The villain's way to tame the protagonist

“This is my growth!”

“Go to hell, all of you! You, Lina, you crazy people, psychopaths, hahahahahahaha…my growth, my everything, what I’ve experienced, my love for you… wuuuu… wuuuuu… hahahahahahaha!”

"Hydra...Anther..."

The girl with blood all over her face leaned down peacefully and pressed against the chest of the headless corpse.

"I know you won't die, right? This is also your plan, right?"

She closed her eyes, enjoying the fading warmth.

"Ansel, I like you so much."

"I did what you said and really grew up."

After a long, long time, she suddenly opened her eyes again, with a cold look in her eyes.

"But so what?"

The mad wolf that had torn Despair apart with its claws and fangs stood up and looked down at the corpse on the ground indifferently.

"I'm grown up, so what? Do you think I will continue to work for you, a bastard?"

"Whether your plan is good or not, I already, hehe...it doesn't matter."

"Just keep on doing this, arranging everything for others from a high position, Hydra."

Xitana shook the blood off her hands and said with a bored look on her face: "No need to bother you to play house with me anymore. Go play with Marina. I'm sure you and her have a lot in common. Grow... grow... hahahahahaha!"

She laughed and kicked Anser's body away, wiped away her last tears with her still bloody hands, and turned away.

*

About five minutes after Sitana left, Xavier appeared in the corridor with an expressionless face.

He looked at the blood-stained and horrific murder scene, his eyes twitching as he suppressed the anger in his heart.

The old man came to Anser's body in an instant, took out a tube of medicine from his pocket with great care, and carefully injected it into Anser's chest.

Within three seconds, Ansher's head recovered at an incredibly terrifying speed and scene.

“…Is this what it feels like to die physically?”

Anser touched his face and said with emotion: "It feels a bit uncomfortable."

"Master." Xavier couldn't help asking, "Although the life or death of your physical body cannot determine your life, you don't even have a Qi Capital. Such a consumption... is too great."

He paused and said very seriously: "I hope that Miss Xitana is really worthy of you doing this."

"Uh-huh?"

Anser reacted and tilted his head: "What value? If we talk about value, why should I use my real body to fight her? Can that idiot Xitana be separated from a high-level copy puppet?"

Xavier's eyes widened slightly, and he said in disbelief: "Then you——"

"This..."

Anser rubbed his temple, somewhat confused, yet somewhat relieved, and whispered to himself:

"I find that strange, too, Xavier."

"This is probably the second time in my life that I've felt guilty towards someone."

He looked at the blood and brains on her body, frowning slightly: "...The effect seems to be a little too good. As expected, I still need to control her temper in the future."

“…” Old Savile didn’t know what to say and could only sigh softly.

He even suspected at one point whether the crazy and wild girl had some succubus bloodline.

"Okay, let's get ready, we should be leaving."

Anser stretched his neck and said, "There is still some time before the final act. Well... the final act is not that exciting anyway. It is just a simple outcome. There is no need to have too much expectation. But before it comes, we have to do something."

He muttered to himself, his eyes narrowed slightly:

"During this period, I focused on letting Xitana dance alone, so I didn't do a lot of things."

"The North... hehe, the cradle of the revolutionary army."

Except for the revolutionaries themselves, no one thought that they could succeed, not even some of the revolutionaries themselves.

But they succeeded, absurdly, ridiculously, hilariously succeeded.

[Fate, if you are destined to destroy the empire, let the entire meaning of my existence become that sacrifice]

The colors from the abyss burned in Hydra's eyes.

Then I must make it stand again for thousands of years in a more perfect posture!

*

Hitana cleaned herself up briefly and then left Anser's mansion.

Is she relaxed? Actually, she is not relaxed at all. In fact, she is very sad, very painful and very confused.

But she grew up, in a moment.

It condenses countless despair into a single thought.

She lost her sister, the first and perhaps the last person she loved in her life, and didn't know where to go.

"… Let's go home."

The girl murmured softly.

Yeah, go home.

The only thing she had left was her home.

boom!

A stone flew from nowhere and hit Hitana on the head.

The wolf tilted her head slightly, her falling hair covering her eyes.

"You destroyed our home! Disaster, monster!"

I don't know who shouted like that, but then countless people opened their windows and echoed loudly.

In this sudden wave of hatred, Sitana raised the hand wearing the ring.

“Hate…”

She sighed softly, "So much hate."

The wolf's figure suddenly disappeared, and the next second, she appeared at the window of a low house. She broke through the window with her hand and pulled out a middle-aged man.

The guy still had that angry look on his face as he shouted, and had no idea what was going on.

The next second, his eyeballs popped out and his whole body hunched over.

Sitana threw him to the ground and stepped on his stomach, causing her to howl in pain.

"Just now..."

The girl's mouth was slightly stretched, her expression excited and dangerous.

Like a wolf baring its fangs.

"You threw the rock, didn't you?"

Bang!

She kicked the man several meters away, then walked up slowly, bent over and asked, "Is that so?"

"me……"

"Yeah... whatever."

Xitana scratched her neck: "Anyway, it was me who destroyed your home, but——"

She tilted her head slightly and said expressionlessly:

"so what."

"After all, weren't the people who killed your family members the nobles? Why didn't any of you flock to the nobles' or merchants' homes, but instead flocked to Hydra's home to hate him and me?"

Suddenly, no one spoke.

"Ah~ I see."

Sitana laughed, picked up the man with a terrified face, and punched him in the face, almost breaking his jaw.

"Because Hydra has never hurt you, and I have never really attacked you."

"It's just... that's all."

At this moment, most of the hatred that Xitana felt turned into fear.

"I actually... considered you as my own kind."

She laughed happily, yet with great sadness and pain: "Hydra really never lied to me. She didn't treat you as her own kind. Didn't she see a lot of things clearly all of a sudden?"

"Growing up is a good thing."

The wolf looked around at the empty streets, at the locked doors and windows, facing the silence, facing... the fear that had turned from hatred, and roared:

“You are only afraid of the nobles, but not of me and Hydra. That’s why you have such courage. Courage… Hahahaha! That’s also called courage?”

As the laughter died down, Sitana threw the half-dead creature aside and declared to all those who hated her.

"Then I'll tell you now."

"You should fear me."

"You must fear, Xitana Lancemalos!"

Hitana roared like this and actually crushed the ring on her finger that she couldn't take off!

"I don't need this thing anymore. I feel a little disgusted with all his things on me."

Wearing a hunter's outfit and carrying a small bag, Hitana strode forward and walked towards the distance under the gazes of countless fearful eyes.

Go to where home is.

Ps:

Xitana's training is only one step away from completion. The good news is that Xitana will not be tortured again. The bad news is that she will have to die again.

Chapter 6: Prelude to the Wild Dance (K)

In Earl Solid Stone's reception hall, other nobles were either gloomy or cowering. In short... no one had a good expression. Only Earl Solid Stone himself looked relaxed.

The waiting time is always long and torturous, so long that they don’t even know how long they have been sitting there. The feeling of waiting for trial at any time is something that the guilty cannot bear.

Most of the nobles were quite aware of the severity of their sins.

"Your Excellency." Someone finally lost his patience and said, "It's been so long, you should tell us what Your Excellency Hydra wants to talk to us about, right?"

Among the many nobles in the Red Frost Territory, only Earl Solidstone understood Anser's true intentions.

So, when the video of the conversation between Xitana and Earl Solidstone was released, let alone other places, all the nobles in Red Frost City were frightened out of their wits and almost collapsed.

Although nothing has happened so far, this "nothing happening" has made the nobles even more terrified.

After that day, Xitana left the city alone, and for some unknown reason, Anser left Red Frost City for four days and only returned today.

As soon as he came back, he asked Earl of Stone to summon the nobles and say that he wanted to hold a meeting.

thump, thump, thump—

The rhythmic sound of the cane gently tapping the ground comes from far away.

Everyone in the reception hall changed their expressions instantly. Some were extremely enthusiastic, some were fawning and humble, and some were truly respectful. In short... the atmosphere of everyone being in danger just now seemed to have never existed from the beginning.

Earl of Stone pulled the corner of his mouth, hiding the contempt in his eyes, and also carefully straightened his collar. He stood up and looked at the opened door of the reception hall with dignity and respect.

"Marina, how is the damage statistics after the cold wave going?"

"The protection measures for the inner city were put in place in a timely manner. All losses are within an acceptable range. Normal operations will be restored in half a month. With the help of a warlock, the time can be accelerated to a week or even shorter."

"The outer city suffered heavy losses. Heating and water use are the most critical issues. According to the current situation, about ten to twenty civilians will die every day... This will have a great impact on your prestige and the future development of Scarlet Frost City."

The nobles listened to the noise coming from outside, watching each other's minds, and no one knew what anyone was thinking.