The villain's way to tame the protagonist

With blood welling in her eyes, Shitana gradually closed her fingers. Trunk's skull and cervical vertebrae, which were already unable to bear the pain, began to shatter with a scream, until a beam of light appeared beside Shitana.

"He can't die. Someone has to explain the situation, Lord Lance."

The light wings behind Hercules dissipated as he landed. He first glanced at the Warlock Tower in the distance, which had been cut by at least one-third, and then looked down at Sitana who was breathing slightly: "This war is too inexplicable."

“Haha…haha…that’s right…”

Xitana loosened her hand, panting slightly due to the violent ups and downs of her emotions. She glanced at Trunk, whose head was twitching slightly and whose upper part had been almost crushed into a puddle of flesh by her, and shook her hand away with a bit of disgust: "It's okay, he's still alive."

"Lord Lance, you seem very angry." Hercules suddenly asked.

"...?"

Although Hitana didn't understand why Anser wanted to play role-playing games at this time, nor did she react to why Anser appeared here, she still answered reflexively: "Of course I'm angry. These guys didn't consider the civilians on both sides at all. If it wasn't for Anser... If it wasn't for Hercules, this city would be blown to pieces!"

Hercules shook his head. "I thought you would be happy about this happening... Ah, I'm not saying that you'd be happy to see this tragedy happen, but if the Grey Tower and Iron Blade really turn against each other again, then this should be the best opportunity for you."

"A chance to end this."

They could march straight in and kill their way to Ivora's lair, or they could take advantage of their melee to behead all the strong men on both sides, leaving Ivora with no choice but to be defeated... From the perspective of the situation, the infighting between the Gray Tower and the Iron Blade is of course absolutely good news for Hitana.

When she first heard the news, Hitana was indeed very happy.

"…That's what I was thinking just now, but—"

Her gaze passed through the blood-stained city wall that she had smashed through, and fell on the terrified and trembling citizens in the city.

"But...what's the point of winning if it comes at the cost of them?"

In fact, it’s not that Xitana cannot accept the cruelty of war. In this regard, she is much better than the perfectionist Miss Ming Furo.

Because she had truly witnessed the price and had borne the price, she knew very well how ridiculous it was to not let even one person die on such a battlefield, and she knew very well that the so-called "perfection" did not exist in most of the time.

This clear awareness was not for her to convince herself that "there is nothing she can do about it", but to prevent herself from becoming the stupid girl who had to ensure that everyone had coal to survive the cold wave.

So compared to Ming Furo, Xitana seems more radical and her methods are more violent.

Even so, this does not mean that she can accept such a price and sacrifice.

"But in this case," Hercules said softly, "if the Iron Blade and the Gray Tower really go to war, then this will not be an opportunity for you, but an obstacle that will hinder your progress."

If she didn't want innocent civilians to die in the war between the two grand dukes, Xitana could not only not take advantage of their conflict, but she had to try her best to quell this inexplicable fight.

"You must be eager to bring victory to His Royal Highness the Regent, to whom you serve."

"Well... that's what I said, but there's nothing I can do about it."

Miss Wolf sighed, scratched her head, and looked away:

"Although I really want to solve the problem in the North immediately and bring victory to the person who is most important to me, if I really do this, he will be disappointed."

"disappointment?"

"Yeah, disappointed."

Sitana looked at Hercules, her dark red eyes were so bright.

[Anser must hope that I can protect those civilians. He must think so.]

Even though his sweetheart was about to say important words, Mr. Devil still had time to whisper to Miss Saint.

[Ms. Xin, you must think that Xier would say something like this, right?]

【…】

"Why?" Hercules asked, with a slight smile on his face.

[You seem to think that I lack love, right? ]

"It's very simple." Xitana blinked, "Because he likes me like this."

It’s not because “Ansel is actually a great person” or “Ansel is actually very kind at heart”. It’s not because I want to impose great and upright ideas on Ansel.

It's because Shitana is just that kind of person, the kind of person who will not trample on the existence of others for the so-called victory, the kind of person who is firm in herself and will never waver, and it is this kind of Shitana that Anser likes.

So the way to not let Anser down is to be the best Sitana, and nothing else matters.

Anser knew what Xin was thinking and had guessed what kind of deal he had reached with Xin.

[I am a person who likes to solve the problem in front of me immediately, so it is very important for me to retrieve the memory in the dream. Let me guess... did you make a bet with me? ]

[You want to use the loss of that memory to make me realize my weakness. You think I will panic and be anxious about it, but I won't share this emotion with others, just like I changed Xi'er and A'er, but I never expressed the reason and desire for changing them in words, right? ]

Losing memory is a fatal and unacceptable flaw for someone like Anser who likes to control everything, so he will definitely find a way to solve it, or find a way to... make up for it.

The best way to make up for this shortcoming is naturally to seek help, but Hitana has her own ideas and things she wants to do. Although she will definitely agree to all of Ansher's requests, she will still take her own ideas into consideration no matter what.

Surrounded by panic, Ansir Hydra will be more sensitive to this than ever before. He will find that Xitana has been doing what she wants to do, and he will also be keenly aware that he needs help from others and he cares a lot... whether the people around him love him more than anything else.

I can only say that this is indeed a very unconventional way of thinking. To be able to make such a calculation shows that Xin not only has a sufficient understanding of Anser, but also of Xitana. It's a pity... it's just sufficient.

You don't know the real Sitana, nor do you know the real... me.

Gazing at Xitana's eyes that were sparkling with bright affection, Hydra couldn't help but chuckle.

Their love is so much that I can’t even digest it all. How can you still think that I am the child who once lacked love?

But I... am doing things that are not worthy of this love.

The devil whispered in his heart, but he did not feel any regret or guilt, because the darkness in his eyes rose and fell in a short moment, taking away the unnecessary emotions of Hydra.

But this is the end, I will end it all, Xier, A Luo.

For you, for father and mother, for... everything.

Chapter 166: Lost Dream Part 2

Anser thought Xin's idea was ridiculous.

He did not deny that his past self was indeed psychologically distorted and... dishonest, but that was only the past.

After experiencing the greatest despair in his life, young Hydra never felt loved again. To be more precise, the love that could truly move him was lost to Sitana's honesty and Ming Furo's foresight. He even placed his trust in Marina, who would make decisions for him without authorization, and he would never regret it.

Not to mention his mother who was willing to exchange her soul for a miracle, and his father who was willing to exchange his life for Anser to have a life without tears... They all have hope of living, and everything they have lost will be regained in the future.

Isn't this enough? Isn't the love he has received enough? Anser thinks he is greedy enough, but he doesn't think he needs more love. Except for the final goal that has not been completed, Anser thinks his life is complete enough.

Poor Saint Lady...her ignorant and tiny emotions and self, which were born from swallowing the forbidden fruit, could only be devoted to saving Ansher in order not to be destroyed by the reality and truth that made her despair.

She has nothing left, and the only one she can rely on is the devil who needs to be saved. So even if the devil does not need her salvation, in her eyes, the devil must have weaknesses.

The need to be loved... This is the most likely weakness you can think of in me. You are really trying hard, Miss Saint.

Glancing at Sin, who was healing Trunk with the help of Hercules, Hydra suddenly had the urge to reach out and touch her head.

Xin's silence proved that Anser was right. Although the memory of the dream was not restored, this was within his expectations.

It is impossible for Xin to suppress Ansel's memory without permission. In other words, it is not so much that Xin is hiding Ansel's memory, but rather that Ansel is restraining himself.

With just one trigger point, he could immediately recall the entire dream. If he wanted, Anser could even remove the memory shield from Sin with some effort. But Hydra realized that this short period of loss was obviously more useful to him.

Before the church chooses to destroy Xin, she needs to face reality and completely fall into the hell with the devil. This is exactly what she needs... to be lost.

"Well, you can ask him what happened, Lord Lance."

Hercules withdrew his hand in a proper manner, and Trunk, whose brain had been half crushed by Sitana, was rescued... but his chest was dented again by Sitana's kick.

Xitana looked at him with a slightly strange expression. Although she was curious about Ansel's reason for acting, she didn't mind the way he pretended not to recognize the person and expressed his love without reservation.

However, Trunk was obviously not part of this game, and when her eyes fell on this northern warrior, Xitana Lancemalos immediately became a notorious wolf beast.

The shadow of the demon wolf that rose behind her stretched out its sharp claws, directly grabbed Trunk's head, and pulled this extremely strong and huge body up from the ground.

"What the hell is wrong with you and your master?"

Sitana stared at Trunk, who was looking down and silent, expressionlessly: "Are you turning against that old man in Gray Tower now? What, you don't plan to win?"

The northern warrior, who was like a wild beast, coughed up a mouthful of blood foam, and a sarcastic arc slowly appeared at the corner of his mouth. He was not afraid of death, and there was a huge difference in belief between him and the cowards of the Skyfrost Tower. What could this monster use to threaten him?

Just as Trunk was about to speak sarcastically, Xitana spoke calmly without any emotion:

"Don't get me wrong, I'm not... questioning you."

The demon wolf's sharp claws once again pierced into Trunk's newly repaired skull. Dense red-black aura penetrated into his brain and transformed into a microscopic wolf pack, which cheered and raged cruelly and violently.

And the way Sitana makes him speak is certainly not just to torture him.

"I'm just telling you that this is your best choice, because if you don't speak... I will spend half an hour slowly grinding your brain into pulp, and then let this righteous man next to me who can teach you divine arts dig out everything I want from your soul. By then... it won't just be limited to your master's purpose."

Trunk's eyes were bloodshot and veins on his temples bulged. No matter how strong his will was, he could not resist the completely inhuman pain. In his howls, anger and pain were almost equal.

Obviously, as a warrior with a strong sense of honor, he could not accept that his death would bring trouble to the Iron Blade Legion.

"If you make your words clear now..."

The wolf slowly raised a finger, and the wolves that were wreaking havoc in Trunk's skull stopped temporarily. She grinned, and a creepy and cruel smile appeared on her beautiful face that had grown more heroic and beautiful:

"I won't dig any more and just let you go, how about that?"

It has to be said that no matter who is here, even Marina, they must admit that her sister has inherited almost 100% of Mr. Anser's essence.

Such pure and extreme malice... would never appear in Shitana Lancemalos, who was about to become a hero.

Anser stared at Xitana, who was eager to try and crush the enemy's head, with satisfaction as if he was looking at a rich fruit.

"...Mr. Devil, I really like Miss Wolf like this." Xin said softly.

"Of course, because that's who I am." Anser chuckled and answered without hesitation, "I also like Xier like this."

Xin also turned his gaze towards the ferocious wolf, watching the raging anger in her body burning non-stop.

"Yes... you prefer the current Miss Wolf, right?"

After a few seconds, she suddenly said this.

Anser tilted his head slightly: "Is it not possible? Did I force Xier to make some changes, or did Xier show strong resistance in the process?"

He answered so naturally, without any psychological burden, that Xin tried to clench the sword tightly and then stab it at the devil's weakness, but it shattered at the first touch and had no effect at all.

But Xin still didn't seem to want to give up. Just as Anser thought, after all, this was the only reality she could grasp now.

"So, if Mr. Devil hadn't interfered, would Miss Wolf have had a chance to be redeemed?"

Xin lowered his head and murmured as he looked at Shitana, who was falling deeper and deeper, and whose anger was becoming increasingly fierce.

Anser did not show any displeasure, but asked with a smile: "Just like Luo?"

Xin was stunned for a moment, then nodded slightly:

"Just like Miss Doll."

When in Donggang, from Xin's perspective, Ming Furo actually had a chance to be redeemed.

Because she really doubted whether she was right, and was really not sure whether she should make a decision. She was undoubtedly an extremely arrogant person, but reality created an opportunity for Ming Furo to examine this arrogance.

If she could correctly examine her own arrogance, if she could change her view of the world, then perhaps Mingfuluo Zeger could be redeemed and achieve the assistance she was supposed to bring.

But this did not happen, because the devil pushed her from behind and pushed her into the abyss from which there was no turning back.

Xin still remembers the scene at that moment... There were silk threads hanging above the heads of all things in the world, and those silk threads were held in the hands of the doll lady who was no longer a doll.

Xitana was obviously treated the same as Ming Fuluo, that is, she had the possibility to change, but Anser somehow——

Xin suddenly showed obvious abnormality. She subconsciously looked at the devil beside her, but the other party just smiled.

Have you finally realized the true meaning of Hercules' existence? You have recalled the reality that you have already accepted long ago - this role was not meant for you from the beginning.

The one who needed the Saint's power was always Hercules, and only Hercules.

Ansher felt that Xin should have been very clear about the significance of Hercules' existence from the very beginning, but as time went on, she placed more and more hope on "salvation" and began to confuse him with that virtual character, thinking that the one who expressed that desire and hoped for hope and salvation was not Hercules, but Ansher Hydra.

Before using gentle means to make Xin face the truth about the church, she must first be pulled out of her self-deceiving turtle state. However, extreme methods can easily break Xin, who seems calm but is actually fragile. So this method of leaving her room is just right.

——The saint lady, who is desperate and has almost nothing, can still convince herself that Mr. Devil is looking forward to saving her, but the line between Hercules and Anther has been drawn again. Anther makes her realize again that the young man who murmured "Can a stupid person like me become a hero?" is just a tool to change Shitana.

And when Xin had to break away from that illusory comfort... it was the best time for her to start facing reality.

"You...you, swear...in the name...of Hydra."

Although Sitana did not continue to destroy Trunk's brain, the residual pain still made his face hideous, and it was extremely difficult for him to speak a complete sentence.

"Okay, I swear in the name of Anser." Xitana agreed readily, "As long as you answer my questions, I will kill you immediately and will not do anything else."

Trunk panted for about half a minute, and after he had barely recovered, he responded in a hoarse voice: "It was Gray Tower... It was Dormer Gray Tower who attacked the leader first."

Xitana was stunned for two seconds, her eyes somewhat incredulous: "Are you serious?"