The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"You always like to compare yourself with Xi'er and A'Luo in front of me, Miss Saint, why are you always so confident?"

It's this kind of words, this kind of deliberate contempt, malicious trampling, Mr. Devil...you are really skilled at it, how many women have you played with in this way?

But Xin was not dissatisfied at all. On the contrary, the devil who was trying hard to make her further sin of jealousy was so... cute in the eyes of the saint.

Now, you and I have reversed roles, Mr. Devil.

It's not you who are cooperating with me who is stupid and unaware, but I am...cooperating with you who are gradually looking down on me.

With such a happy mood, Xin pretended to be silent for a long time, and finally shook his head gently:

"I don't have such an idea, I just..."

"…No, it's nothing. Please forget what I said, Mr. Devil."

She lowered her head and said in an extremely complicated tone: "I will continue to learn, learn the ability to redeem you, please forgive my previous rudeness."

The hesitant emotions, the hazy thoughts, the unwilling hesitation, the answer that was never spoken... These behaviors are all good things, good things that make His Royal Highness the Regent further believe that the foolish saint has been further trapped in the net.

There is no doubt that Xin is a genius, but it's a pity that she used this talent in the wrong place.

"Well, back to the question just now, do you think they really didn't march north because they couldn't withstand the blizzard?"

"No." Xin shook his head, "It can be done because Miss Wild Wolf is here."

Anser smiled and said, "Why do you think they never launched a counterattack?"

The saint thought for a while, and then gradually showed an expression as if she had obtained something good.

"Because... the essence."

"In their eyes, the essence of this war is not who defeats whom in the war, but everything outside of the war, it is... you and Miss Devil."

No matter how tolerant, kind, and good Anser was, what was the use? Most nobles would not follow Anser just because he was a good ruler, because in this world, strength was the root.

They would stand on the side of whoever was stronger, so the reason they didn't launch an attack was not entirely because of the blizzard, but more because... no one had the courage to take sides so early. Who dared to say that the probability of Her Royal Highness the Crown Princess fighting her way back to the imperial capital was zero?

Xin did not rely on Ansel's reminder to say these words. He just thought about it for a moment and spoke them out very fluently.

"That's very well said." Anser clapped his hands softly, "I am now a completely different person than I was before, Miss Saint."

"But...it works."

But Xin did not accept Anser's praise, but continued to ask thoughtfully: "What effect does this have on Mr. Devil?"

What use are these fence-sitters to Anther, who gather at the northern border and seem to be working for Anther but may in fact turn to the other side at any time?

I can't tell, it seems to have no effect at all.

Anser laughed heartily: "How can it not work, Miss Saint? The empire must be rebuilt. I said so."

The laughter gradually died down, and his eyes became gradually indifferent.

"So, how can the empire I want to rebuild... contain such weak and shameless profit-seekers?"

filter……

Xin understood Anser's meaning in an instant. Although he said on the surface that there was no blame, in fact, Master Hydra probably wanted to kill those fence-sitters a long time ago.

He allowed these nobles to do this just to screen out those who were worth keeping.

"And you should already be very clear about all this, right, Marina?"

A charming and graceful figure emerged from Anser's shadow. She smiled and nodded: "Yes, Mr. Anser, who is incompetent, who is weak, and who is truly aware... No matter which force or which person, I will present what you want to you."

At the same time, the witch glanced at Xin casually, as if to say: This is not the place for you to stay.

What can you bring to Mr. Anser?

Xin just remained silent.

She wasn't sure if Marina's words about "the same kind" were correct, but she was sure...

I really don't like this bad woman who calls herself a bad woman.

Chapter 5: Their Own Troubles (K)

Amid the howling wind, the young dragon Sif flapped its wings and flew over, landing on the top of the fortress.

It first barked twice flatteringly and happily at Hydra who was looking into the distance, and then nodded its head to Sitana.

"You don't want to change your master, do you?" Xitana looked at the whimpering Sif with a squint, "Do you really want to please Anser?"

"It's not good to be too strict with children, Xi'er."

Ansher withdrew his gaze and reached out to touch Sif's cold head.

He turned to look

The footprints of dragons are all over the continent, so it is not surprising that there are giant dragons in the North, a very special land.

but……

"You've been kidnapped by Xi'er for so long, haven't your parents ever thought of looking for you?"

Hydra sighed: "What irresponsible parents they are."

Sif tilted her icy white head, not understanding what Ansher meant.

Xitana crossed her arms and snorted proudly, "If its parents dare to come, wouldn't it be nice to have them all together?"

"Sif's parents are most likely fifth-level dragons."

"So what? I'm also at level five... eh?"

Hitana frowned, because Ansel's words made her realize something very important that she had always overlooked.

Among the rioting monsters...there seems to be no fifth-level monsters.

Those monsters that were truly powerful and more sensitive to the flow of ether never showed up during this turmoil. Whether she saw or heard anything, Hitana didn't get any news about them at all.

Miss Wolf immediately grabbed Anser's arm, her eyes shining: "Anser, do you know what's going on now?"

After Ansel returned to her, Hitana, who had been either beating people up or on her way to beat people up every day, suddenly broadened her horizons and discovered many strange things that she had never paid attention to before.

The brain has grown!

Although these few words could not provide clear and practical help to Hitana, they at least gave her more direction and made her more alert to problems that she had been unaware of before.

However, before Anser could speak, she shook her head again, frowned and said to herself: "No, no, I have to rely on myself and can't rely on you, Anser."

"It's just a few words, don't you want to ask?" Ansher looked at her with a smile.

"..."

Looking at Ansel's smiling face, Miss Sitana was greatly shaken.

Anyway...it's just a few words anyway, and Ansel likes me the most, so it doesn't matter if he just asks a little bit.

Sitana was hesitant and wanted to agree softly and seek help from Anser, who was the best to her. But just as she was about to open her mouth, she suddenly shuddered and shook her head vigorously: "No, no! Even though it's just a few words... No!"

Anser raised his eyebrows slightly: "Is that so... Then I won't say much, Xi'er, do your best."

Hitana responded somewhat dejectedly. No one knew what had changed her mind, even though she always followed her instincts. Anyway, now she really looked like she wanted to throw herself into Anther's arms, wagging her tail and acting coquettishly. Trying hard to restrain this impulse made her look very frustrated.

It is very difficult to refuse to act coquettishly when the person you like invites you to do so. At least it is like that for Xitana.

Therefore, Miss Wolf could only think of ways to divert her attention and asked other questions: "Where is Anser? How is Anser going to solve the heavy snow in the north? Looking for Ivora?"

Hydra didn't say anything. He just stared at the gray sky and raised one hand.

So the next moment, the wind and snow that Hitana could see, which originally symbolized solidification and freezing, were obeyed by a higher level of power and obeyed the irresistible will, and solidified between heaven and earth.

There was a gleam in Hitana's dark red eyes. She reached out to catch a snowflake that was frozen in mid-air, turned around and blew it into Sif's nostrils. She watched the young dragon sneeze and couldn't help laughing.

She was not amazed at Anser's power to freeze the wind and snow in the sky and earth, nor did she understand how terrifying the level of ether manipulation would be if he did not have special abilities related to space. To her, nothing Anser could do was strange, and Anser would always be the most amazing person in the world.

"Feel it, Xi'er."

Anser's gaze passed through the space he had frozen, as if he was staring at the northernmost tip of the North... or perhaps even something further north.

"Feel?"

Just as she was feeling curious, Hitana came to her senses and felt whether there was anything unusual in the wind and snow controlled by Ansher. The power of the Head of Wind spread in all directions, and the breath of the world was all perceived by Hitana.

The flow of ether blocked by Anther was equivalent to a solidified world in reality. This kind of thing was definitely not what Anther wanted her to perceive. Shitana further radiated the power of the Head of Wind, but did not smell any noteworthy singularities.

Just when Hitana was wondering what Ansel wanted her to feel, in an instant, her eyes suddenly changed.

She saw that in this solidified space, a snowflake suddenly trembled.

As the head of the wind, with a perspective beyond vision, Hitana saw more clearly that the Aether, which was originally tightly locked by Anther, actually began to resist and started... rioting!

"It's really difficult to fight against the world."

Hydra, who held the real snow and the extraordinary ether in his palm, sighed softly. His tone clearly sounded helpless and wanted to give up, but he held the cane and gently tapped the ground.

"!"

Hitana, who was concentrating on sensing the ether riot, suddenly trembled. She subconsciously turned back to look at Anser, and the boy responded with a gentle smile.

However, the shadow of a roaring nine-headed demon snake projected onto the ground behind him made it difficult for anyone except Hitana to feel any gentleness.

"Anser, you..."

"Go on, Xi'er."

Anser's voice sounded, very calm, yet full of majesty.

Hitana rarely heard Ansher speak to her like this, so even though she was wondering why Ansher was making such a fuss, she immediately immersed herself in the perception of the snowstorm.

The blockade that was about to collapse froze again under Ansher's secondary suppression, and Hitana was able to smell something imperceptible, colder, and more turbulent from the chaotic waves that had just come.

"……north."

The girl closed her eyes and murmured softly.

From the moment of blockade and collapse of the ether... Shetana captured the "direction".

The breath always has a source. Even the most chaotic and chaotic storm has a starting point. However, this storm has already swept across the entire Northland. How can people in the middle of it find the direction from which it is raging?

But Hitana found it, not only because Ansor forcibly locked everything in this space, but also because as the head of the contract, she would never let Hydra be humiliated.

To the north of the North, and even further north, Hitana's perception spread along with the power of the Head of Wind. The fleeting breath had almost completely melted in the boundless wind and snow, but she still relied on the remnant that was equivalent to nothing to trace it back to the extreme north of the North.

Only when she could no longer trace any trace did Hitana open her eyes again.

Anser put down his raised hand with relief. The wind, snow and ether of this world finally gained freedom and fell into the chaos that seemed eternal.

"North...what's that in the north?" Xitana opened her eyes and was confused. "The blizzard is coming from that side. No, it's not just a blizzard, there's also this completely chaotic ether..."

"To be precise, this cold and chaotic ether is the reason why this snowstorm has been set off."

Anser said softly, "It's just like a great cold snap, isn't it?"

The nature of this blizzard is no different from the severe cold waves that ravage the north every few decades, but the problem is that no matter how terrible the cold wave is, it will end one day, but this blizzard is so desperate that people can't see the end.

"You should still remember what makes the climate in the North so special, Xier."

Xitana nodded vigorously: "Yes! Anser asked me to read a lot of books at that time... I remember them all. The Northland is because of that... something in the Far North, right?"

When that severe cold wave came, the time she spent in the house with Anser reading and playing was one of the happiest times in Hitana's life. As for what happened after that...it's better not to mention it.

Hitana was deeply impressed by what she learned at that time, such as some fragmentary knowledge about the road to heaven. Although it seems that this knowledge is basically useless to her now, as long as Anser asks, she will be able to answer.

"The coldness of the north comes from the Far North Aether Vortex, which is probably the source of the breath you can feel, Xier. But the question is... why can you feel the existence of this breath?"

Anser looked at Xitana, who was still a little confused, and placed a snowflake on her head.

"…Why? There is no reason for that. I am the Wind Master of Anser."

Miss Wolf scratched her head. She didn't know why this happened.

Anser laughed dumbly and patted Xitana's head gently: "But most of the cold currents from the Far North Vortex have been blocked long ago, right? Otherwise, it would be impossible for people to survive in the North, right?"

“Block… ah!”

Xitana also slapped her forehead hard, and exclaimed in sudden realization: "Uh, what tower is that? Eternal... Eternal what tower?"

"Tower of Eternal Raging Flame."

Anser looked towards the far north, but his ocean-blue eyes only reflected the gray snow and wind. "More than five hundred years ago, the emperor built this tower in order to expand the empire's territory to this cold and desolate land. It contains the flame of feasting, which is enough to easily burn most of the towers in the extreme north cold current."

Looking at Anser's expression, Xitana felt as if she understood something.

"So...so the severe snowstorm in the North right now is because of that tower—"