The villain's way to tame the protagonist

There is no doubt that Xitana is definitely more important than Xin now, so no matter how clever Xin's words and lies are, as long as Ansel speaks, her efforts will be meaningless.

But this time, Anser did not give a direct affirmation, but... changed his way of saying it.

"how to say……"

The devil, whose cheeks were pressed against the two women, said slowly: "I didn't reject Miss Xin. To be honest, Miss Xin's jealousy makes me very happy."

"It's just..." He sighed softly, "This is not enough. I don't know why, but Miss Xin's reaction and behavior quickly turned the happiness in my heart into unhappiness."

"..."

not enough?

What is Mr. Devil saying that is not enough? Have I done anything to make Mr. Devil unhappy?

"So, of course I still prefer Xitana."

Anser's voice was soft, his smile was bright, and it was so sincere that it couldn't be more sincere.

*

If you remove the word "therefore" and just say this sentence alone, generally speaking, there will be no other meaning, but with the previous foreshadowing... it sounds like if Xin changes some of his shortcomings, he will be qualified to be compared with Xitana and have that coveted status.

Xin walked on the deserted street, but she still couldn't understand - she had changed a lot, why did Mr. Devil still feel it was not enough?

But since Ansel has said such things, it is naturally impossible for Xin to just follow Ansel around every day and do nothing.

I don’t know what the missing part is, I just need to fill it in. What am I missing...what exactly?

Ansher took Xitana and Polynia to stroll around the city, and Xin took this opportunity to think more deeply and analyze his own heart.

"What am I missing? Why is Mr. Devil... unhappy about this?"

"It's the recognition of this feeling, Miss Saint."

The Shadow Crow's chuckle sounded behind Xin, and a dark shadow covered the earth and flowed out, as if to wrap up Xin completely.

"What exactly do you lack compared to me..."

A dignified and elegant woman emerged from the shadows, bowed slightly to Xin, and smiled:

"Why don't you think about what's going on between you and Mr. Anser?"

Chapter 6: Violence (K)

In a remote corner of the city, there were simple houses. Anser and Xitana stood in front of the refugee resettlement site with different expressions.

"...It's better than I thought. Fortunately, this castle is under the control of Teacher Nia."

After tracking down this city and meeting Polynia, Hitana, who had been worried all the time, was somewhat relieved.

Although the refugees in the resettlement site looked bad, they showed no signs of abuse or oppression. They seemed to be simply malnourished, and it was even possible that they had been like this before being transferred here.

The fact that the refugees could receive such resettlement had far exceeded her expectations. After all, even though the conditions were a little worse, they were no longer trapped and died in the church's shelter. The towering city walls and the presence of other residents always gave these poor displaced people a stronger sense of security, preventing them from collapsing in the increasingly desperate atmosphere.

only……

"But if they were taken away by Lina, they could obviously be placed in a better place."

The girl muttered indignantly, "What on earth are those idiots in the church doing? How can they have such weird ideas?"

I deliberately create trouble because I need to hone myself... In the past, Xitana might have thought about it, but now I expect her to believe such a joke?

Xitana Lancemalos is not a perfect person, nor does she need to be a perfect person. As long as she can follow her inner desires and provide help to Anser, for Xitana, this is the best version of herself.

And Anser never criticized her. In Anser's eyes, she was the best and most amazing Shitana!

As for the heart, self, will... How could a wolf beast that has embarked on the path of becoming a hegemon and is willing to kill even its destiny have any flaws that need to be remedied?

"Have you thought about how to get the church to cancel this decision?"

Hercules was also gazing at the scene inside the resettlement site, and seemed to be concerned about these refugees who had no control over their own lives.

Sitana glanced at the boy who kept his distance from her, resisted the urge to get closer to him, and cleared her throat solemnly:

"Well, well... since those priests only listen to the bishops, I guess we can't threaten them. We have to find those bishops."

Hercules was silent for a moment, then asked a soul-searching question: "How do you find them?"

"..."

Sitana turned her head and looked at him with wide eyes, an expression that said "what nonsense are you talking about".

I am the Wind Master, the Wind Master, Anser! Although, although the direction of specialization is a bit wrong, I can still find someone. Didn’t I find this place by following the traces of refugees? Why don’t you believe me?

Although she thought so, as she looked at Hercules, Miss Wolf gradually felt guilty.

Following the traces of the large group of refugees' evacuation to find the destination, not to mention the Head of Wind, anyone with a little bit of extraordinary ability can do it. This is on a different level of difficulty than capturing a fifth-order extraordinary person in the vast north, who practices divine arts and is mysterious and unknown.

If Peregrine Falcon came, it would not be a difficult task. But for Hitana, who used the Wind Head for combat pleasure, it was indeed a little... difficult.

The girl looked away unconsciously: "Maybe, maybe it is indeed a bit troublesome, so let's just treat it as a backup option."

"While you were considering whether to take the backup option, batches of refugees were already being sent to other cities... I don't think the mayors of those cities are as easy to talk to as Ms. Polynya."

The corner of Xitana's eye twitched, and she completely gave up the idea.

Anser was still trying to help me when he was acting...but please don't talk to me like I'm a fool, okay!

Hercules' attitude towards Sitana could not be described as friendly, and the tone of his words just now could even be described as sarcastic, which made Miss Wolf full of complaints.

Ansel was always gentle when teaching her lessons. When had she ever felt so wronged?

It's all Sin's fault! And the Church! Just wait... After I beat up those two big guys, I'll hang you all on that statue!

"At present, it seems..." Hercules, who was fully committed to the role, said thoughtfully, "The only way to solve this dilemma and prevent the refugees from being persecuted is..."

The young man looked at Xitana who was standing there in a daze. The helplessness and amusement in his eyes flashed away. His perfect manners allowed him to maintain a serious expression: "I agree to the request of the Grand Duke of Gray Tower."

“…Ah? Oh, oh! Yes, there is such a thing.”

Hitana came to her senses and suddenly realized: "That guy also made a request to me. He said that if I go to the Skyfrost Tower, he will stop causing trouble, right?"

She recalled the words and expression of the Grand Duke of Grey Tower at that time, and her brows gradually furrowed.

"Wait, that's not right... Why does he seem so sure that the church will hand over the refugees to him?"

Using facts as bargaining chips before they come out is either a sign of pure self-confidence or a sign of having something to rely on.

Xitana didn't think that the Grand Duke of Grey Tower was acting out of self-confidence at the time, but rather that there was some reason that made him certain that the church would definitely send the refugees into his territory.

Could it be that……

"He also thinks Anser is trying to create trouble to chastise me?"

The girl's brain was working rapidly, and at this moment, it seemed full of wisdom: "Then, he guessed that the church also thought so, so he said that at that time?"

The more Xitana thought about it, the more she felt it made sense. A blush of excitement appeared on her face. She immediately turned to look at Hercules: "Am I right, a... Hercules!"

Hercules calmly took a step aside: "I don't know."

"..." Xitana's expression froze because of this small action that seemed to indicate that she didn't want to be contaminated. She snorted angrily and turned her head away in great displeasure. "One by one... why do they all think that I will be corrected by Anser? Do I look like there is something wrong with me?"

"Like," Hercules said briefly.

"you--"

Xitana was so angry that she swore tonight that she would bite Ansher several times... the kind that would leave teeth marks!

But because of this, Miss Wolf, who is not good at acting, does not seem out of place at all with the help of Hercules, an excellent actor.

"Since you are going to see the Grand Duke of Grey Tower, then go talk to Lady Polynya."

Hercules took a final look at the refugees in the settlement area. They looked relaxed and natural, no longer as numb and desperate as those in the shelter. "With her help, it should be possible... huh?"

When he uttered "hmm", Xitana also shifted her gaze to the wooden wall at the edge of the settlement.

Someone sneaked into the resettlement site from there, and no one knew what they wanted to do.

Ansher continued to shift his gaze slightly, looking at Shitana's profile. When he saw the girl's eyes slowly narrowed, revealing a cold and sharp gaze like a blade, he knew what was going to happen.

Before he could say anything, Shitana disappeared without even a sound of wind.

"Hey……"

Anser shook his head, finding it a little funny.

It seems like you really have no other way to go, and the only thing you can't control...

He turned his head to look at the other end of the street. The unobservable shadow, as if it existed in another time and space, seemed so vivid to him... After all, that was almost his power.

Can you really control her who lives for me?

*

Milan leaned against the cold bricks of the refugee stone house. The coldness that adhered to his skin and penetrated into his bones and blood slowed down his heartbeat.

He carefully observed the refugees moving outside between the rows of houses, his eyes full of resentment and dissatisfaction.

"Damn it." He spat and said bitterly, "A bunch of parasites... and they want me to take risks. Damn it!"

When the crazy woman named Polynia came, everyone in the city, except her, found it difficult to control the ether, let alone perceive it. Everyone became mortals equally overnight.

So Milan, who was originally a second-level extraordinary person and a small leader in a noble family in this city, now has to condescend to do such a troublesome thing.

The Tower of Skyfrost created a similar spell based on the potions of Mingfuluo and Babel Tower, which can provide a large amount of supplies. However, even if it comes out of thin air, it must be exchanged for ether.

Polynia did not bring many magic crystals with her when she came to this territory city. The ether magic crystals used to exchange for supplies naturally had to be provided by the locals of the territory city. Generally speaking, teachers or staff appointed by the Grand Duke of Grey Tower to provide support would reach an agreement with the lord of the territory city. Everyone had standards on how to use the ether magic crystals and how much to use, and Polynia did the same at the beginning.

However, this rule was broken when the refugees entered the territory.

They needed supplies, water and food, and so did the residents of other cities. Polynia could not possibly deduct the civilians' share for the sake of the refugees, so she set her sights on the local gentry and nobles.

The nobles were able to maintain their usual extravagant lives even during the cold disaster, wasting a lot of resources unnecessarily. Under normal circumstances, Polynia, knowing she couldn't handle these troubles, wouldn't say much. But now with so many more mouths to feed, she could only take it from the nobles.

——Although in fact, those magic crystals were all stored in a warehouse and were under the control of Polynia after her arrival, the nobles still believed that they were their property.

So how could they accept that their property was seized by a bunch of refugees who were worthless?

Milan followed his master's instructions and came to the refugee resettlement site to stir up some trouble. It was too exaggerated to cause loss of life, but it was not difficult to create trouble.

According to his master - as long as a refugee's supplies are deliberately thrown next to or across from him, those non-recyclable garbage that should have frozen to death in the snow long ago will naturally fight to the death.

Milan planned to do just that. He had been observing the situation in the refugee resettlement site for the past two days and had already identified two refugees with whom he had frequent conflicts, so he decided to take action against them.

It's a pity that if he was still a superhuman, he wouldn't have to hide so furtively, or even climb over the wall. No, if they all had superhuman powers, they wouldn't have to make any bullshit plans, and they would have a thousand ways to make these termite refugees die or escape the next day.

After making sure that there was no one around, the man struggled to get out from the gap between the houses, muttering irritably: "Life is so sad without Ether. What on earth is that woman Polynia thinking? Is she treating the whole city as her testing ground? Or does she want to experience what it's like to be an emperor?"

He pried open the door awkwardly, went into the hut to look for food and water, then sneered and went into the next hut, stuffing the supplies under the bed bit by bit, while muttering:

"Does it feel good to be thanked by others? These refugees may not appreciate your kindness. I wonder how many of them are thanking some damn god. Do you big shots really think it's fun to do this? You are just supporting a bunch of parasites hanging around outside all day... Have you ever thought about our-"

Milan, who had just finished this simple frame-up and was about to leave, looked blankly at the door of the house.

The door that he had closed had been opened at some point, and the tall figure standing at the door was against the sunlight, so the man could not see her face clearly.

However, he seemed to see the face of a monster that seemed to tear apart the shadows and roared and snarled.

"How strange."

The girl who had been listening to this guy complaining all the way said softly, "You are also controlled and oppressed, and you also hate the so-called big shots, but you can't understand people who are in the same situation as you, or even more miserable."

"While saying words that show hatred for the great man." The monster, not against the light, but as if it had devoured the light, walked into the house step by step under the man's increasingly horrified gaze, "while doing such a despicable thing."

"Don't you ever feel for even a moment that you are extremely despicable?"

Her voice was apparently very calm, but it was like the whistle of the wind piercing through the valley, roaring in the man's ears and tearing apart his reason and thoughts.

"Are you scared?"

The monster stopped and grinned.

"You're right to be afraid. You should be afraid of me. You...all should be afraid of me."

"So, just so you're not the only one scared, tell me—"

Every word the wolf uttered seemed to be burning:

"Where is your master?"

*

"Orwell, your people haven't come back yet?"

In the warm room with a burning fireplace, the middle-aged noble tucked his feet into the maid's arms and lay lazily on the sofa: "Isn't the efficiency a bit low?"