The villain's way to tame the protagonist

The protagonist of this volume is Anser rather than Sin.

I believe that many people will have an indescribable sense of loss after reading this volume. It does not feel as exciting as the first and second volumes, and I do not feel the shock and impact from Sin like I do from Sitana and Marina. On the one hand, it is indeed because I lack the energy and my writing skills have declined. On the other hand, it is also within this creative framework... I am helpless.

Because the images of Shitana and Marina have been constantly improved from the beginning to the end, the stories about them have accumulated a thickness of two million words, and Xin not only starts from scratch, but also has to be compared with them when her role takes up a lot, so I wrote a full one million words for this volume. But even with one million words, her role is actually only slightly higher than Ming Fuluo and Shitana combined. It is a bit bullying to compare her with the two girls who I favor too much.

This also leads to another more troubling question for me - as the book draws to a close, how will Miss Hero fight against the trio that has been stagnating for so long? How can I make her shine with a brilliance that is comparable to the three million words? I can only say that I had a lot of fun writing it before, but now I have to pay off the debt.

As for the fourth volume, I think it is only a small achievement without any faults, and this achievement is not for the content. In fact, there is not much content in the whole volume that can make people feel happy, but it has honed my control over the plot structure very well. I didn't expect that I could make this volume land smoothly and fill in almost all the holes that should be filled (about 100%).

As for the whole story, although I am quite satisfied with it, it is indeed far from the impact of the first and second volumes, and can only be classified as mediocre. Mediocrity is not a mistake, but for the creator, a mediocre story is a mistake.

I really want to be so strict with myself, but I am also troubled by the fact that my abilities and experience are really limited. Even though I am seeking changes and breakthroughs in each volume, it is becoming increasingly difficult to grasp that ray of inspiration. I hope that in the final volume, I can once again create surprises that even I cannot predict.

Now, I understand more and more the difficulty of writing a long novel. It involves mental, physical, and psychological exhaustion... almost all-round exhaustion and torment. But no matter what, the story must have an ending, and it must be a perfect and beautiful ending.

I haven't figured out whether to write the final volume in the next volume, or to divide it into two volumes. After all, Anser has described the remaining enemies very clearly - Ephisand, the hero, and the guy hiding behind the scenes. It doesn't seem appropriate to cram them all into one volume, but it seems too extravagant to give the Xiangyan family a separate volume... Well, yes, the first half is just about the Xiangyan family, but there is no emotional drama in this part, it's just pure fun. After all, their family is obviously not suitable for love, but only for being angry.

Anyway, the plot has come to a conclusion, and I will finish it this year no matter what... I had originally planned to finish it in June or July and go traveling, but I guess it will have to be postponed to autumn.

Well, I have said almost everything that needs to be said. This time I will take a slightly longer vacation, let Mo Mo rest for three to four days, empty my mind, and experience a brief moment of pure freedom.

At the same time, I would like to thank every reader who follows my reading as always. I can only say that if you hadn't read it every day and if I hadn't had this sense of responsibility driving me, I would have given up long ago.

By the way, I don’t reply to messages not because I’m aloof. It may be because I’ve been staying alone for too long. I feel like I have some kind of news phobia. I’m very resistant to receiving messages, and I’ll be annoyed when others call me. I haven’t been in the QQ group for a long time. I feel like I’ll become abnormal if I stay there any longer… But it’s not a big problem. I’ve had it before. After finishing the book, I went out to travel and had more contact with the outside world and it became normal.

I'm going to bed first. I can finally sleep normally and get up to have breakfast these days. Good night, everyone.

Chapter 5: Ivora's New Life, Part (K)

Ivola had a very long dream, in which... were all scenes of the death of the ancestors of Xiangyan.

Some people willingly throw themselves into the source flame and inject the supreme power that dominates everything into the crown; some people howl miserably in the flames and turn into nothingness in the final madness; some people cannot defy the will of the spreading abyss, and their souls that have reached their limit, even if they are full of desire for survival and transcendence, still fall apart in the torrent of the world.

In this bizarre scene, her confused consciousness was awakened by a vague image.

The tall man, holding a long sword in his hand, walked towards the supreme throne step by step. Sitting on the throne, the monarch who should have ruled the world was firmly bound by countless chains. No matter how surging and blazing the flames burst out of his body, he could not shake the chains at all.

As time went by, the throne beneath him also revealed its true form amidst the burning blood flames—a dark golden skeleton.

There was no way Ivora wasn't sober, because she knew too well what it felt like to sit on that throne.

As consciousness gradually emerged from nothingness and confusion, the appearance of the person restrained on the throne and the man holding the sword under the throne began to become clear, and even the conversation between them could be vaguely heard.

"Maniac...Feast of Flames...The End——"

The roar of the restrained person was mixed with unclear noises, but the hysterical rage and madness in the words were still extremely clear. However, it seemed that it was different from the irreversible mental disorder caused by the erosion of the abyss when the Feast Flame Clan was dying...

He seemed to be so crazy and angry just because of the current situation.

——It sounds like nonsense, but if the emotions of the restrained person are not mixed with the madness brought by the abyss, it means that his end has not yet come, and he is very likely to be at his peak.

And how could an emperor in his prime be bound to that skeletal throne? And who could that man holding the sword be?

As her consciousness became clearer and clearer, Ivola felt that she might be crazy. There had never been such a scene in the memory passed down from generation to generation in the Shengyan family. How could she dream of such incomprehensible things?

"I have surpassed the Flame."

The man's low and calm voice was so clear, it was out of place in this seemingly illogical and chaotic dream.

"I saw... a scene that you prisoners who call yourself gods will never be able to see."

Where on earth is he——?!

The man actually turned his head slowly, and that condescending and indifferent glance made Ivora's thoughts completely freeze at this moment, and also made her consciousness completely clear.

"Remember what I said."

"Beyond this...cage!"

Endless blood flames gushed out from the sword in his hand, and the raging sea of ​​fire burned all concrete things and abstract concepts. Ivora saw the emperor restrained on the skeletal throne roaring as his flesh was burned, and saw the ribs that turned into chains piercing deeply into his body. The great terror he had experienced was reproduced. An end that was not eroded by the abyss, but the emperor was still unable to resist, came so absurdly.

In the next moment, this might just be her vague and confused thoughts, the flame burning in the randomly constructed dream...it actually burned the dream itself into nothingness!

Thus, Miss Ivora, the once high-ranking princess who has now fallen to the status of a house cat, woke up in endless despair and fear.

She sat up suddenly, gasping for breath, and used her trembling hands to support her forehead, which seemed about to burst. The veins on the back of her hands and neck bulged.

The scene around her was no longer the luxurious bedroom she had in the Northland Palace. Although the elegant and restrained decoration style around it revealed the taste of the owner at a glance, the space was too small to match her status according to Ivora's standards.

But she knew very well that she had no right to be picky at all, because if she remembered correctly, before she fell into a coma...

"That wild dog, and that puppet...!"

The other hand that was supporting the bed almost crushed the sheets, and an unnatural flush of rage appeared on his originally pale face.

At the end of the Battle of the North, Anser chose to face Xin directly, while Xitana and Mingfuluo teamed up to search for Ivora's whereabouts, preparing to capture this disobedient housecat.

In fact, this is ridiculous no matter how it sounds. A crippled Feast Flame is still a Feast Flame. Moreover, in order to get Ivora's assistance, the church fed her countless amounts of ether. Even if she is no longer the same as before in essence, but in terms of the amount of ether, she can barely be compared with Ivora in her peak period. Shouldn't she just burn those two useless fourth-levels to death with just a wave of her hand?

And the people in the church should also be on her side... Although she doesn't know and doesn't care what those old guys in the gutter are plotting, these idiots don't think that Ansor will let them go after they make trouble like this.

But the fact is, no matter what the situation was, it didn't go as she wished.

The people in the church treated her as a pawn to delay time, and no one offered to help her. As for the battle with Xitana and Ming Fuluo...

Ivora didn't want to think about the fight because at that moment she suddenly understood why her mother went completely crazy after being punched by Sitana.

After a long while, Ivola finally calmed down and lifted the quilt. She walked to the floor-length mirror expressionlessly and looked at herself naked. This body that perfectly combined fitness and voluptuousness was illuminated by the sunlight through the gap in the curtains, and it looked white and soft.

"Have you seen enough?" she suddenly asked. "You're not going to lock me in a cage this time?"

At the same time, in another spacious room, Xitana, who was sitting cross-legged next to Ansher's legs, tilted her head and said, "Did this guy notice it?"

"She can sense something." Ming Fuluo, who was sitting in Ansel's arms with a cup of coffee, sneered, "It's just that self-righteous character at work again."

The screen projected in front of them was the scene in Ivora's room. Sitana looked at Ivora standing in front of the mirror, holding her face and sighed:

"Why is she naked, Ansel? Is it your bad taste?"

"There are many things to deal with in the North. I am very busy. You should ask the maid on duty in the manor about this question."

Ansel leaned back lazily, and Xin's breasts, which were the softest and tallest among all the women, gently supported his head, as if he was sinking into a ball of cotton.

The door of the room was gently pushed open, and Marina, wearing an elegant black dress, walked in with a plate of fruits and snacks. She chuckled and said, "It was Miss Susilen's suggestion. She felt that she should use some method to remind Miss Ivora and let her understand her position."

The woman walked lightly between Xitana and Ansher, her eyes sweeping over her silly sister, the scholar lady who was drinking coffee with her eyes closed, and the fallen saint who was hugging Ansher's neck and also looking at her with her head tilted, her eyes fell on those clear holy blue eyes.

She and Xin looked at each other for two seconds, then smiled gently, put the plate on the round table next to Anser, and stood behind Anser gracefully and quietly, with her hands folded in front of her abdomen. She looked more like a maid than the most professional maid, but no one could really regard her as a maid because she exuded a certain aura.

“After all, Miss Ivora has been given such a good environment, she might have some illusions.”

"Eh...I see." Shitana scratched her chin. It sounded like it made sense, but when she looked at Ivora's body and then at Anser, she suddenly became unhappy again.

"But this isn't right. It's as if Anser wants to have sex with her at any time... This is too easy for her."

"An is very satisfied now, Miss Wild Wolf, don't worry." Xin's voice came from behind, "If Miss Wild Wolf could be the same as last night every day, there would be no demons--"

"Yesterday?" "Nothing happened!"

The scholar's cold questioning voice and Hitana's sudden high exclamation overlapped. The former slowly put down the coffee that was brought to her mouth and cast a sharp gaze, while the latter shrank her neck, grabbed her ankles with both hands, and shook her body guiltily.

Ming Fuluo put the coffee on the round table expressionlessly. "While I was dealing with the affairs of East Port, Marina was helping Anser with the aftermath, and Xin was doing something to Ivora, you went to eat secretly?"

"You are getting better and better at seizing opportunities, open-minded Miss Lance."

"That was... that was a reward for Anser..."

Xitana's eyes wandered: "He must have been very busy these days..."

"Oh, so you're just going to use your hungry mouth to make him more tired?"

"Ming Fuluo!" Miss Wolf screamed in shame and anger, and turned around and threw herself at the scholar in Anser's arms, "Can you please say something nice?"

Ming Furo didn't even raise her eyelids, but raised her delicate white index finger, and endless iron-gray particles condensed out of thin air. In the blink of an eye, Shitana was wrapped in a big iron ball, with only her head sticking out.

"Mmmmm--let me go!"

The chubby Miss Wolf was rolling on the ground while screaming, which was very cute.

"It's the punishment for cheating." Ming Fuluo picked up the coffee again and glanced at Ansel. "You have to beg for mercy. Don't even think about touching me for a month."

Among the girls, Ming Furo was the only one who cared the most about this kind of "fairness". She certainly wasn't really angry, but when she thought about how she was busy learning how to control and manage in a better way yesterday, while Xitana and Anser were fighting fiercely, the scholar must be unhappy.

As for why she could restrain Shitana so easily, although it was partly because of Miss Wolf's guilty conscience, the more important reason was that she had reached a realm that all extraordinary people could never reach in their lifetime.

That’s right, Ming Fuluo has reached the fifth level. There were no grand and transcendental signs, no thrilling journey. She just naturally wore the fifth-level crown.

In the words of the scholar, she guessed that Anser would make some big moves in the North, so she decided to enter the fifth level at this time. If nothing unexpected happens, she will definitely be able to help Anser - and this is indeed the case.

The reason why Ivora was defeated by Xitana and Mingfuro was that Mingfuro, who had reached the fifth stage, could further maintain the mechanical deity independently. Although the time was not long, and Ivora could not be killed instantly without Anser's driving, it was enough for her to delay until Xitana adapted to Ivora's crippled flame.

After that...it was Sitana who gave Ivora an inhumane one-sided beating.

"...but you." Ming Fuluo turned her head and her eyes fell on the luxurious pillow that Ansel was resting on. Her eyelids twitched slightly. "You just look at it like that. Don't you have any other thoughts?"

Xin's past is already known to the girls. Her life, in which she was created completely as a tool, is undoubtedly the most miserable one. Although Xin herself no longer cares, it does not prevent Xitana and Ming Furo from greatly reducing their hostility towards her.

However... Miss Saint's thinking process seems to be difficult to be on the same channel as theirs.

"Ann said to make sure Miss Demon doesn't suspect the dream."

Xin leaned against Anser's profile obediently: "So, I just took a look."

Marina, who had been silent the whole time, covered her mouth and laughed: "Ms. Xin, what Ms. Ming Fuluo meant was that after knowing that Xitana was cheating on you, you should have some reaction."

"Reaction?" Xin blinked. "Is it jealousy?"

"I do not--"

Ming Furo just started to talk tough out of reflex, but suddenly swallowed her words back and her body began to limp in Ansel's arms.

Master Anser, who had quietly put his hand on Ming Fuluo's belly and began to move it, remained calm and said, "Shouldn't we talk about more important things now? For example, what Ivora thinks?"

Ming Furo made a few low humming sounds and then fell silent, unable to even maintain her restraint on Xitana. Seeing the scholar's face gradually turned red and she suddenly fell silent, a mocking expression began to appear on her face. She walked straight back to Anther, grabbed Anther's other hand openly, and put it into her collar.

"Hmm~" The girl rested her head on Anther's thigh and let out a long and satisfied sigh.

She originally wanted to say something to tease Ming Fuluo, but since Ansel said to talk about business, then she decided to talk about business.

——Anyway, no matter what you say, it won’t affect the movements of your hands.

"Miss Devil is indeed as An guessed. She is wondering if you are the one who manipulated the dream."

The Saint Lady cooperated with Ansher very actively. After all, this was her first mission, so she was particularly attentive.

"But it's just a suspicion. That dream... heh."

Anser's mouth curled up slightly: "She will believe it. Even though she has fallen to this point, her crazy ambition has not been wiped out."

"Marina." Young Master Hydra, who was trapped in the gentle land, spoke lazily, "It's time to let Ivora meet her good sister... Susilen, she won't let me down."

The only witch who did not have physical contact with Anser bowed slightly and responded with a chuckle:

"No matter which aspect...she will not let you down, Mr. Anser."

Meanwhile, just as Ivora was thinking about his current situation and how to deal with what might happen next, the door of the room suddenly opened.

"I didn't expect that we would meet again in this way. Did you miss me, Your Highness Ivora?"

Outside the house, the iris girl held a pile of clothes in her hands and gave a cute smile to the stiff-looking Ivora.

The clothes she wore were no longer the pure white they had been when she was a princess. Although the black and white maid uniform made her lose the nobility of a flower on the mountain top, the lace on the cuffs and the delicate patterns on the dress still made her look extremely elegant.

Her upper body is so pure and graceful, exuding the sweetness and freshness unique to a girl, but the deliberately short skirt and the white suspender stockings that are slightly digging into her flesh exude a strong charm that is completely the opposite. And if you look from behind, you can find that her top is not fresh and dignified at all. Her entire back is almost completely exposed, bound by two crossed "X" straps, revealing her slender waist, perfect curves, and most importantly, the tattoo of a nine-headed demon snake that symbolizes her master, are revealed.

The sentimental maid, Miss Susilen, sighed softly, "I really don't understand why the master would give you such preferential treatment. I thought you would still be a cat after you came back."

She put the clothes she was holding on the bed. Although she looked a little regretful, her expression was still full of malice and joy, which gave Ivora a very bad premonition.

"Change your clothes and get ready to start a new life, my dear sister."

Susilun licked her lips, her eyes flashing with desire and madness for sadism and self-abuse.

"You're going to love it, I promise."

Chapter 2. Ivora's New Life Part 2

The Hydra family's lunch became more sumptuous because of the increase in the number of people. Although two people had no demand for food, they still sat at the table under Anther's mandatory request.

"Xin, about your physical problem." Ming Fuluo put the cut steak into her mouth while looking at Xin who was learning how to use a knife and fork. "The church shouldn't be hiding anything, right?"

"The bishops have complicated thoughts, but now, they are still willing... Well, we can only obey An, so there is no problem."