The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Looking at Anser's smiling face, Xitana was stunned for two or three seconds, then looked away:

"...Yeah, yeah, as long as you have the confidence, I... I have no problem anyway."

"Then let's go, Sitana."

Anser turned and walked towards the long passage formed by two teams of soldiers, and said meaningfully:

"Let everyone in the Red Frost Territory get to know you and me."

Without realizing the meaning behind this, Hitana excitedly clenched her fist and waved it vigorously to express her determination to Anser.

At the same time, he turned around and made a face at Marina.

Lululu, I'm so angry and envious of you, you bad Lina... It's been so long and you didn't even apologize. When the cold wave is over, I will go back and tell my parents about you!

Marina just looked at Sitana's grimace expressionlessly without any reaction.

Only when her sister turned her head did she lower her head slightly and slowly close her eyes.

Eliminate the last bit of struggle and pain in your eyes.

When she looked up again and opened her eyes, all she could see was a bone-chilling rationality.

Hitana, who followed Ansher all the way, had no idea of ​​the emotional changes that had taken place in her sister, because she was in no mood to care about them.

The human walls formed by the two teams of soldiers on the left and right separated the crazy people of the Red Frost Leader. Countless shouts and countless voices made her world equally noisy and crazy, but Hitana did not feel unhappy at all, nor was she nervous at all.

On the contrary, she almost merged into this surging wave. Even though the praise and admiration were not for her, she felt her heart buzzing for it.

A burning desire burned in the girl's chest.

——She was born to be bathed in the roar of mountains and seas.

The wild beast hidden deep in the soul roared excitedly, resonating with its master at this moment. Hitana unknowingly entered an indescribable state. The cheers seemed so close, yet so far away; they were so deafening, yet seemed to come from the clouds, ethereal and illusory.

She felt the extraordinary element called ether flowing in her body, rushing along her spinal cord to her brain. The surging infinite power made the growing female wolf want to roar loudly.

At this moment, Ansel, who was walking in front, suddenly whispered.

"Pay attention to your emotions, Sitana, and don't take the spotlight... Hehe, I don't mind that, though."

"..."Shitana was slightly stunned and almost couldn't keep up with Anther's pace.

Oh...oh! Yeah, what was I thinking about? Isn't this Hydra's speech? Why am I so excited to rush up and punch him?

When this thought arose because of Anser's words, a low roar of unwillingness and anger came from the depths of Xitana's soul, and then it disappeared without a trace. The intense emotions churning in her heart and the violent power flowing in her body gradually subsided.

She followed Anser and walked step by step to the podium in the central square.

At this time, the people of the Red Frost Territory who filled the square shouted more and more in unison:

"Hydra! Hydra! Hydra!"

The people's shouts shattered the cold winter and tore through the clouds. The earth trembled with the resonance. The howling north wind was filled with awe and spread the call throughout the city and beyond.

On the last sunny day before the great cold wave came, the young man who saved the Red Frost Territory stood with his head held high, basking in the sunlight.

He raised his hand and pressed it down briefly.

Then the voices disappeared, leaving only thousands of eyes worshipping the Savior.

"People of the Red Frost Territory, citizens of the Empire. It seems like I haven't spoken to you like this for a long time."

The clear, gentle, and pleasant voice, which already had a mature magnetism and yet still retained some of the last bit of youthfulness, spread in all directions.

Hydra stood on the podium with one hand supporting his cane and the other hand behind his back. Facing tens of thousands of subjects, the first words he said sounded like he was greeting a friend he hadn't seen for a long time.

"I still remember the first words I said to the people in front of my mansion on the day I left for Scarlet Frost Manor."

He spoke calmly and gently with a smile on his face:

"I said, 'I hear you.'

"Then, I executed Earl Red Frost, your former lord."

Anser held his cane and walked forward, toward the edge of the platform.

He suddenly sighed: "Actually, I regretted that day."

"I regret having smashed his head, and caused trouble to my friends who had hung him up."

There was cheerful laughter from the crowd.

"Tell the truth, fellow citizens of the empire."

The young nobleman, who spent almost the entire day in his study, said calmly, "I am not here to brag about my achievements to you and let my fame spread throughout the North or even the Empire."

"Because I don't care."

Anser's words caused some commotion among the people, but he quickly said:

"I know that some people must be confused now, maybe commoners, maybe nobles."

“They’ll ask – what are you doing this for?”

Haidera smiled: "I know that there will be more people who will stand up and speak for me. They will say that I am kind, that I am just, that I represent absolute justice and judgment, and that they are always willing to give everything for me."

He moved the hand behind his back to the front and casually pointed at a young man in the crowd.

"Are you willing?" Ansel asked.

The young man who was pointed at was stunned. He stood there for four or five seconds. It was not until the people around him shook him vigorously that he reacted and shouted in ecstasy:

"Yes! Lord Hydra! Mokes Landkad is willing to give everything for you!"

"how about you?"

Anser pointed casually at another person.

"Me too!" the man roared even louder with excitement. "It's my honor! I'm willing to die for you!"

Anser randomly selected several people in succession, and without exception, they gave almost crazy responses.

The people around, most of the people in the square, didn't think there was anything wrong at all.

They were not afraid of this enthusiasm. On the contrary, they envied and even envied the chosen ones, envious of them for having the opportunity to show their loyalty to the great Hydra.

“Look, this is what I got.”

Anser took another step forward. Standing at the edge of the podium, he raised his head and said calmly and gratifiedly without any excitement in his tone:

"I got it, you guys."

Everything went quiet.

The subjects who were feeling the cold wind in the square and the nobles who were enjoying the warmth in the buildings, no one spoke.

Until the first cry, that crazy, almost tearful cry -

"Hydra!!!"

Thus, the towering mountains collapsed due to the huge shock called fanaticism, and the calm sea was stirred up by the vision called pursuit.

Countless people, countless people rushed forward, and the endless waves hit the elite soldiers surrounding the podium. They shouted Hydra, like believers calling the holy name of the Lord, so pious, so crazy.

"Calm down, please calm down, fellow citizens."

Anser tapped his cane lightly, his voice still calm and gentle: "I know that some people will still think, what's the point of me getting you, what's the point of getting you, these ignorant, poor, weak, meaningless civilians."

People gradually calmed down and listened to his speech again.

"Then I'll tell him."

Hydra raised his staff and pointed it at a person: "I need you to leave the Red Frost Territory and join my territory. Are you willing?"

The drama was no different from before, and the answer was still an almost insane affirmation.

Then, Anser pointed his staff toward the sky and said loudly:

"Then, I want to see all those who are willing to leave the Red Frost Territory and follow me!"

At this moment, there are long, short, frostbitten, tender and fair, dark yellow and wrinkled, and incomplete...

Countless hands were raised high, like a forest of swords, like dark clouds covering the sky.

Even the soldiers couldn't help but raise their hands halfway.

Anser laughed heartily and wantonly: "Now he should know the answer, if all of you useless civilians follow me and leave the Red Frost Territory."

The boy waved his cane, and his passionate voice pierced the sky:

"——Then where is the so-called Red Frost Territory?"

Cheers, cheers, and cheers that never stop.

Xitana, who was also standing on the podium, looked ahead. In her eyes, in her world, there was only that figure.

The girl's cheeks flushed. She wished she could rush up right now, ride on the guy whom she loved and hated, and just hang there, hugging him tightly.

Her chest began to heat up again, her heart pounding, but it was a completely different feeling than the one she had felt at the beginning.

"Hydra..."

Xitana covered her heart, lowered her head and exhaled hot breath.

“…Anser.”

Inside the luxuriously decorated house, several nobles sat around, looking through the window at the young noble who seemed to dominate the entire world.

"This...monster."

The hand of a noble holding a teacup was shaking, and the tea spilled all over the floor: "He is a monster, he is...a devil!"

"……devil?"

Earl Solid Stone stared at the figure bathed in the sun with a crazy look in his eyes.

"No, it's not the devil, absolutely not."

He gritted his teeth, not out of fear, but to suppress the excitement that was almost trembling.

"That's... God!"

On the podium, Anser's voice became louder and louder. Standing on the edge of the podium, he no longer had the elegance he had at the beginning. It was not a performance to conquer anyone. It was a kind of... catharsis that even he could not control.

From the moment he survived the most desperate hell, the being named Ansir Hydra had a purpose that was enough for him to sacrifice everything.

Since he was ten years old, he locked all the advanced knowledge and magnificent scenes he had seen into the prison of his memory. He began to have close contact with the self-proclaimed great noble bloods, picked up and studied the stupid rules that he had once disdained, and followed those old, sour and rotten things day after day and year after year.

Because he knows that what he wants to do and the path he wants to take are destined to be full of thorns and sacrifices. Not just practical things, but even abstract concepts - freedom, future, self, conscience... If he can't even do such small things, how can he sacrifice bigger things and face the crueler reality?

So he did so, and after six years, there was no flaw at all. He became a perfect hero praised by the nobles and got many things he needed.

Until now, at this critical moment, when even a little bit of his true self revealed would not matter, Anser decided to give himself a chance to indulge himself.

——This is a decision he would never make under normal circumstances.

"I know that none of you were born to live in a dilapidated old house, none of you want to grow up wearing patched clothes, none of you want to endure hunger and cold, none of you want to be so humble and miserable, to be trampled on meaninglessly, and then die."

Anser looked at the restless civilians and his voice suddenly calmed down.

“But I won’t say that – as long as you work hard, everything will change.”

"I won't say that there are many opportunities in this world, but you have fallen into depravity and never made progress."

"I know that fate is cruel, yes, I know very well——"

"Fate... is cruel."

The young Hydra lowered his head slightly, and veins bulged on his palms that were tightly gripping the cane.

"That's not something you can resist if you want to."

"...Yes, let's just take it as it is."

He raised his head again, the fire in his eyes was fierce and crazy, which made some people extremely frightened, as if they would be burned to ashes in an instant, and made others even more fanatical, intending to throw themselves into it, voluntarily turning into firewood, just hoping that the flames could burn through the sky!

"Just think of it as, I'm using you—"

The madness in the Hydra blood prevailed without any suppression, and the usually humble, polite and gentle Ansher disappeared. Only the mad beast that cut off eight of its own heads and sought life from death showed its fangs to the sky!

"Consider this as a declaration of war against that damned fate!"

"If he summons the god of death and wants to rob you of all your lives through the cold wave, I will make sure you are alive to spit on his viciousness and meanness!"

"The people of the Red Frost Territory, the people of the Empire, and all the followers who are willing to believe in me—"