The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Lulis shook his head. "How is that possible? Most of the communication methods are useless. Even if we use divine magic to communicate, this violent ether environment also causes communication to be intermittent. Forget about contacting Padra. I can't even contact Ranma, who is closest to us."

Rogge stood up and took out a scroll from his arms without saying a word. When the scroll was spread on the table, it immediately enlarged and in the blink of an eye became a three-dimensional map with fluorescent spots scattered everywhere.

Anser was right. The church was abnormally well prepared. This map marked every shelter and safe zone of the church. This obviously could not have been completed after the blizzard came, but was a plan that had been completed before that.

"This is Padra's safe zone... It's closer to the northern border and less affected by the blizzard."

Rogge pointed to a fluorescent spot on the edge of the map, and then pointed to the center of the map: "This is our base... We have already penetrated deep into the north. If we continue forward, we will soon be close to the bases of the two Grand Dukes."

"And between Padra and our base..."

The black-robed priest blankly scanned a series of fluorescent dots: "There are so many safe zones and shelters."

Lulis gradually reacted. He looked at the route, his eyes slightly widened, and he said in disbelief: "She is... coming all the way towards us?"

"Whether she came to us from the beginning or suddenly changed her target and came to us...either way, it means that she came to us on purpose."

The black-robed priest, who had a keen sense of smell and was extremely vigilant, sneered, "If she really wanted to save every civilian, why didn't she come across any of the many shelters along the way? Even if she did, even if she was just chatting with us like she did just now, it would be impossible for her to get to us in such a short time."

"But...but what's the reason?" Lulis couldn't understand at all. "Are we worth that Lance's efforts? Or is she coming for Priest Mura...but even Priest Mura in his prime is no match for her."

"It doesn't matter what the reason is. What matters is that we can confirm that she has bad intentions."

Rogge put away the scroll and said expressionlessly: "Her proposal cannot be accepted, whether it is her, the other Lance, or the so-called regent... the powerful are never trustworthy."

The result is that they are back to square one - even if they want to reject Sitana, what qualifications do they have to do so?

Could we tell her that we already have a way to save everyone, so we don't need to bother you, Lord Lance? What's the point of just saying it? Could it be that a hero really descended from the sky to lead them -

"Are you... busy?"

The boy's head poked out from the crack in the door, with a look of confusion and shame on his handsome face.

"I just...sorry to bother you."

He seemed to have something he was too embarrassed to say, and after barging into the meeting so recklessly, he hurriedly tried to escape.

"and many more!"

Lulis and Roger looked at each other, and they said the word almost at the same time.

Mr. Hercules' steps froze slightly. He turned his head again. Because he was being stared at by many priests, his expression was somewhat unnatural: "What's going on?"

Lulis strode up to Anser and placed his hands heavily on his shoulders.

"Mr. Hercules, do you remember what I said to you yesterday?"

The priest said with great solemnity:

"Please, be a hero."

"……what?"

Although he wanted to laugh, very, very much, but as a fully engaged and extremely dedicated performer, Anser still showed perfect confusion and astonishment.

The battle between the hero and the wolf...is it a cliché or a classic story?

But no matter whether it is cliché or the right way, if the priests knew that the heroic reserve who was recognized by the saint had used his blazing holy sword to pierce the wolf countless times last night... then how would the little hope that they had finally regained be shattered?

Chapter 122: This feeling that only I am not good enough

You deal with Sitana Lancemalos.

I?

Lulis knew that if he said such words directly, Mr. Hercules would only look at him as an idiot, so he could only temporarily give Anser an illusory goal in the name of a hero.

Because the only one they can rely on at this moment is the righteous man recognized by the saint - to be precise, the saint whose whereabouts no one knows and what she is doing now.

Being saved without the purpose of redemption... that can only mean that Hercules must have played a huge role in something.

There is no one in this world who follows the Coordination more than the Saint. If Hercules can be saved by her without cleansing his sins, then the Coordination will definitely bring about an impact that no one can predict for this young man at a more critical moment.

"But isn't there already a hero here?" Mr. Hercules looked away slightly. "Since Lord Lance will help the civilians in the shelter and even help more people, it should be nothing for me to do."

"That... may not be the case."

Lulis could not tell them what they believed to be the truth. After all, asking an ordinary person who had nothing to do with the church before to fight against the most dangerous monster in the empire for the church was really asking too much.

Anser couldn't help but show some doubt: "What do you mean by maybe? Didn't you talk to Lord Lance about it?"

"It's not that we didn't reach an agreement, it's..." Lu Lishi paused and said helplessly, "We can't always pin all our hopes on one person. I mean, if Lord Lance can have... have a helper, everyone's safety can be better guaranteed, right?"

"...I don't think I can solve problems that people like that can't solve."

Anyone would say something like this after being nearly torn to pieces by a destructive fist at close range.

In the twisted empire maintained by the Emperor, the way in which the extraordinary beings demonstrate their lawlessness is often through their "omnipotence" rather than pure violence.

But Hitana only has this pure violence, and with this violence, she achieves another kind of "omnipotence".

The impact she brought was worthy of the word subversion for everyone living in the twisted order of the empire.

"Strength can't solve all problems, Hercules."

Rogge, who had always been wary and even hostile to Hercules, spoke slowly: "If she could destroy the endless snowstorm covering the north with one punch, then it would have nothing to do with you. But she can't. The help she provides is based on the wishes of the nobles."

"We are not sure whether Lance Malros can control those nobles. At least from her performance, she can only throw punches."

He avoided doubts about Sitana's motives and focused on the control of noble support, providing Mr. Hercules with a very convincing reason.

——But this itself is a deception, deceiving an ordinary person who has no obligation to do this and become an enemy of the Scourge Wolf.

Hercules wavered, but still hesitated: "I need to... think about it again. Give me some time. Sorry."

"…It's okay. Please don't feel too burdened by our words."

Many people saw Mr. Hercules walk out of the church in a daze, but the refugees who should have known him only looked at him for a moment. Even if someone could recall that this handsome young man seemed to have appeared on the city wall yesterday, they didn't care why he was there.

Everyone was eagerly discussing matters concerning Hitana and His Highness Anther. Although the hero was not the one originally chosen by the church, the final result was still good and everyone should be happy.

"So what do you think I should do?"

As he walked, Mr. Hercules' confused pace gradually became steady, and the confused thought on his face turned into a faint smile: "Agree or refuse? Miss Saint?"

"Will Mr. Devil take my advice into consideration?"

Miss Xin's voice was indifferent, and it could be seen that she was indeed very unhappy after being treated so coldly yesterday.

"Anyway, you already have someone more worthy of your dependence."

……Um?

Of course, Ansher could hear the overly obvious jealousy in these words, but the problem was that even if Xin was really entangled in jealousy, he was not the kind of person who would say such words.

This inexplicable deliberateness...

Just like the gradually increasing vigilance and suspicion towards Xin before, the danger represented by the abnormality shown by Xin is not the abnormality itself, but the unknown and unpredictable beneath this abnormality.

Xin seemed to have regarded this method as her own strategy. Even though she could not defeat Anser with it, she could curb Anser's wanton manipulation of her. It had to be said that it was quite effective.

Did I teach her too well?

Mr. Devil occasionally falls into such contemplation recently, but he quickly lets it go.

After all, Xin is fate's last line of defense. If she also falls into her own hands, no matter how much fate gives to the hero, it will be too late. It is not surprising that the Saint Lady has any progress or changes. Anser has already made such mental preparations.

During the trip to the West, he had successfully stepped on the brakes at the last moment when Marina was completely out of control. This time, with the lessons from the previous three girls, Anser would not even give fate the chance to let Xin lose control.

He would never again look down upon the girl who seemed to be being toyed with by him, and would never again fall into the trap of fate because of this contempt.

"You're not wrong to say that. After all, Xi'er and Marina are by my side now... I really don't need you for anything."

Anser's eyes dropped slightly, and his shadow cast on the snow moved slightly, like a lady lifting her skirt to salute.

"But..." Mr. Devil chuckled, "Miss Xin, you won't give up just like that, right?"

He gazed at Xin with great joy and anticipation, like a hard-working teacher who is expecting his students to grow healthily.

But in Xin's eyes, this is actually a kind of... temptation.

How could the expectation in Mr. Devil's eyes, the expectation for her salvation, not be an evil temptation that she could not refuse?

The saint lowered her eyes and responded in a very calm voice: "Yes, Mr. Devil, I will not give up just like that. I already know what you are going to do."

Just like what happened in East Port...Ansher is turning her into a tool to hone Sitana. Her devil is going to use her once again just to make the girl he really cares about become what he wants.

"I will fight back, Mr. Devil."

Xin, who was standing side by side with Anser, stared at his profile and said, "I will not let you control me anymore. Please...be prepared."

Although Xin believed in her heart that Ansel actually wanted to make her fall, she couldn't deceive herself that everything Ansel did was entirely for her.

Because sin does not deceive, Xin did not deceive herself. In order to save Mr. Devil, she was willing to bear the sin of jealousy.

Since she was jealous, it meant that she knew in her heart how much Ansher did for Ming Furo and how much for herself.

So... she never wanted to taste that feeling again, the cold, deep, dark feeling that she couldn't describe in words.

She would never become a whetstone for Sitana again.

Mr. Devil laughed heartily: "Then I am looking forward to what you will do. Do your best, Miss Xin. After all -"

"An-ser!"

Anser, who had already walked to an empty corner of the shelter, heard the joyful shouts from the one who had been wandering all night yesterday.

Well... although the nature is different, they are essentially cries caused by the joy that Anser brings.

Hitana's figure fell from the sky and hung on Anther like a koala.

"Finally we're somewhere where there's no one. It's so hard to get close to you in this shelter."

Miss Wolf, who likes to act like a spoiled child, first rubbed Anser's cheek, then hugged his neck and said with a pout, "This is so troublesome, Anser. Can't you just change their perception and make them not see that I am sticking to you?"

"Why, wasn't the umbrella last night enough?" Ansher held up Hitana's slender and flexible waist with a smile.

"Tsk, it's only one night. I'm not that weakling Ming Fuluo. If I hadn't had something to do this morning... I could have just postponed it to tonight!"

With her head held high, Xitana uttered some very powerful words: "I have become very powerful, and Anser can no longer be like before..."

"is it?"

If Sitana had a tail now, her fluffy tail would have stood up on her back, with every hair standing up.

The dignified and elegant witch lady folded her hands in front of her abdomen, standing in Anser's shadow, and smiled at her powerful sister: "It seems that Xitana doesn't need my help very much."

"No, no, no, no... I don't mean..."

Shitana jumped directly off Ansher. No one knew whether she was so excited because of her complicated feelings towards Marina, or because she didn't have Marina's help last night. There was a high probability that she would be played by Ansher until she lost consciousness.

Miss Wolf, who had always been extremely tough with Marina and even threatened her, now has trouble being tough and even having a conversation with her on an equal footing. She always appears timid in front of Marina.

——How did she get Marina's help, and why Marina was willing to help this sister who had clearly claimed that they were not on the same path, even Ansher didn't know.

Anyway, from what it looks like now, Miss Wolf must have paid, um... a considerable price.

Marina remained dignified and reserved as her sister immediately became at a loss when she touched her. She chuckled and said, "Okay, it's just a joke."

The witch lady swayed her slender waist and leaned gently against Ansel. In the blink of an eye, she naturally hugged his arm. She bent her eyebrows and her smile was so gentle and sweet that people wanted to drown in it.

"I will not give up Mr. Anser's love for this reason."

She leaned on Anser's shoulder and sighed sadly:

"Otherwise, I can only watch you and Mr. Anser being intimate, but I can't do anything... Isn't this pitiful?"

"..."

Xin remained silent, while Xitana scratched her head and said awkwardly: "That's true, hahahaha..."

Ansel gave Xin a very innocent look, indicating that all this had nothing to do with him.

After all, at the end of last night, although Ansel didn't ask her to stay, he didn't reject her either. It was Marina who suddenly appeared and blocked Xin's way, leaving Xin with no choice but to leave.

After all, if she continued to beg, she would be a bit like a slave of Mr. Devil, so even if Xin wanted to alleviate Mr. Devil's lustful sin, she had no choice but to leave.

And the culprit of all this is actually here to make light of her miserable situation?

The meaning of what Ansel didn't finish saying just now was very clear - after all, with these two girls around, Xin's so-called counterattack... is really not worth mentioning.

Then let me prove it to you, Mr. Devil.

Who is... the one who can truly bring you salvation and give you a new life?

The next moment, Xin grabbed Anser's hand.