The villain's way to tame the protagonist

On the screen, a beautiful girl with snow-white hair was talking to a noble with an impatient look on her face.

[I told you, I don't have time to waste with you. ]

[You mentioned before that you would let me bear the cost of coal to help the poor survive this cold wave...]

[…It doesn’t mean that the nobles of the entire Red Frost Territory can’t do it]

[No need to spend a penny of Mr. Haidera's money]

In that extremely clear picture, all the people who had received Hydra’s grace and praised Hydra countless times during the cold wave saw the girl saying—

[This way, Hydra doesn't have to spend any money at all, and can also earn a great reputation! ]

Ps:

The torture is about to begin. I don't know how these two chapters will feel. Anyway, when I wrote it myself, I felt that my writing skills were insufficient and I couldn't express Xi Gougou's despair better. It couldn't reach the perfection I expected. I can only say that I tried my best and still need to work hard to improve (sigh) qunyi⑥⑧贰壹77伊溜

Chapter 66: Great Despair Part 3

That light screen was playing the conversation between Sitana and Count Solidstone, and it was cleverly making some... cuts and adjustments.

The whole conversation revealed such a message:

Hydra publicized its own greatness in public, but secretly sent people to ask the nobles to pay for the coal. Without paying anything, it gained huge fame for nothing.

This scene even made the poor people who were hiding in their houses come out, walk onto the cold streets with disbelief on their faces, and stare at the looping scene.

"What...what's going on?"

"This is fake! The nobles are slandering Lord Hydra!"

"But, but that girl...isn't she Lord Hydra's most trusted subordinate?"

A chill more bitterly cold than winter spread across the white streets.

Xitana looked at the light curtain with great horror. From her skin to her muscles, from her muscles to her meridians, from her meridians to her bones, every part and every cell of her body began to tremble with horror.

She had never, ever felt such fear before.

"Haha...hahahaha!"

A mournful, old laugh echoed across the empty snowy ground. A pale-faced old man staggered and pushed open his shabby wooden door, then fell into the snow.

"It's all fake... It's all fake! From Lianna to Rentel, from Fubersent to Cantrell, and now to Hydra... Has anything changed over the years? Nothing!"

He pointed at the young people who came out, trembling all over, looking at the light screen in dismay, and laughed crazily:

"You actually believed the nobles' lies! Over the years, with so many nobles, who didn't promise this and that at the beginning... How come Hydra just gave you some extra benefits now, do you think he is really a good person?"

“They never cared about us!”

The desperate cry that almost sounded like tears echoed in the sky. The old man's hands sunk into the snow, tears streaming down his face:

"Mel... My Mel, you actually believed that beastly noble would save us. I am the one who should die. It is obviously me who should die... Why did you..."

He held his head and sobbed miserably.

It's like a dream.

People who live, or rather, struggle to survive in this barren area, spending their days in a numb state with no hope, seem to have had a beautiful but short dream.

They truly believed that the gentle and kind young nobleman, who was also ruthless, would bring them a bright future.

That day, that impassioned and inspiring speech is still vivid in my mind.

He clearly said that if fate wanted death to take their lives, he would make sure they survive the cold wave.

The people present, looking at the light curtain, gradually collapsed, and indeed survived.

But what about those who didn't survive?

What about those who have been touched by your commitment and sincerity, who have been inspired, who look forward to the future, and who praise you with all their hearts?

How many people are forced to walk into the wind and snow in order to reduce calorie consumption, embarking on the road to death in the name of seeking help?

Who are those ice sculptures? Whose husband, whose wife, whose child, whose relative, whose friend?

The dark torrent began to sweep everything away.

Xitana stood up. She couldn't let this go on like this. This was clearly... This was clearly her fault! It had nothing to do with Hydra! It was her idea to let the nobles bear all the expenses, not Anser.

...No, Anser?

In a trance, Hitana's mind flashed with her sister's extremely shocked and angry expression, the ruthless slap in the face, and...Ansher's half-smile.

Wait, why...

Why, Anser and sister, didn't you stop me?

They clearly knew it, so why... didn't they stop me?

When this extremely terrifying thought arose in Hitana's mind, about to destroy her remaining self, she suddenly felt a pain in the back of her head.

"……It's you."

The trembling girl bit her lip while holding the thin iron rod tightly in her hand and screamed, "It's you! It's you who killed Dad, it's you!"

Bang!Bang!Bang!

That thin and petite body burst out with strength that she shouldn't have in despair and rage. The girl swung the iron rod and hit Hitana's back of the head hard.

"Go to hell...Go to hell! I actually saved you. I actually thought that you and I were the same person...Go to hell! Bastard! Go to hell!"

Even after experiencing ruthless self-abuse, this level of attack actually had no effect on Shitana. However, the hysterical roar and the unyielding smashing made Shitana have no will or strength to resist.

The weakness and collapse of her soul caused her body to lose the strength that she was proud of.

She was so nice to me just now, and now...she wants to kill me.

Ah...isn't this a matter of course? It's all my own fault.

Among those who died was her father.

With her consciousness already in chaos, Shitana fell to the ground, thinking in a trance.

It would be great if she could really kill him.

Would she feel better this way?

The wounded wolf endured the pain again and again in silence. The little girl's hands were worn out and the iron rod was bent, but it did not cause any substantial harm to her.

“…Is he dead?”

The girl gasped for air, looked at the girl lying on the ground, motionless, and kicked her viciously in the stomach.

"Pooh!"

She spat a mouthful of sweet saliva on Xitana's face: "Just die outside like this... No, dying is too easy for you, there are many disgusting guys in the outer city... I will throw you outside, even if you die, I will let you be torn to pieces by them!"

The intense horror and malice that penetrated into her bones caused Hitana's heart to twitch.

She didn't dare open her eyes to look at the little girl. She was afraid that when she opened her eyes, she would see not a human but an evil ghost.

Shitana felt her body being dragged little by little, but it seemed that because she had used too much strength when hitting Shitana just now, the little girl, who was already exhausted, had no strength to continue dragging after being dragged twice.

"It doesn't matter... huh... I can just call them over... You have to pay the price, all of it... all of it!"

The little girl pushed the door open, panting, and Shitana fell to the ground speechlessly, curling up into a ball.

All this...why is this happening?

As she was thinking this, she heard the sound of heavy footsteps outside.

But it wasn't coming towards the house, but... across the street.

It seemed that a lot of people, more and more people came out of their houses and walked onto the streets in the shivering cold.

Sitana heard...their cries:

"Go find Hydra!"

"Go find Hydra!"

"Go find Hydra!"

Angry, puzzled, frightened, confused, desperate... shouts.

The poor who had been fooled and fell from hope to despair shouted like this, and between this white world, they gathered into a dark torrent that gushed out in a mighty manner.

What gave them the courage? No one knew, maybe it was because Hydra had never hurt any civilians, maybe they had never seen Hydra's army and thugs, maybe... maybe it was just because of the disintegrating faith and the rationality that turned to dust.

The little girl no longer cared about Shitana, perhaps because she also took the initiative to throw herself into the rolling black stream to seek an explanation from the culprit.

After the shouting, everything fell silent.

And in this silence, Hitana, who was no longer willing to think about anything, suddenly opened her eyes.

She supported herself with her hands and staggered to her feet with great difficulty. Under her dirty and messy hair, her dark red eyes were lifeless. Despite her fragility...she still retained a last bit of strength.

"I can't...die here. It can't end like this."

The wolf licked its wounds, spat out blood and pain, and clenched its teeth.

"The answer...I will find the answer from Anser and my sister."

"And, at least..."

She dug her nails into her palms, letting the still-hot blood stimulate her senses.

"At least, Xitana..."

That unyielding wildness still flickered even when she was on the verge of collapse.

"You can never evade your responsibility."

"I must bear all this!"

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Noise, yelling, weeping... countless sounds surrounded Anser's mansion, but the young man sitting in the study looking at the snowy scenery had a calm expression, without the slightest hesitation.

"Master."

Savile bowed slightly and said, "Do you need to deal with those people who incited public sentiment that you arranged?"

"That won't be necessary, Xavier."

The young Hydra calmly replied: "I never need to hide anything in front of Xitana."

The old butler always obeyed orders, so he changed the subject: "Your plan seems to have come to an end."

"It's just a little bit short." Anser finally had a smile on his face, "It's just a little bit short, the most crucial thing."

Hearing this, Savile couldn't help but sigh: "It was a long and time-consuming training. Miss Xitana should feel honored and grateful from the bottom of her heart to be treated like this by you."

"You can't say that to her now, Xavier."

Anser shook his head: "She will fight you to death."

Thus, silence fell again between the master and the servant, and Ansher returned to the beginning, looking at the snow scene, and the people on the street with an indescribable calm expression that contained unknown emotions.

He did not feel happy that he was manipulating the minds and actions of these people, nor did he feel disgusted or dissatisfied with their usurpation and madness.

He just calmly watched everything happen, watching the facts that happened according to what his thoughts determined.

Only when he is alone, or with the person he trusts the most, will Anser rarely reveal his true emotions and true face.

"She's arrived."

After an unknown amount of time, Ansher suddenly spoke.

Xavier bowed slightly: "I'll go inform Miss Marina."

Anser nodded, picked up his cane and walked out.

It was obvious that the training was almost successful, and everything was going as he expected, reaching the climax of the penultimate act.

After today's drama comes to an end, when the last scene of the drama comes to an end, everything will be destined. He will achieve an unprecedented victory and will plunder his first spoils from that damn fate.

He will achieve an unparalleled feat that no one else in this world can possibly accomplish.

But Ansir Hydra, who witnessed everything that Xitana went through, just walked with a blank expression.

He doesn't seem happy.

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