The villain's way to tame the protagonist

But Ivora said that the seemingly calm and peaceful Anser... has reached the brink of madness. How long can his current correctness last?

"What's wrong, Ms. Lian De, is there anything else you want to tell me?" Anser looked at Lian De curiously, "You have been in a daze for almost half a minute."

"Oh, I...I'm sorry, I..."

After hesitating for a long time, Lian De couldn't help but said, "Your Highness, the Regent, as far as I know... the rebels seem to be targeting you and plotting something..."

She hesitated, but finally said something that made almost no sense.

Anser is the ultimate demon king, how could the Northern Alliance not target him? Does Lian De need to remind him of this?

Lian De originally wanted to remind him to be more specific, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them.

If I continue, Anser will probably get suspicious. And with his ability, even... even without my reminder, he probably wouldn't...

And...if it really comes to that, my not giving any warnings would be...the right choice.

Finally, Lian De bowed his head and said apologetically: "Anyway... please be careful. Please allow me to take my leave, Your Highness the Regent."

The departing figure of the Archduchess appeared in Anser's eyes, with a bit of regret and a bit of... ridicule.

"What a shame. I gave you a chance, Ms. Liande."

He first shook his head and sighed with regret, and then revealed a full smile: "However, this is indeed the choice that people like you would make."

"How weak... annoying."

An idealist among the nobility...how righteous and noble it sounds, how inspiring.

But she is an idealist among the nobles...

Or become an idealist aristocrat?

Chapter 5: Heroes and the Concubine (K)

Ming Furo is in a hurry, but Ansel is not. However, his perception and planning of time are more acute and strict than Ming Furo's.

The meeting with Elalo is at seven o'clock tonight. Before that, Ansel has to take some time to meet someone.

"Good afternoon, Ivola."

The howling sound of wind and snow outside could not cover the crackling sound of firewood in the fireplace. The heavy snow blocked the light, but fortunately the candles could still illuminate this simple wooden house.

But the terrifying whistling sound was somewhat unbelievable. The north was not always shrouded in bitter cold all year round. At this time of year... there shouldn't be such an exaggerated snowstorm.

But in fact, throughout the entire northern area, even on the border with the central region, the temperature is dropping abnormally rapidly, which looks like a sign of an approaching severe cold wave. But how long has it been since the last severe cold wave? How could another one come so soon?

No one knows what will happen in the North, just like no one knows the outcome of this war.

Except for the young man who was sitting on a wooden chair, holding up a wine glass and waving at the fire that was burning out of nowhere in the house.

Anser looked at Ivora who emerged from the fire. She was still wearing the extremely gorgeous blood-red dress. The sound of her high heels stepping on the wooden boards was crisp and pleasant. The flames of the fireplace made her bright red and shiny toenails glow.

"It looks like... you've been well nourished during this period." Hydra tilted his head slightly, supporting his face with his hands. "How many did you eat?"

"Three, two of them are old guys living in seclusion in the north. They are better than nothing."

Ivora did not look at Anser. It was obvious that the last training had left a great psychological shadow on the always proud Crown Princess... But according to her personality, it might not be a shadow. Perhaps she was afraid that she could not control her emotions, and Anser would find a reason to hang her up again, and then have her trachea cleared by that crazy woman.

She could already feel the cold and sticky breath lingering around Anser's feet and shoulders, and his scavenger-like eyes were always watching her.

The firelight, and the room filled with firelight, was naturally also filled with shadows. Ivora felt as if he had fallen into a swamp inhabited by crows, surrounded by a disgusting and eerie atmosphere.

Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess could not understand why Anser would allow such a twisted woman to be his concubine. She knew better than anyone else that Anser was "psychologically clean" in this regard.

The last training was still vivid in her mind. Ivola's feelings towards Anser were twisted, but of course she only had hatred for Marina. She vowed that after reversing the situation, she would torture the rotten woman hiding in the shadows until she begged for death, but now... well, now was fantasy time.

The reality is, Ivora did not sit opposite Anther, but stood by the table with his arms folded across his chest. It could be said that he was vigilant or afraid, but this was the first time that Ivora showed such obvious concession and weakness when facing Anther without any coercion.

Her voice was cold: "What kind of rubbish are you going to find for me to do?"

"Rubbish? No, no, no... Ivora, you've been doing very well recently. Marina has praised you."

Anser swung the wine glass with a smile, and the aroma of the wine filled the wooden house - this was the wine that could allow a transcendent to directly increase their ether reserves, and it could even be effective for a fifth-level transcendent. Its creator was naturally the son of the God of Alchemy, probably the best bartender in the world.

Ivora occasionally got one or two bottles from Anser and was obsessed with it, but whether he could get it depended on Anser's mood.

-By the way, Xitana can use this as a drink in Hydra Manor, but she doesn't like drinking, so Anser helped her make it into strawberry-flavored juice.

As soon as he smelled the wine, Ivora couldn't help but recall his past close relationship with Ansel (from Ivora's perspective), and he became even more unwilling, unwilling to accept... his own fate.

Then she heard Ansel say:

"Please sit down first. Have you not had this kind of wine in several years?"

The warm smile on the boy's face made her neck feel cold. The woman subconsciously took a step back and said with great vigilance: "If you have anything to say, just tell me."

But the smile on Anser's face became even brighter: "Are you scared?"

"Fear?"

These two words instantly triggered one of the most untouchable parts of Ivora's twisted emotions. Her eyes twitched, and she said with a fake smile: "Do you think I don't know your dog training methods? Torture, suppress, and occasionally show a little kindness and tenderness, do you think I will be fooled?"

"So you're still scared, aren't you?"

Anser was extremely pleased by Ivora's genuine timidity: "If it were you in the past, you wouldn't care so much and would have agreed to it long ago."

"But now you are afraid of being tamed by me, Ivora, like a house cat that will freeze to death in the wilderness if it leaves its master."

The flames in the fireplace suddenly burst into flames, leaped up the chimney, ignited a cluster of sparks in the snow, and were then extinguished by the cold.

Ivora sat down opposite Ansel with an expressionless face, picked up the wine glass on the seat and drank it all.

She didn't like the pace of being completely dominated by Anser, but she acted according to Anser's expectations again and again, like a cat whose limbs were being manipulated.

After watching Ivora finish the glass of wine, the devil who was happily playing with the big cat nodded with satisfaction: "That's good, this is the Ivora I'm familiar with."

The wine and the emotions in her heart mixed together, forming an indescribable feeling for Ivora. She tightly grasped the wine glass and said in a hoarse voice: "What are you going to do?"

"Come to see you." Anser smiled with narrowed eyes.

"Anser!!!"

"Ha ha ha ha--"

The sudden rise in tone made Ansel finally unable to hold back his laughter. He looked up at Ivora, who stood up with the help of the table and had a ferocious expression on his face. He finally found an entertainment activity that was hard to make him bored among the complicated matters.

What happened in the West made him realize the importance of regulating emotions in time, and Ivora, who was difficult to be defeated, was obviously the most suitable candidate, and the effect was surprisingly satisfactory.

However, entertainment is just entertainment. After feeling much happier, Anser restrained his bad behavior a little, motioned Ivora to sit down, and asked slowly:

"Tell me what they are going to do with Xi'er and A'Luo now."

Ivora's lies came from Anther's instruction. Although Anther needed the help of the coalition forces to provide his two girls with opportunities to grow, he would not allow this matter to go too far, because fate would inevitably intervene.

It took a long time for Ivora to calm down. He exhaled slowly and responded indifferently: "What else could it be? To deal with your puppy, they use moral kidnapping, hostage-taking, and massacre. They believe that as long as they strangle her ridiculous sense of justice, your puppy will be doomed to be unable to do anything."

Anser was noncommittal: "What about A Luo?"

"Her? I don't know much about her. The rebels were very wary of me and didn't reveal any specific plans. But it seems... they are confident that they can take over Donggang."

This is understandable. After all, the person in power in Donggang now is an insider of the revolutionary army. If it weren't for Ming Furo, that piece of land would have already been in the pocket of the revolutionary army.

Anser didn't think that the revolutionary army would place all their hopes on Lian De. After all, Lian De himself didn't think he could suppress Ming Furo 100%, so there must be some backup plan in place, which might be used by fate. Since Ivora didn't know either, this was what he needed to pay most attention to right now.

Ah, one more thing.

Several tentacles suddenly emerged from the shadows and bound Ivora tightly.

This time, Ivora did not scream hysterically. He just stared at Anser with cold eyes without saying a word.

Anser didn't want to play with Ivora again. He had played enough for today. This time, the restraint was not a tease, but... a warning.

The biggest problem with turning Ivora into a chess piece is that it would only bring harm to oneself.

Although no matter how you look at it, Ivora has no capital to make a comeback. Now the remaining fifth-level extraordinary people, even if they are tied together, will not be a match for Anser who drives the mechanical deity. Even if Ivora burns them all, it will be meaningless.

Her disability was fatal. Both her bloodline, which was enough to inherit the emperor's throne, and her soul, which was the foundation of her transcendence, were eaten to pieces by the emperor's remains that contained the corpse of the Abyss Caller. Without obtaining sufficiently pure abyss elements from Anser, she would never be able to return to the peak in her lifetime.

But if fate wanted to force Ivora's backlash and found a rationality in all the unreasonableness that Anser had not expected, it would not be impossible.

"You don't want to experience the feeling of being used as food and nourishment again, do you, Ivora?"

Anser gently stroked the woman's soft cheek: "Even I don't want to put myself in your shoes. It's hard to imagine how you managed to hold on."

His words made Ivora's pupils shrink to the limit, and the morbidity, distortion, tyranny, hatred hidden under this beautiful body... burst out without reservation in an instant. Even if the flame of feasting had not yet burned, she was like a ball of crazy fire that wanted to burn everything to ashes.

Anser sighed: "Seeing you so unhappy, I feel a little embarrassed, but..."

He slowly pinched Ivola's chin and said word by word: "I am serious, Ivola."

"Thanks to that mysterious force, you were too powerful before, and I couldn't spend time thinking about how to deal with you. But now you... hehe, you are so weak that it makes people feel pitiful."

"It's just right for me..." The devil leaned forward slightly and whispered in Ivora's ear, "Study the nature of the Flame Royal Family."

"From the inside out, from the outside in, I will dissect you bit by bit, cleanly."

Anser withdrew his hand, and under the gaze of Ivora's constantly twisting and trembling pupils, he smiled and said, "Although this is different from becoming food and nutrients, they are both treated like livestock, with their free will erased and treated at will... It should be similar."

He snapped his fingers, and the shadow tentacles that had entangled Ivora disappeared in the next moment.

"Don't try to do anything you shouldn't do. You know what it is, dear Ivora."

"Don't let yourself get fooled while acting."

Ivola did not respond, but simply turned into flames and disappeared into the wooden house, disappearing in the wind and snow.

"Will this backfire, Mr. Anser?"

A soft, hoarse voice sounded behind Anser. The witch lady with long black hair falling to her waist hugged Anser from behind, rubbing her neck lovingly, and said, "After all, she is Ivora."

"She's not the same Ivora anymore, Marina."

Anser shook his head first, then said with emotion: "Or rather, the Ivora of the past is just the Ivora in my eyes."

"I have always believed that she is a truly strong person. No matter how strong or weak she is, she will never truly succumb to the outside world. She will not show any meaningless weakness, and she will not even have the emotion of weakness."

But Ansel found that he was wrong. Ivora's transformation was so obvious in his eyes. He had overestimated the crazy princess in the past, and at the same time, he had underestimated his own increasingly sophisticated methods.

"Ivora is not a strong man, but a prisoner of power."

Hydra stared at the fire in the fireplace and whispered softly, "But she happens to have a power that is not suitable for a prisoner, so she looks purer and more unshakable than anyone else. But once this power is lost..."

Anser curled his lips: "She will be more eager to restore her strength than anyone else, and will put everything else behind this."

If Ivora was really a woman who did whatever she wanted and acted according to her own personality, she would not have been manipulated by Ansher and would have exploded with this devil long ago.

Her arbitrariness and her tyranny are all based on that irresistible power.

Marina, who greedily breathed in Anser's scent, half-closed her eyes and looked comfortable: "But in this case, it is indeed easier for Mr. Anser to control her. It seems that Mr. Anser knows very well what she will do next."

"Of course." Anser took a sip of wine and said with a smile, "It's nothing more than cursing my cruelty in your heart, while at the same time working honestly and conscientiously for me in order to regain your strength."

"But... maybe it's just limited to me."

Anser's mind flashed with Ivora's stunning face. In terms of beauty alone, it could even be compared with Xin's face that did not belong to this world at all. But if one took temperament into account, Xin would basically be crushed.

If anyone other than Anther treated Ivora like this, she would never accept it. Even as a prisoner of power, she would never allow anyone other than Anther to humiliate and torture her so casually. If it wasn't Anther... then Ivora would most likely choose to die.

Ansel thought of this not because he suddenly had a strange feeling for Ivora, but because he was wondering why Ivora had such a special liking for him.

When it comes to sex, Ivora never lied to Anser. Her first times in all aspects were either taken by Anser or were not taken by Anser yet.

In terms of time, Ivora can indeed be considered Ansel's childhood sweetheart. Although there is a big age difference between them, at least they have spent much more time together than Xitana and Ming Furo.

Ansel still has no feelings for Ivora, but Ivora's feelings for Ansel are growing every year.

Ivora...does she love me?

Ansel couldn't help but think of this question, the question of love.

He didn't care whether Ivora loved him or not. He just wanted to know, if Ivora really loved him, then where did this love come from?

Even though he could live a shameless life with the two girls every day if he wanted, Ansel was still thinking about "love".

The emotion he had never experienced before was the love and affection between men and women.

In the West Country, he was entangled and hesitant because of his love for Xitana and Ming Fuluo. And this time, also out of "love", his choice... is it correct?

"You remember what I said before, Marina." Anser gently stroked Marina's delicate and silky arm, "The Northland is now in your hands."

"Xi'er, after all, still needs someone who can help her, otherwise everything will really develop in the direction that group of people want, and I won't accept it."

I still don’t know the answer, but so what?

For Anser now, all he wants is an answer, and he will not regard it as something decisive, just like he hesitated in the West because of it.