thinking for a while, she swore honestly: "I swear in the name of God, I will never reveal the relationship between Mr. Devil and Miss Devil to anyone."

Then, she turned around and asked innocently, "Is this okay?"

The devil coaxed the saint with a divine nature that was far away from the world, and a satisfied smile appeared on his face: "Very good, that's all, come back to me in a week."

Xin turned around, and the huge, spindle-shaped breast almost hit Anser's face. When the two of them were face to face and pressed tightly together, the most difficult part of the Saint's mature and beautiful body - the soft belly outlined by the clothes, also pressed tightly against Anser's belly.

The slight depression created by the squeeze is like squeezing directly on Xin's soft flesh.

"Can't you do that now?"

Although it was essentially a matter of efficiency, at first glance it seemed as if Miss Xin's crime was even more serious.

"I feel Mr. Devil's aura rising towards me—"

"The bookshelf by the window, the leftmost column, the third row from the top."

Anser suddenly pushed Xin away and slowly straightened his collar and cuffs: "Go read those books first. I'm not interested in giving you advice on what to do. That would be a real bummer."

Xin looked in the direction Anser mentioned and immediately saw the books displayed in that area.

Either the cover is purple or pink...it looks a bit too gaudy.

"I still have something to do, so I'll leave first."

Anser looked at Xin's profile and said, "You can also read other books in the study. Oh, and... don't forget to do a basic healing treatment on Marina today."

"I remember that, Mr. Devil."

Xin answered seriously while staring at the book with a strange cover.

Young Hydra smiled, turned and walked out of the study.

About ten seconds later, Xin's shoulders suddenly slumped slightly, and he whispered in a somewhat frustrated tone: "After falling asleep, it is even harder to see Mr. Devil clearly. Mr. Devil is really powerful."

Although he was eager to resolve the sin of lust, Xin never thought about eliminating only this sin. The road to redemption that followed was very long, and Xin was mentally prepared.

So, she did not go to look at the books that Anser had pointed out at the first time, but walked to the soft chair where Anser had just sat, and her eyes fell on the book that Anser was holding in his hand when he came in.

The books that can be read by Mr. Devil must be very valuable books, and may be of great help in redeeming Mr. Devil's sins.

Thinking of this, Xin reached out and picked up the thin book, and then curiously read the words on the plain leather cover:

"The Old Testament…the Book of Job?"

Chapter 16: The Lamb

The news quickly spread across the empire.

The long-lost Princess Ivora, the future deity who will inherit the emperor's power, has appeared in the imperial capital.

This news caused the empire, which had been gradually becoming stable and quiet under the rule of Regent Hydra, to become restless again.

On the day when the dragons came out in full force, the Regent destroyed the attacking fifth-order dragons with the Power of the End, which was not as strong as the sixth-order but far superior to the fifth-order. Then he opened a battlefield in another part of the sky in the West. A terrifying monster with a deformed head invaded from the rift in the maze, but was eventually killed by the Regent.

Almost all the extraordinary people in the Western Country saw the blood-red crack that looked like a crack in the sky.

Some people said that the monster killed by the regent was the missing Ivora. However, she, who inherited the blood of the gods, did not really die, but faked her death, escaped, hid, and recovered her strength.

Some people also said that the monster was a sentinel released by Ivora, who had a great adventure in the maze. Her own strength had already risen to a level that even Hydra had to be wary of. It was just that for some reason she could not return from the maze. Otherwise, why didn't Hydra directly ascend the throne as emperor, but called herself the regent? The feasting flames lit in the imperial capital were a warning to this abyss monster!

All kinds of news spread across the empire like wildfire, but because several other areas had all lost their top rulers, the unrest remained just rumors and had not really been ignited.

The only difference is that the North, which has been in a stalemate since Anther proclaimed himself regent, is once again filled with the pungent smell of war smoke.

"Your Excellency the Principal!"