The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Ok……

Xin's eyes shifted thoughtfully back and forth between the two of them.

Mr. Devil, what are you doing secretly again?

Chapter 6: Love (K)

Is it difficult to rule an empire? Of course not.

The abnormal factor of being controlled by the emperor made the empire destined to become a structure that could operate smoothly on its own even if the emperor never worried about state affairs during its long historical evolution.

Therefore, the empire had a large number of nobles. The emperor generously gave the grand dukes the powers that were useless to him and could be easily taken back. In order to rule over the vast fiefdoms, the grand dukes gave some rights to the vassal nobles. This order has evolved for thousands of years and is now stable enough that the empire itself will not be affected regardless of the emperor's presence or absence.

Even if Ansher, as the regent, does nothing, the old order will continue to operate according to its laws.

So Ivora felt that Anser's current good reputation as regent actually had little to do with him.

How long has this guy been in office? And everyone is already talking about how great and kind he is? Do they think that governing is like eating and drinking water, and that they can fill their stomachs immediately by issuing an order?

"But it just looks better..."

Beside the warm fire, Ivora, wearing a gorgeous off-shoulder dress, crossed her legs, swung her wine glass, and looked out the window at the seemingly endless snowstorm. She sneered disdainfully: "A bunch of fools who never learn and brainless fence-sitters think he is a wise monarch?"

Ivora felt nauseous when he thought of the comments made by the common people and even the children of nobles about Anser.

She had hated this about Anser for a very long time. Although she had always longed for Anser, it didn't mean that there was nothing about Anser that she didn't hate.

Ivora hated this kind of affectation and hypocrisy.

She didn't insist that Anser be cruel or vicious. In fact, Ivora didn't care whether Anser did good or bad things, but she cared whether Anser admitted his own nature.

——The Empire has always been just a toy of the Old Gods, whether it is the Emperor or Hydra.

The reason why the scene at the northern border was so deeply rooted in people's hearts was precisely because Ivora was not acting. She felt from the bottom of her heart that if Anser really won in the end, he would still be like every one of his ancestors. After the so-called "holy wisdom" could no longer bring any pleasure, he would turn to do other things to make his life as a divine species more interesting.

Chaos, destruction, devastation... No matter what the empire becomes, no matter what kind of life the people live, in the end, isn't it all to please oneself?

Ivora accepted this nature very early on, and enjoyed every minute of being an Origen, but Anser refused to acknowledge it since he was a child, which made Ivora unable to accept it, and he felt resentful and even crazy.

The humiliation and abuse he suffered in Hydra Manor still appeared in Ivora's mind from time to time, but the hatred for Anther caused by these things actually only accounted for a small part of Ivora's hatred for Anther.

After all, she knew very well that if she and Anser switched roles, she would do the same thing, and would most likely be much more excessive than Anser.

Ivora now hated Anser, and the source of this hatred was not the miserable situation where she was being driven and manipulated at will, but...

Xitana's innocent and bright smile as she lay on his back, Ming Furo's lazy and casual look as she nestled in Anther's arms, and Anther... the joy and peace that Anther showed, which he had never shown to her before.

click-

The goblet in the eldest princess's hand shattered, but she remained unaware, because her thoughts had long been swallowed up by the hatred and jealousy surging in her heart.

"Why... not me."

There were scorching flames in her blood-red eyes, reflecting her broken and distorted emotions:

"I am your kind, Anser. I am the only one of your kind in this world."

As fellow Old Deus, shouldn't they work together to rule the empire, or even work together to reach the seventh level, where they are not bound by the abyss and transcend the world itself?

Why can she only be a prisoner in shackles and a cat that can only meow obediently in Anther's palm?

Why is it that a house dog with no qualifications, a doll without any talents... can get the life that should belong to her!

"Why... not me!"

The violent blood flames swept through the magnificent and quiet house. The raging flames that were out of control surged out of the house and burned the waiter standing outside the door into ashes in an instant. The windows were also all burned out, and endless wind and snow poured in.

All the extraordinary people in this castle were trembling with fear, wondering what had happened to Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess.

The only thing she could hear was a long gasp after the roar.

After gradually calming down, Ivola spread out his palms, and the burning blood flames outlined the boy's handsome face and heroic figure, vividly and lifelike.

"Anser...Anser."

The woman's eyes were filled with fascination and hatred: "I will take back everything that belongs to me, including you."

If you don't want to, then destroy everything you have now, destroy all the garbage that is meaningless to you and me as gods.

And she couldn't just destroy them. She wanted to use the cruelest way to stop Anser from thinking about them. Oh, and that sticky and cold witch, too.

ga-

The sudden cry of a crow brought Ivora's fantasy to an abrupt end.

How could there be a crow cawing when there was a blizzard outside? But Ivora heard it clearly, she knew where the crow was coming from and what it meant.

From the wind and snow outside the window, Ivora saw the sudden black color.

Shadows are everywhere. Even in a blizzard, as long as there is even a little visible light, it means there is a shadow that the crows can fly through.

She snorted coldly, turned into flames and sank into the wind and snow, following the traces left by the shadows.

Every meeting with Anser was guided by that woman, and Ivora knew what to do, but this time...something unexpected happened.

Because the shadow that was guiding her way suddenly stopped, and the elegant and dignified woman in black dress suddenly appeared in the wind and snow, with a somewhat eerie atmosphere that made people subconsciously afraid.

Ivora, puzzled, also transformed into a human form, frowned and asked: "Why did you stop halfway? You——"

She felt the insatiable greed and felt herself shrouded in shadow, but it was too late.

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"Hmm... Does that mean the Revolutionary Army is about to start marching towards East Port?"

In the cell with dim candlelight burning, Ansel sat on a big chair with his chin in his hand, thinking about something.

"We can see their hidden methods, but... I don't know if Luo will make it in time."

While he was talking to himself, in the cell, which was still dark because there was only a dim candlelight, there was a rustling sound of chains.

"Marina." Hydra said lazily, "Let our Highness Ivora rest for a while."

The sound of the chains vibrating stopped, and in the shadows where the candlelight could not find them, there seemed to be many long, soft things that were slowly wriggling and being retracted; followed by the "slap" sound of flesh falling into the puddle, followed by gasps for air after recovering from suffocation, and finally, the noble and elegant black dress that did not reveal any skin appeared from the shadows.

Marina folded her hands in front of her stomach, bowed slightly to Ansel respectfully, walked to his side and stood quietly.

The almost dying gasps were occasionally mixed with continuous "pa chi" sounds, which sounded like the man in shackles struggling to climb out of the puddle, and then falling down weakly.

Anser watched Ivora repeatedly fall into the puddle she had created and struggle non-stop, and said to Marina in a somewhat reproachful manner: "Why are you always so extreme with Ivora, Marina? It's better to stop at the right time."

"Just enough is a reward, Mr. Anser... No, even if it's just a little bit excessive, it's a reward for His Highness Ivora."

The dark witch smiled and said, "His Highness Ivora's tolerance is far greater than you think. If it is not too extreme, it will not be considered a punishment."

When her gaze moved to that mature and plump body, her eyes immediately became cold and cruel.

Ivora was living so well in the North that he became a little carried away.

As nobles, the two Grand Dukes Gray Tower and Iron Blade, with the support of Ivora, naturally care more about the declaration of "legitimacy" than anyone else. They keep promoting the power of Her Royal Highness the Grand Princess in the North, with the core message that "Her Royal Highness the Grand Princess is destined to unify the entire continent", trying to spread this message throughout the empire and arouse the hearts of other extraordinary people. After all, everyone yearns for the other side of the continent, which is connected but ultimately strange and mysterious.

On the other hand, slander against Anser is naturally inevitable. Although how many people will believe it is another matter, there will never be a shortage of absurd rumors.

Ivora did not stop it. She had no obligation or need to stop it. If that were the case, Marina would not be too angry.

But Ivola added some... well, personal stuff to the rumors spread by the two archdukes.

Something like Hydra once proposed to Her Highness the Grand Princess but was rejected, Hydra gets pleasure from Her Highness the Grand Princess's torture, or Hydra licked Her Highness the Grand Princess's shoes...interesting stories.

"Do you think I don't know that you instructed those two dukes to spread those unbearable rumors?"

"Goo!"

Marina slowly closed her five fingers with an expressionless face, and the unknown thing wriggling in the shadows once again entangled Ivora, who was unable to speak yet.

"I am Mr. Anser's eyes, Your Highness Ivora. Don't think...you can escape Mr. Anser's gaze."

"Okay, Marina, let Ivora do the talking."

Ansher waved his hand gently, and Marina immediately lowered her head and let go of Ivora who was going back and forth between heaven and hell.

"Cough...cough cough cough..."

It took a long time for Ivola to finally recover. For a fifth-level transcendent, the fragility and shackles of the body were certainly nothing... But she was facing Marina, the most special Devourer among all the Devourers of Hydra.

It was not because she had any outstanding talents, nor because she had any strange gifts, but simply because... she had completely dedicated her body and soul to Anser, and thus gained the value of becoming a container through preaching in the abyss.

As long as Ansher is willing, as long as her shattered soul can hold on for even a second, then facing Marina at any time is almost equivalent to facing Ansher herself.

For Marina, it was really... easy to make Ivora a fragile woman whose will could be controlled by physiological reactions.

"An…ser!"

Somewhat unexpectedly, Ivora did not calm down this time, but instead let out a howl of resentment and anger.

She suddenly raised her upper body, and the shackles rattled: "Why...why do you do this to me!"

That face, which was still beautiful even though it was crazy and furious, peeked out from the shadows, reflected in the dim candlelight.

"I gave you so much help, even when I was dealing with Efesand... I even risked my life to give you a chance. This is how you repay me, is this how you repay me?"

"..."

Faced with Ivora's hysterical questioning, Ansher was obviously stunned.

Then, for the first time in his life, he had an...unbelievable feeling.

Hydra stood up and looked at the embarrassed princess in front of him with a look that could even be called surprise: "Ivora... are you serious?"

"Do you know what you just said?"

"I'm saying you're a beast without any bottom line, a devil!"

When Ivora said this, Marina frowned immediately, but just as she was about to make a move, Ansel raised his hand to stop her.

Anser, who did not mind the liquid on Ivora's body, walked in front of her and half-knelt down, looking at her with eyes that still showed surprise and confusion: "I'm not referring to the content, but... are you clear about why you said such a thing yourself."

"Because I hate—"

"Because you feel wronged."

Anser paused, then said in a slightly unsure tone, "Because you feel wronged, and...jealous."

However, after observing that Ivora was completely frozen, the little uncertainty disappeared.

Instead there was banter and...joy.

The devil showed an intoxicating smile, he snapped his fingers, untied the shackles that were hanging Ivola, and the stiff body of the princess fell into the puddle below her again, but this time she did not get up immediately.

"Ivora, you know exactly why you helped me, and you also know that everything I have done is worthy of your help."

By killing Efesander, Ivora was gambling with her life, but wasn't Anser gambling with his life as well? Wasn't she clear in her mind whether she was gambling to help Anser or to kill her own mother?

Anser rescued Ivora from the emperor's remains in order to obtain information about the hidden force, but could this information be worth Ivora's life?

In every transaction, Ivora got what she wanted, and she knew she got what she wanted.

Anser looked down at the trembling eldest princess, and although he sighed, the corners of his mouth kept rising:

"You know better how miserable I would be if our roles were reversed."

Yes, of course Ivola knew. She had fantasized about the joy of torturing Anser countless times, and she was still fantasizing about it even before she came.

"But here you are... screaming hysterically like a nagging woman, asking me why I treated you like this, why I wasn't good enough for you."

At this point, Anser himself laughed, but after laughing, he asked in confusion: "Tell me the truth... are you really Ivora? That crazy and cruel but definitely not weak woman, would you show such ridiculous emotions?"

"If that's the case, you better be careful, Ivola."

Anser squatted down, patted her cheek, and whispered softly: "Your dear sister was not destroyed by your revenge. On the contrary, she also seized the opportunity to perform on stage. If you indulge in the current comfort and become so weak..."

He didn't say anything else, just laughed twice with interest, and then walked out of the cell.

"Marina, next time don't bring Ivora to a place like this without permission, and don't do such extreme things to her. Look how wronged and sad she is."

"I'm sorry, Mr. Anser. It seems that I overestimated His Highness Ivora's psychological endurance. In the future, I will..."

The voices of the master and servant gradually faded away, and Ivola, who was lying stiffly in the puddle, suddenly shivered, and his eyes, which had lost focus, regained their luster.

Grievance, jealousy.

These two words were deeply engraved in Ivora's soul.

I'm feeling aggrieved...I'm jealous?

After being tortured and trained time and again, Ivola's already twisted mind seemed to be further distorted, becoming something that even she herself could not understand.