The villain's way to tame the protagonist

White and tender, with a reddish tint due to the cold, but still very beautiful hands.

Red, red...red?

In a trance, Xitana felt a sticky, stagnant and slippery touch on her hands.

Tick.

Tick.

She raised her head tremblingly and looked around.

It was a pile of broken body parts, without blood, flesh and bones, so clean, so beautiful, like a work of art...

"what!!!"

With another scream... the wolf fled madly.

Escaped from this hell that she didn't have the courage to face.

Chapter 65: Great Despair Part 2

Even if the severe cold wave ends, not many people will be willing to take to the streets.

Snow, severe cold, desolation, depression... these will last for a long time and are the consequences brought about by the severe cold wave, which are more serious than the cold wave itself.

But no matter how serious the consequences are, they are nothing compared to death.

And on this empty and pale street, there was a person trudging in the snow.

Her eyes were dull, her face was pale, and her expression was confused, like a... walking doll.

Sitana saw more death.

Everything started with her death.

The scattered ice sculptures silently told of the pure despair they had experienced.

Why did they leave the warmth of the coal-burning house and walk toward the cold, heartless death?

Because they have no choice.

Who knows what the coal is like? Just as Marina said, it was made with shoddy materials, inferior, or even impossible to ignite...

If the coal was really enough for them to survive the cold wave, who would be willing to die?

And why come out again?

Is there any need to ask? Of course it is to seek help.

In order to seek help from the great Lord Hydra, who had generously promised them that he would help them survive the great cold wave.

Everyone, every desperate person, sets out on the cold and dead road with such hope.

"It's because I..."

The girl trembled pitifully and said to herself, "Is it really... because of me?"

She actually already had the answer. Marina's judgment of her could not be simpler or clearer.

Her sister's cold and ruthless words plunged Hitana into a despair that she could not accept.

hell.

She created hell herself.

So many people who should have survived, so many people who had the chance to see hope, ended up ending their lives in the wind and snow.

And all this was caused by her alone.

Hitana's stomach began to cramp when she suddenly thought of these people on the first day, the second day, the third day... while they were shivering in the cold, their bodies and souls eroded by despair as they watched the inferior coal fail to burn. At the same time, she was running happily without any burden in a warm house without any cold at all, wearing only a short shirt.

As they watched the flames die out and darkness fell completely, she broke a heat lamp that could have saved the family of three, and then completely ignored it after being comforted by Anther.

When they were forced to walk from the already extremely cold room to an even colder and lifeless road to death, just to seek the last glimmer of hope from the kind and great people in that mansion...

She enjoyed the most sumptuous food, bathed in clean and warm hot water, and was able to write that ridiculous and absurd diary in the warmth and happiness that made her intoxicated.

At that time, she was only separated from them by a door.

The person who has already walked to the door and may be able to knock on it with a wave of his hand, what was he thinking at that time?

"vomit--"

Sitana fell to her knees uncontrollably, retching.

Her twitching and spasming stomach seemed to be questioning her faults and denouncing her crimes.

Everything is ruined.

Her hopes, Anser's reputation, and most importantly... the lives of those who should have lived.

It's all destroyed.

Tears rolled down that numb and pale face.

The pupils without luster and focus just dried up and squeezed out tears, filled with all the girl's despair, regret, and pain——

But so what?

If she sincerely repents for her mistakes now, will the dead come back?

Perhaps... perhaps the only consolation is that the number of poor people who survived this severe cold wave is indeed much greater than before. The nobles may dare to do something, but they dare not do nothing.

But would this allow her to forgive herself? Those people, those people should have lived, no one should have died in this natural disaster.

All this is because of her arrogance, her conceit, her ridiculous... self-righteousness.

Hitana, who was once proud of her "achievement", punched him hard in the abdomen without holding back at all.

"vomit!"

She had already fallen to her knees and was almost lying on the ground. The girl, with tears streaming down her face, hunched over and punched herself again and again.

"Beast...beast...beast!"

"Shitana...you...beast!"

The stomach acid vomited out of her mouth turned into saliva, and then turned into blood. With her fists and abdomen numb from the pain, Shitana staggered to her feet and continued walking unsteadily.

She walked a very long way - it was not until now that Hitana realized that the distance from the outer city to the inner city, and the distance between those poor people and Anser's mansion... were so far away.

What kind of mood did they have when they embarked on that road of no return? Those people who fell in front of Anser's mansion...what kind of willpower did they have to walk such a long and desperate road in the snowstorm of death?

"Cough...cough..."

They trusted Ansher so much that even if they had to walk that cold and dead road, they were willing to believe that as long as they could see Hydra, everyone could be saved.

But in the end, no one was saved.

Hitana didn't know how long she had been walking in the snow. The blood she coughed up left a long crimson trail on the snow.

The number of ice corpses she saw was decreasing, and they were getting closer and closer to the outer city area, which meant that these were probably the only poor people who were heading out in despair.

But how many of these are there?

Hitana no longer knew how many ice corpses she had seen. She didn't know how many people who had high hopes and longings for Anser had resolutely walked towards death.

She came to the outer city area and stood in the snow, looking at everything in a daze.

It was all white and dead silent.

"Cough...cough cough!"

Xitana covered her abdomen and shouted hoarsely, "Is there anyone... Is there anyone alive? Did you all make it?!"

She felt the gazes coming from all directions. No one spoke, but in this barren outer city area, many people who should not have been able to survive the cold wave did survive.

Xitana thought she could find some comfort from this, but she found that... the guilt that almost swallowed her showed no sign of easing.

Marlena's sad whispers as she closed her eyes lingered in her mind.

【Originally, everyone could survive】

Xitana collapsed to the ground, falling onto the thick snow.

She couldn't vent, nor did she have the right to vent her pain. She could only close her eyes and let it consume her.

In the face of this sense of guilt, what does the so-called cold and pain matter?

Among the dilapidated low buildings around, there was a wooden door that was opened a crack.

The person behind the wooden door observed for a long time, finally gritted his teeth, pushed the door open, rushed out, and hurried to Shitana's side.

"Hey you."

A girl with rough skin pulled Xitana up and asked, "Are you okay?"

"...?"

Shitana stared blankly at the girl whose skin turned red in the biting cold, not knowing how to answer.

"Why did you vomit so much blood!" The girl was shocked. "You dared to come to the outer city with such a serious injury... You really are not afraid of death!"

She looked around warily, glaring at those malicious eyes, and helped Xitana into her room.

When she walked into the room, Hitana finally realized what was happening in the chaos - it turned out that a normal room was so cold.

She had actually somewhat forgotten what it felt like to live in such a cold and dilapidated house.

The flame burning in the fireplace proved that the girl was a lucky one who received normal financial support and at least survived the natural disaster intact.

"I really don't know what's wrong with you. The severe cold wave just passed, and you're seriously injured, yet you still dare to run around outside."

"..." Looking at her squatting by the fireplace and warming herself by the fire, Xitana asked in a hoarse voice, "Aren't you afraid that I... am a bad person?"

"Um……"

The girl tilted her head. "Bad guys wouldn't say something like 'Is anyone still alive?' with that pitiful expression, would they?"

"You didn't..." The girl looked at her numb and pale face and asked hesitantly, "Didn't you get the normal coal?"

Sitana opened her mouth, not knowing what to say.

Should she kneel down before this girl, kowtow to her, and tell her, I am the one who prevented you from getting normal coal?

"If you ask me, every one of those nobles should have been killed long ago."

The girl sighed, then said angrily, "Lord Hydra wanted to do things for us so badly, but they cut corners! Most people should have been able to survive, but now, now..."

She looked at the other bed in the room with a gloomy expression.

"...But I believe that Lord Hydra will do us justice."

The girl comforted Xitana: "Don't worry, he will definitely kill all those nobles! To avenge those who died!"

Shitana pulled the corners of her mouth and forced a smile.

This might be the only good thing she heard on this desperate morning.

That is, the civilians of Red Frost City still trust Ansor, and trust Hydra, who gave them a future and hope.

This finally reduced one of her unforgivable sins.

"I think we should kill that earl, too? Jianshi? He's so hypocritical! There are still many people in the outer city who appreciate his kindness. Don't think that no one can see through his hypocritical face. That guy doesn't even treat us as human beings..."

As if to divert Shitana's attention, the girl kept expressing her indignation. Those familiar words also made the wolf feel comforted.

Then--

"... and those merchants who made the quality of coal so bad, they must all be killed! All of them--"

[You are finally back. What have you been doing? What took you so long? ]

The slight flush of blood that had just appeared on Hitana's face disappeared in an instant.

"Hey, that's strange, where does that sound come from?"

The girl put her face against the window with a strange look on her face: "Why is the voice so similar to yours..."

“…very similar?”

The girl muttered dully as she looked at the open space in the middle of the residential area.

Because what she saw there was... an enlarged screen of light.