The villain's way to tame the protagonist

There should be no wars in which innocent people are sacrificed.

Marina stared at the talented young lady for a long time, her dark eyes filled with amusement and regret that no one else could fathom.

She didn't ask any more questions, but just said gently: "If you need anything else, please feel free to contact me. I'm happy to help you."

"That's not necessary. The outcome...will be decided within a few days."

Ming Fuluo interlaced her fingers, pressed them against her forehead, and murmured softly: "Although the information is limited, but if my guess is correct..."

Through the crow's eyes, Marina saw the calm confidence on Ming Fuluo's face, as well as... the unprecedented anger that could not be resolved.

Those gorgeous purple eyes seemed to have been tempered into a sharp blade by boiling anger, revealing pure and cold hatred and cold light.

It is difficult to make Miss Ming Fuluo angry to this extent. What on earth was she thinking?

Marina had her own mission, and she also had her own opinions and limits on Anser's instructions. She really didn't know what Ming Fuluo was facing in Donggang, but the "truth" Anser mentioned was worth his trouble and made Ming Fuluo so angry. It must be a very big deal.

This is your luck, Miss Ming Fuluo.

It is really enviable to be watched by Mr. Anser and to be expected to transform again.

But... I don't need to be envious.

In another realm, at a level unknown to either Shitana or Ming Furo, the witch lady, who had become extremely close to Ansher, chuckled in her heart, and the pitch-black crow silently sank into the shadows and disappeared.

Ming Furo knew that Marina had left, but she was still immersed in thought. In the past two days, she had been trying to perfect a guess, but due to the lack of key evidence that could connect the logic, the guess remained just a guess.

And if Elalo could provide the proof she wanted—

The scholar lady suddenly looked up, and her cold and sharp gaze instantly fell on the end of the church.

On the originally empty pulpit, a holy figure entangled in black and white stood in the light and shadow. She looked up at the majestic and solemn Ouroboros statue, but did not make a prayer gesture. She just stood there and watched silently.

"Miss Doll has become more powerful." Xin turned his head and looked at Ming Fuluo, "Now she can actually find me."

"I can't stand your unscrupulous peeping habit. I have to have some countermeasures."

Although it seemed as if there was some means to counter Xin's mysterious power, in fact, Ming Furo could only capture Xin's position the moment she appeared.

No matter how talented Ming Furo is, there is a huge gap between her and the highest masterpiece that represents the church's extraordinary pinnacle in eight hundred years.

"And if you want to talk about becoming powerful..." Ming Fuluo sneered, "You are actually more powerful than me."

Xin showed some confusion: "I don't quite understand what Miss Doll means."

"If you think you can fool me with your poor acting skills that you haven't learned from Anser yet, then you can continue to act stupid if you want, but don't expect me to cooperate with you."

Ming Fuluo never gave Xin a good look and made her position clear: "So don't imitate Anser and try to be mysterious with me. Is Elalo going to wake up soon? I'll be watching from the side. You'd better realize what you should do now."

Faced with this extremely harsh and even mean attitude, the Saint Lady naturally looked very innocent: "Miss Doll has always been very hostile to me..."

She walked down from the pulpit and stood at the end of the aisle between the two rows of seats, as if bathed in the sunlight, smiling at Ming Fuluo:

"But it doesn't matter. I believe that Miss Doll will always understand me."

The saint placed her hands on her heart and whispered devoutly, "You will always understand that everything I do is to redeem Mr. Devil."

You will understand... you will never be the person Mr. Devil really needs.

Xin said this in his heart, but he still maintained that pure smile: "Then I will go and wake up Miss Elalo. If Miss Doll wants to watch, please feel free to do so."

She walked calmly into the bedroom in the church. Ming Fuluo narrowed her eyes slightly and followed her closely.

Although she had previously made harsh remarks to belittle Xin's acting skills, the fact was that Ming Furo had already felt... the pressure from this saint who she didn't know what she had been transformed into by Ansir.

She knew that Xin was definitely not normal, and Xin also knew the source of her hostility, but the key was... she couldn't find the real problem.

Ming Furo could no longer see through Xin's thoughts. Even though Xin was showing off her abilities with an extremely artificial and hypocritical smile, Ming Furo was unable to grasp Xin's true intentions.

It was hard to imagine... not long ago, whatever she thought or did could be seen through by Ming Fuluo. In the blink of an eye, this saint who seemed to have a weak brain had evolved to this point.

...The damn kid really found a woman who is compatible with him.

The scholar was both unhappy and helpless. She had to admit that although Xin was obviously a saint, she had an extraordinary talent for doing evil that most people in the world could not achieve.

"The soul's condition has stabilized."

In the bedroom, Xin placed his hand on top of Elallo's head and said softly, "Ms. Elallo, Miss Elallo...it's time to wake up."

"Your suffering and despair are over. The new life God has given you has arrived. Wake up... wake up."

Ming Fuluo leaned against the door with her arms folded across her chest. She was displeased by Xin's weird words, but the ether flowing in an instant made her alert.

Divine magic...what is the source of this power?

Ming Furo didn't believe that an organization that ruled another continent in such a clumsy and ridiculous way could independently create such an outstanding and extraordinary system... This was truly a huge system that completely surpassed the empire on the extraordinary road of the Road to Heaven.

Abandoning the strange dogmas that were no different from restrictions of the church, the power of divine arts had already, without being eroded by the abyss, come a step closer to the root of the supernatural, the essence of ether, which was... omnipotent.

Thinking about it this way, there is indeed some truth in naming this system "divine magic".

What was the mentality of the people who founded the church when they created it? How has the church developed over the past 800 years? And what was the purpose of it?

Ming Furo looked at Xin who was waking up Ellalo, and her eyes became a little complicated.

She didn't like Xin or the church, but she couldn't deny... this organization wasn't that bad.

From the perspective of the ruling class, if the other side of the continent is really extremely harmonious and peaceful, then they are even doing very well.

If she remembered correctly, Ansor had even praised the core theory of the Church of the Holy Spirit called "Assistance". His heartfelt admiration at that time left a deep impression on Ming Fuluo.

but……

Ming Furo's indifferent gaze fell on Ella Luo.

If her guess is correct, then the teachings that seem to have nothing to do with this war are also one of the causes, and may even be... the real source.

"Uh...I...I..."

"You finally woke up, Miss Elalo."

Xin touched Elalo, who was struggling to hold up his upper body, and asked gently, "Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere?"

Ming Fuluo's eyes twitched. She really didn't understand why Xin could be so shameless... Although he saved Elalo's life, it was basically because of him that Elalo fell into this state today -

"you……"

Elalo looked at Xin with confusion on his face: "Excuse me, who are you? I...where am I?"

The expression on the scholar's face froze.

"Huh?" Xin also seemed a little surprised, "Have you forgotten everything? Even I——"

boom!

The flying bricks and stones frightened Elalo, who was still sitting on the bed, and a big hole was opened on the wall where Xin was standing.

The muzzle of the floating gun was accumulating a blazing and terrifying light of destruction. Ming Fuluo stared expressionlessly at Xin who slowly turned his head, and spoke word by word:

"What did you do to her...!"

"What did I do to Miss Elalo?"

Xin, who was unharmed, tilted his head slightly, "Do you think Miss Elalo's amnesia is my problem? Miss Doll?"

Ming Fuluo's laughter was even colder than the murderous intent condensed in the floating cannon: "Could it be that when she was unconscious, she knew that I had something to ask her, so she chose to lose her memory?"

Ming Fuluo didn't believe in coincidences, and she was even less likely to believe in coincidences brought about by this woman who had a very good relationship with Ansher and who knew how many skills she had learned from that dead kid.

But Xin repeated what he had just said like a machine: "Do you think Miss Elalo's amnesia is my problem, Miss Doll?"

"Are you going to play dumb again? That's all you have--!"

Elalo covered her ears and screamed, but her scream was drowned out by the explosion of her soul.

The realm that countless extraordinary people have worked on day and night but no one has ever truly understood, the supreme crown among the countless unknown mysteries of the extraordinary world... the soul, its power has caused a huge wave in this small bedroom, and the spells that drive the ether alone are simply unable to compete with it.

"You think...I want to disappoint Mr. Devil for you?"

Xin's face was almost right in front of Ming Furo's eyes.

There was no expression on her face, just like a real ghost: "It was Mr. Devil who asked me to save Miss Elalo. Mr. Devil's request is worth everything I have to do."

"Why do you think... that I would betray Mr. Devil's expectations for you? What qualifications and value do you have that make me want to do this—"

Xin's voice became louder and louder. When she saw the disbelief in Ming Furo's eyes, she belatedly realized what she had said.

She suddenly fell silent, took a few steps back, and after a few seconds, she said softly in a slightly calmer tone:

"You have to be clear about one thing, Miss Doll."

"You don't deserve this from me."

...This woman has gone crazy.

Ming Fuluo then realized...the saint in front of her was basically almost destroyed by Ansher.

I guess her mind is now filled with nothing but Ansher. Saving Ellalo was Ansher's request... For such a sick crazy woman, this "request" is absolutely impossible to refuse.

Xin will only do things to the best of his ability unless conditions do not allow.

"Her...condition was already very bad before."

Ming Fuluo didn't show any apology, but still changed the subject: "So, is this the reason?"

"It is not easy to save Miss Elalo's shattered soul." Xin answered calmly, "I have no way of knowing for sure how much of her intact soul was lost during the restoration process."

It really seems to be a coincidence, a fatal coincidence.

This coincidence... is it fate's interference? Fate doesn't want me to get any clues from Elalo?

Ming Fuluo frowned. She looked at Elalo, who was curled up in the corner and looked only fifteen or sixteen years old. After hesitating for a moment, she tried to ask:

"The Triumph Family, the Church, and...Lian De, how much do you remember?"

"You...you guys, who are you——"

Elalo seemed to be trying hard not to cry out loud. God knows how old her mind had regressed to and how much of her memory had been lost.

Ming Fuluo really didn't have time to take care of the child's mood. She could only make a fake gun with Nidhogg and point it at Elalo's forehead with a blank face: "If you answer the questions honestly, nothing will happen. I don't want to hear any more nonsense from you, understand?"

Elalo could only nod stiffly.

"Okay, now answer my question. How much do you remember about the Triumph Family, the Church, and Lian De?"

"The church... Is the church the Church of the Holy Spirit? I, I am not a believer, I don't know what happened to the church. Lian De... Lian De is my friend, what do you... what do you want to do to her?"

Seeing Elalo suddenly getting nervous, Ming Fuluo narrowed her eyes slightly and asked, "You and Lian De just became friends?"

Now, Ellalo is very loyal and doesn't seem to want to reveal Ellalo's information to Ming Furo, but as Ming Furo's finger on the trigger moves inward little by little, it is obvious that she is very afraid that Ming Furo will shoot her to death directly.

"Two or three years... No, probably... one or two years." Elalo sobbed softly, "I don't know what you are going to do... but I beg you, please don't hurt her."

"What about the Kaixuan family?" Miss Ming Fuluo was still unsympathetic. "Have you completely forgotten your family?"

"Family... Family? Ugh—"

When mentioning the Triumph Family, Elalo's expression suddenly became distressed and even ferocious. She hugged her head tightly and whispered in confusion: "I am... I am from the Triumph Family... I am the heir? I should... uh——"

As Elalo let out a cry of pain, Xin immediately put his hand on the top of her head, causing her to fall asleep again.

"It should be related to the power that made her look like that."

Xin looked at poor Miss Elalo with a compassionate expression: "That power blocked Miss Elalo's cognition... Even if the soul is restored, some traces still remain."

"So..." Ming Fuluo murmured in disbelief, "Triumph Family? Her family wants to kill her? Why...what's the reason?"

Xin did not speak, nor did he look at Ming Furo. He just quietly stroked Ellalo and took care of this believer who had lost himself.

After a long, long time, she heard a long sigh.

"Miss Doll, did you get what you needed?" At this time, Xin turned and looked at Ming Furo.

"No." Ming Fuluo responded coldly, "No, her answer is meaningless. Are you satisfied now?"

"Do you still think that I was the one who caused Miss Elalo to lose her memory?"

"Whether it's you or not, you must be very proud now."

The scholar's tone was extremely cold: "But you won't always have this kind of luck... You won't have such a lucky chance again. Besides, even without her, I would still win."

After leaving behind these harsh words that sounded forced, Ming Furo's figure simply disappeared.

Xin slowly turned his attention back to Elalo, soothing her soul gently and delicately, but the corners of his mouth... rose up little by little.

As a sickly blush appeared on her face, the smile gradually became scary.

"Hide...yourself."