The villain's way to tame the protagonist

After a brief silence, Xitana smiled and said, "I just suddenly thought of something and was in a daze for a while."

Ruiyota breathed a sigh of relief. She patted her chest and said, "I was scared to death. Every time you show this expression, you are super angry!"

The corner of Xitana's mouth twitched slightly: "Maybe I am just pretending now, and I am actually a little unhappy?"

Riotta was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter:

"Hahahaha, Xier, it's only been a few days and you can already tell jokes! The Xier I know can't hide her feelings! And--"

She turned to look at the village, and said in an extremely envious tone: "Besides, what's there to be unhappy about working for Lord Hydra? Look, the village has become so big and beautiful now, and everyone has enough to eat every day, and they don't have to go hungry anymore!"

Ruiyota hugged Xitana tightly and said, "This is all thanks to you, Xier!"

"Why wouldn't I be happy to work for Lord Hydra?"

"..."

What could possibly be...unhappy?

It's just that I'm being treated like a clown and a puppet and being manipulated by others. What's there to be unhappy about?

You said so, Sitana.

The grown-up wolf looked towards the village where she was born and raised, and then looked at her friends who were both familiar and unfamiliar to her.

She chuckled, her eyes downcast as she hugged her friend as well.

"Yes, you are right, Yota."

"What else can I be unhappy about?"

*

Returning home in glory, Xitana didn't know this word.

It was only then, when Anser first suggested that she go home, Xitana's heart was indeed full of hope and longing. She expected the village to become better because of her, and her family to become happy because of her.

She was looking forward to the surprised and admiring looks from her relatives, friends and elders, as if to say "Xitana is amazing".

And the moment Xitana stepped into the village, she indeed felt such a look.

Not just looks, but cheers.

It was so noisy and enthusiastic that even in this harsh winter after a severe cold wave, the cheers still made people feel warm.

Everything happened just as Hitana expected.

"Why did you come back? Well... I came back if I wanted to. Hydra doesn't control me too strictly."

"It looks messy... What do you mean by messy? Isn't this what I wear when I go out?"

"Just me? Marina is working for Hydra... ah? Why didn't I come back in a carriage... Can't I exercise? I'll have you lying on the ground with one punch, Carver!"

Shitana greeted the villagers cheerfully, and her enthusiastic look was exactly the same as how Shitana appeared in their eyes.

"Master Hydra can actually tolerate a personality like yours, Xitana." A young man complained, "Are you really just helping him?"

When Shitana glared at him, the young man immediately shrank his neck reflexively. It seemed that he had been beaten by Shitana many times since he was a child.

Surrounded by the crowd, Shitana walked to the center of the village. In fact, she could no longer recognize the roads in the village. She could only identify each house based on her memory of the location. Shitana even saw a sculpture of Hydra standing in the open space in the middle of the village reserved for children to play.

The texture of the sculpture is smooth and delicate, and you can tell at a glance that someone takes care of it every day.

The wolf who escaped from the devil who toyed with her life and emotions, ironically, stood by his side again.

Moreover, he cheered with joy and excitement:

"Everyone! I, Xitana, am back!"

"Oh oh oh--!"

Judging from the road view, the streets, the surrounding houses, and the way everyone was dressed and their mental state, it didn't look like the villagers were welcoming returning travelers, but rather like someone was giving a speech in the center of town.

A month can change a lot of things. It can make an originally unruly and savage beast learn to wear a mask, and naturally it can also turn a dilapidated and barren village into a paradise that everyone envies.

The villagers surrounded Sitana and took her to her home. The girl stood in front of the restrained yet luxurious three-story villa, speechless for a moment.

"How's it going? Are you scared?" Ruiyota bumped Xitana's shoulder with a smile, "We were even more exaggerated than you at that time! A group of nobles who looked extraordinary rushed into your house, cured Uncle Orlan without saying a word, and then built a house like this on the spot the next day... Everyone was shocked."

"Alright, alright, let Xitana go home alone. Everyone, go away and don't gather here anymore!"

Ruiyota protected Xitana behind her and waved her hands around fiercely: "Let's wait for Uncle Orlan and Aunt Yalana to come back, and don't disturb their family reunion!"

"Uncle Oran and Aunt Yalana should still be hunting in the snowy forest behind the village. Judging by the time, they will be back soon."

Ruiyota turned to look at Xitana: "Uncle Oran is so amazing after his recovery! In less than half a month, my father said that he will become the best hunter in the village again... Oh, no, the best one should be Xier, hehe."

Xitana's best friend hugged her tightly again: "I won't affect your reunion with your uncle and aunt. After all, Xier likes them the most."

She took a step back and waved to Xitana: "We will prepare a welcome party for you tonight, look forward to it!"

Hitana nodded with a bright smile and watched her friends and villagers leave one by one.

Only after everyone had left did she turn around and look at her new home expressionlessly.

"...Should I be thankful that Hydra will show some mercy for Marina's sake?"

The girl curled her lips, pushed open the unlocked door, and walked straight in.

The furnishings in the house were not exaggerated. Hitana knew her father's character very well. That simple and honest hunter could not appreciate any luxurious decorations, and had no intention of accepting them.

But the lack of luxurious decorations does not mean that the decoration inside the house is not expensive.

As soon as she entered the house, Xitana felt warmth coming towards her.

She soon saw the heat-generating light bulbs in Anser's mansion, but the one she saw was obviously much cheaper than Anser's.

The entire house was probably engraved with the heating technique that Anser mentioned. It was a bit too extravagant for an ordinary hunter family in a dilapidated village to use extraordinary means for heating that even wealthy merchants in the town might not use.

Xitana walked up to the second floor in silence. There were three bedrooms here, probably the bedrooms of her parents, herself, and Marina.

In the past, in that old wooden house, the whole family slept and rested in one room, with only two beds.

Xitana walked into one of the bedrooms. She was sure it was her room because she saw many familiar things hanging in it - the spoils of her first hunt, bone strings made from the tusks of ten kinds of prey, the first bow she made, and the broken wooden toys she played with when she was a child...

As her hands gently stroked these things, a real, heartfelt smile gradually bloomed on Hitana's face.

The girl lay down on the clean and tidy bed. The bed gave off a light fragrance that was very pleasant. It was a fragrance that her previous hardwood bed board and old quilt would never give off.

But Xitana was thinking about that taste, not missing the hardships of the past, but remembering the casual words of her friend.

[Why do you smell like that? ]

It turns out that in just over a month, a person can forget a smell that he has been smelling for more than ten years.

Shitana closed her eyes tiredly. She no longer wanted to think or pretend anything. She just wanted to take a long-awaited rest in this small world where she felt extremely safe.

However, her habit of being alert over the past few days prevented her from falling into a deep sleep immediately, and she maintained a light sleep, half asleep and half awake. When she heard the noise coming from downstairs, the girl woke up immediately, and it took her two or three seconds to realize that this was her home.

Then, she began to panic, frantically trying to find the feeling she had when she entered the village just now. She pursed her lips, raised the corners of her mouth with her hands, curved her eyes, and tried to look happy.

"Xie'er?"

The two voices' different tones of calling made Xitana even more nervous. She responded reflexively at first, then rubbed her cheeks hard and took deep breaths.

When her parents, whom she had not seen for a long time, appeared at her door, Xitana was finally ready. She opened her arms and said with a bright smile:

"Mom, Dad, I'm back!"

But her parents, an ordinary hunter couple, just stood there in a daze, not saying a word.

"What's wrong?" Xitana tilted her head, "Are you not welcoming me?"

"Xie'er..."

The man, who was indeed filled with joy, hesitated. He looked into his daughter's eyes for a long time and said in a very soft voice:

"Are you... tired?"

This time, Sitana was stunned.

The dignified and somewhat thin woman next to the man had already walked into the room and sat down next to Hitana.

"It's okay, Xi'er."

A mother comforts her daughter so gently, she gently holds the girl's head and leans it on her shoulder, her voice soft and warm.

"You're home."

The wounded wolf remained silent, but hugged his mother tightly.

She held tightly to the only thing she had left, the thing she treasured the most.

"……Um."

After a long silence, she murmured softly, slowly fell down, and fell asleep peacefully on her mother's lap like she did when she was a child.

Mother Alana caressed her daughter's cheek tenderly, while father Oran leaned against the door frame, with a soft expression on his rough northern man's face.

"It looks like they're going to have a welcome party for Xi'er," said Alana.

"I'll go tell them that Xi'er is tired."

Orlan nodded and turned to leave.

If Hitana could hear the conversation between her parents, the happiness in her heart that melted away all the loneliness and coldness would be even greater.

But in reality...Shitana, who fell into a deep sleep with happiness in her heart, did not get the peace she wanted.

Because in this dark dream -

She saw the devil again.

Beneath, bee, bee.

The sound of the cane came from far away and echoed in this empty and dark place.

The monster that Wolf hated most in her life emerged from the darkness and smiled at her.

The brilliant blond hair and his warm, soft voice were the perfect irony in contrast to everything he did.

"Hydra!!!"

Xitana roared in rage: "Why you again? Get out! I won't do anything for you anymore! Get out!"

"Shitana."

Young Hydra ignored her roar and said briskly:

"Since I said so, everything you did after meeting me was within my expectations..."

"Then why do you think that your departure was not part of my plan?"

The bone-chilling cold penetrated into Hitana's heart and spread to every part of her body.

"Come to think of it, it seems like I haven't trained your personality for a while—"

Because the upper half of his face was obscured by darkness, Hydra's playful and cheerful smile was particularly conspicuous in Hitana's vision.

"Why not take advantage of this long-awaited opportunity..."

He snapped his fingers lightly, and the collar that was abandoned by Shitana appeared on the girl's neck again.

The devil bowed slightly and extended an invitation to the tied wolf:

"Come and dance with me, my dear."

Ps:

Something happened at home today... It was a serious matter. Sorry for the late update.

Chapter 6.5: Dream, Training, Preparation (K)

Training, a word that Xitana had not heard for a long time.

After the conversation at Chishuang Manor, Anser never really trained her again.

This is consistent with Anser's character and words and deeds - his training is only to correct Xitana's attitude towards him and the character she reveals.

After that day, our female wolf ran all the way to becoming a loyal dog without looking back, so there was naturally no need for serious training.

And today, the devil reappeared in Xitana's dream, with a creepy greeting, and put the collar on her again.

"I think you might miss it a little."