The villain's way to tame the protagonist

A light screen appeared in the room. Anser slowly straightened up, leaned against the pillow, and looked at the two people in the screen with interest - they were Rogge and Lulis.

And what's a little subtle is that the two of them were also monitoring Ansher, oh no, they were monitoring Hercules who was lying on the bed motionless.

"Rogge, that should be enough, right? Do you still doubt him after all this? He doesn't look like a spy for the nobles to me."

Lulis didn't hear a response, so he looked at his colleague, only to find that the stern look on his face had not diminished in the slightest.

"Damn it..." He slapped his forehead, "Can you stop being so suspicious? We really need kind people like Mr. Hercules to stabilize the public's emotions. Why can't you let go of your hostility towards him, Roger?"

"He's too normal."

Roger stared expressionlessly at Hercules, who was mumbling complaints in the picture: "The suppressed anger due to the situation, the control of the scale of advance and retreat, and the dissatisfaction revealed at this moment... He is too normal, so normal that it is abnormal."

Lulis was stunned for two seconds, and then he became crazy in disbelief: "Have you been suppressing yourself for too long, Rogge? Is it a sin to be a normal person?"

"Even if there are ten thousand reasons to believe that he is a righteous man saved by the Saint, if even one of those ten thousand reasons is wrong, it will cause an irreparable disaster."

Rogge's cold expression did not waver at all: "Don't forget what we are doing now. Do you think that maintaining the safety of 20,000 people can be accomplished by talking?"

"you--"

"It's possible that he was pretending the whole time, and he might even know that we were monitoring him. Until I get substantial evidence, I won't reduce my vigilance against him even a little bit."

Roger's indifferent voice echoed in the dark room of the church. Lulis stared at him for a long time, and finally shook his head and said, "No matter what you say, I can't accept the way you examine Mr. Hercules in this way of examining a prisoner and a sinner. I can feel that he is a good person."

"Feeling." Roger sneered.

"...Listen, Roger, I know you had a difficult time before joining the church-"

Lulis' words came to an abrupt halt, because Rogerson's cold gaze had moved from the projection of the picture in Hercules' room to him.

"You'd better think carefully before you speak." He said word by word, "I became a priest to achieve what I believe is right. It doesn't mean I have become a harmless good person... This black robe is tailor-made for me."

"Lulis, you are a good person, which makes you a respected priest in peacetime, but now there is no peace, only war. No one will respect kindness in war. This noble character is just a weakness that is laughed at in desolation and death."

Rogge paused for a moment, then slowly turned his gaze back to the surveillance screen: "I don't need you to cooperate with me in anything. You just need to keep silent and don't say anything you shouldn't."

Lulis didn't say anything. Perhaps he wanted to say something, but when he moved his gaze from monitoring Anser to the wall, as if looking through the bricks and stones at a small room in the shelter, he finally chose to remain silent and turned and walked out of the dark room.

"We will discuss his role tonight."

And the voice from behind him became smaller and smaller:

"If we just leave him alone and don't let him do anything, he will soon..."

"I'll get suspicious."

Anser spread his hands and said, "Look, Miss Xin, even when you asked me to do something for the civilians in this shelter, it was because you didn't want me to be suspicious."

Hydra shook his head and sighed, "This is the first time I've been hated so much by someone. From the beginning to the end, everything was done with the intention of plotting against me."

"..."

Xin didn't say anything. She just stared at Roger's cold face in the picture, not knowing what she was thinking.

"Aren't you curious about why he did this?"

Anser suddenly poked his head out from the side of Xin's head: "I think this is something worth discussing, Miss Xin."

"Why then, Mr. Devil?"

Xin's voice was very soft, and there was a hazy and ethereal feeling to it.

Mr. Devil smiled and said, "Because he is not trying to prove that he is right. He is just looking for information that can sanction me."

"If it is too clumsy, it is stupid; if it is too perfect, it is false; if it is completely normal, it is normal to the point of abnormality... He is not essentially seeking confirmation, but always fulfilling his duties."

"So no matter how I behave, he will doubt my motives, so he will do whatever it takes to expose my true identity and bury me in this snowstorm."

"He ignores objective logic because he only acts according to his own logic. He ignores the feelings of others because he only makes choices based on his own beliefs... Huh?"

Having said this, Ansel turned his head slightly and stared at Xin. Because he was leaning his head over Xin's shoulder, if he moved forward a little more, his lips would touch the Saint's white, flawless and soft face.

His breath was so hot that it hit Xin's face directly.

"Speaking of which...why do I always feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity? Miss Xin, what do you think?"

Oppress, then dominate.

This is a method that Anser likes very much. He uses various means to erode the opponent's ego and mind bit by bit. In the field of the battle of wills, he slowly crushes the opponent's defense in the most cruel and ruthless way.

Self-doubt, belief pollution, personality distortion...they are nothing more than those means, but whether they can be used well and how to use them well is a very profound art.

dong dong dong-

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and a very young female voice came from outside the door: "Hello, Mr. Hercules, I'm here to bring you hot soup."

Ansher glanced at Xin who was stunned again, and showed a slightly satisfied smile. Then he got out of bed, opened the door, and welcomed the nun in.

"Father Lulis said you have caught a cold and need to drink more hot soup. If it's not enough, please call me again. I live next door to you, Mr. Hercules."

The little nun placed a small pot of hot soup on the table in the room. She sat aside and smiled at Anser sheepishly: "The conditions in the shelter are much worse than before. If it doesn't taste good, just tell me directly."

Mr. Hercules shook his head. "At this time, being able to drink hot soup is better than anything else. What kind of young master would care whether it tastes good or not?"

"...Huh? So you're not a noble?" The little nun was shocked. "I thought you were a noble."

"How can I be considered a noble even though I am in such a state of disgrace while being escorted by priests and passed out?"

"No, no! It's... it's my indescribable temperament. I always feel that Mr. Hercules is a very powerful person."

The little nun shrank back a little shyly: "I hope I didn't offend you."

Anser slowly swallowed the hot soup that was cooling down quickly, exhaled slowly, and joked: "Who would take compliments as an offense? Don't be nervous, Sister... and the soup is delicious."

"Really...really?"

The little nun did not show any joy at the compliment. Instead, she said uneasily, "If you don't like it, you can just tell me... This soup is actually just a stew made by me throwing some ingredients in."

"The old nun who was in charge of cooking fell ill, and no one was in the kitchen at this time. Father Lulis said you wanted to eat, and I thought since you live next door to me, why not let me cook for you."

The moment he heard the word "just right", Xin's eyes moved slightly.

The little nun gritted her teeth and told the truth behind the hot soup in one breath, and said pitifully: "Because Brother Lulis said you are a great man, so I, that... want to please Mr. Hercules. Mr. Hercules, can you please stop hating me for being too snobbish?"

The boy laughed happily and rubbed the little nun's head in a familiar manner: "I'm serious, the soup is really delicious. Your level doesn't seem like a substitute."

After that, he chatted with the little nun named Lily for a long time. Only after they finished all the hot soup did the little nun Lily reluctantly leave with the pot in her arms, looking as if she wanted to continue talking to Ansel about more things.

"Although women of every age have their own beauty, the cuteness of young girls is the most impressive part no matter when you see them... Don't you agree, Miss Saint?"

"just."

Ke Xin said this very confusing word, then slowly turned his head and stared at Anser.

"That nun just said, just in time."

"So, it just so happened...what happened?" Ansher looked at him with interest.

"That's right, is it Father Roger?"

Xin tilted his head slightly. "It just so happens that this is such a determined and stubborn priest. It just so happens that this is a young priest who can contact these two priests. It just so happens that Mr. Devil knows him so well after just meeting him a few times. And it just so happens that he can use him to put pressure on me."

"I think it's essentially the same as what the nun said. It's not a coincidence, but an arrangement."

"That's really...an interesting statement." Anser raised his eyebrows slightly. "Ms. Xin is making progress, and her imagination is also growing."

"Where's Miss Crow?"

The expression on Ansher's face froze for a moment.

"Mr. Devil must have known about the church's establishment of the shelter in advance. It is not difficult to obtain the list of priests and the corresponding information. With these, we can select the appropriate chess pieces that can be used by you, Mr. Devil. And getting these things... is not difficult for Miss Crow."

This time, it was Xin who leaned forward slightly towards Anser, and his holy blue eyes seemed to embrace everything about Anser.

"Ms. Crow, it's in a shelter somewhere, right?"

Her pink lips trembled slightly, and Anser even saw the corners of her mouth rising a little bit.

Xin... is laughing?

"Isn't that right, Mr. Devil?" she repeated.

Anser stared at her for a long time, then suddenly chuckled: "I taught you, Miss Xin, instead of showing off your little success here, it is better to pretend that you have been affected and hide it..."

"Hide yourself."

Xin said this, raised his hand and placed it on Anser's cheek.

"But how do you know that I haven't hidden myself well, Mr. Devil?"

I was able to expose your conspiracy so calmly, and I knew it would be more advantageous to hide it but I didn't do it. What on earth am I hiding... Do you know?

I know you are not afraid of me, Mr. Devil, but that's because you feel that I am transparent in your eyes... Maybe it was true before.

But now, are you sure whether I am bluffing or really holding back?

I know you will be afraid of me being like this, no longer being at your mercy.

Staring at Anser's slightly frozen expression, Xin stroked his face, doing the same thing Anser had done to her before. The only regret was that she couldn't say those words directly back to Anser, and could only repeat them over and over in her heart.

You are so cute, Mr. Devil.

Chapter 7: Hero (K)

Two days had passed since Anser arrived at this shelter, two days of doing nothing.

With an upright and noble spirit, he was abandoned in the wind and snow, and after escaping death, he returned to this icy hell, but all he got were lies. Mr. Hercules showed the frustration, indifference, and restraint that an ordinary person should have. Even though he was extremely unwilling, in the end he could only use this almost desperate attitude as his means of resistance.

Fortunately, perhaps because of Father Lulis's kindness and guilt, Mr. Hercules had a lively and lovely little nun living next door to keep him company and chat.

"Mr. Hercules, are you really just an ordinary person?"

On the street covered with a thin layer of snow, the little nun Lily was using her magic to make a snow sculpture. Judging from the image, it should be the Ouroboros representing God in the Church of the Holy Alliance.

While she was carefully and conscientiously using her not-so-skilled divine arts to piece together the snowflakes into a ring, she curiously put her head through the middle of the ring and said, "Priest Lulis clearly said that you are a great person. Why do you always emphasize to me that you are an ordinary person?"

"I don't think I have any merit for Reverend Lulis to call me 'remarkable'."

Anser shook his head while holding the hot tea. "I was indeed born in a farming family. If Sister Lily really thinks there is something special about me, it is probably because my family is relatively wealthy."

"Rich? Is Mr. Hercules' family rich?"

"Well... maybe 7,000 sheep, 3,000 camels, 500 yoke of oxen, and 500 female donkeys."

Puff.

The Ouroboros snow sculpture that Lily had held in mid-air shattered to pieces. Some pieces melted into the snow, and some pieces piled up on top of her head. She was extremely shocked and screamed, "Can this be considered an ordinary person? Mr. Hercules, you really are lying to me!"

The little girl's shocked and angry look made Anser laugh: "I was joking, Sister Lily, how could anyone raise camels in the North?"

“…Oh, that seems to be the case.”

The little nun realized it later and her already red face became even redder. She shook off the snow on her head and stomped her feet angrily: "Mr. Hercules, you can't bully a nun like this!"

There was not much malice in her tone of voice, but rather it was adorable and cute, with a heart-warming purity and beauty.

"I'm really sorry." Anser winked at Lily. "Can you forgive me, Sister Lily?"

Sister Lily's eyes were dazed for a moment. After she came to her senses, she immediately turned her head and snorted in a gradually rising voice: "Only this time, Mr. Hercules, if you bully me again, hehe..."

She waved her fist which was wrapped in pure white light: "I will punish you!"

Although he doesn't have a face that can catch all the members of the Imperial Family of Shengyan, Anser's personality won't let him make an ordinary face. Even if it is a disguised appearance, it must be within Anser's aesthetic standards. As for what his aesthetic standards are... it can only be said that it is not something a little nun can withstand.

"Then I can only hope that Sister Lily will show mercy when the time comes - hiss..."

Anser shivered. Although the temperature inside the shelter was much different from that in the outside world, even if he was not inside the house, it was still impossible for an ordinary person like him to stay there for long.

Lily immediately trotted over and squatted in front of him. She covered Anser's hands, which were holding the cold tea, with her small white hands and complained in a low voice: "Why do you expect me to show mercy? Shouldn't you promise not to bully me?"

Waves of warmth spread throughout Anser's body through the extremities that were most susceptible to cold. The boy closed his eyes and let out a comfortable sigh that made the girl fantasize endlessly.

"I'm the bad guy who likes to tease girls in school. I can't guarantee that I won't bully Sister Lily."

The little nun wrinkled her nose and said, "It's the kind of person I hate, Mr. Hercules. Why do you like to bully others?"

But her ears unconsciously turned a light red, probably because of the hot breath from Ansel, or more likely because Mr. Hercules was much more handsome than the kind of people she hated.

"Because I like her." Anser smiled, "I only tease people I like because I think they look cute when they are teased."

"……Eh?"

Lily looked up at Anser blankly, but before she could say anything nonsense with her face flushed, Mr. Hercules, who liked to play tricks on people, lowered his head and said softly:

"But she's dead. They're all dead. The people I loved, the people I cared about, everything I ever had."