The villain's way to tame the protagonist

"Of course, this is just a reckless act of seeking her own death, but I still like her character of wanting to burn and destroy herself... Perhaps people always like things they have lost more, which is really... regrettable."

The devil opened his eyes again. There was no nostalgia and emotion in his eyes when he recalled the past Ivora. He looked at the present Ivora, and in his sea-blue eyes, there was only pity that almost made the maid's sanity completely collapse.

"Although you are obedient and well-behaved now, I still miss you more, Ivora - ah, you don't have to force yourself to become the crazy and arrogant person you used to be because of this sentence, because we all know..."

Master Anser caressed the maid's cheek with concern: "We all know that you can't go back, right?"

"This is not your fault, poor Ivora... Look at what you've been through - being used and abandoned by vicious collaborators, being burned to death by your own mother, having your strength and qualifications that you were so proud of taken away, having all your dignity and self trampled upon, and now... knowing that there is no hope, you still have to kowtow and flatter the person you hate the second most."

"Oh, Ivola, poor Ivola."

Anser chanted like he was reciting an opera, and he could feel the temperature of his palms rising rapidly, even turning into a burning pain, but his tone became more concerned:

"No one can go through all this and still stick to their former self. Rather, it is amazing that you have retained your self-esteem even now and have even become more rational and calm."

"You see, people with such strong wills can always...Pfft--Oh, uh, sorry."

As if he could no longer hold back his exaggerated words, Anser chuckled a few times: "I just... couldn't control myself. Ah... it's all Xin's fault. She made my mind a little too lively. I wanted to say that people with such a strong will can always overcome all difficulties, and you just happen to be... hehe, hahahaha——"

"I'm really sorry, Ivora. I wanted to praise your tenacity and your strength, but... when I think about your performance just now, I feel that it's not so much tenacity as strength—"

Amid the joyful laughter, there was also the undisguised sarcasm and mockery that Ivora was very familiar with:

"More like, cowardice and weakness."

It was obvious that as a master, Anser was somewhat unqualified, and he seemed to be too disrespectful to his personal maid. As we all know, nobles who mistreat their servants basically have no good end.

But the good news is that Anser himself doesn't like the identity of the master, and naturally doesn't care about performing in this identity, because when Ivora said the word "master", it was so easy.

Bang-!

A ball of blood flame exploded directly between Anser's palm and Ivola's cheek, but Master Anser, who was offended in this way, was not annoyed, but instead showed a truly happy expression.

Before we can get along politely as master and servant, there is a long necessary process missing between you and me.

Compared to the docile master-servant game, Anser actually prefers the...training between master and servant.

I am just waiting for the right time, looking for opportunities, and constantly telling myself that I am unable to fight back. I seem to be reluctant, but in fact I accept this situation with peace of mind?

Ivora, my old friend, it's not that easy.

Chapter 9. Participants (K)

"Resistance... That's the way to go, Ivola."

Anser opened his arms and laughed: "As long as people can feel your majesty and terror, you will burn yourself like the sun. Come, a little more, let me see whether you are angry and embarrassed after I exposed your true face, or you have really found some fragments of your former self!"

Ivola's breathing was heavy and fiery, and several veins were bulging on his forehead.

Weak, cowardly? Anser... How dare you describe me with such words, how dare you describe me with such words!

But Ivora didn't know why, why she didn't do as Anser said. Yes, if it was the Ivora of the past, how could she let go of such a good opportunity? She would definitely make Anser pay the price, even if the bet was her own life, she would not hesitate to sacrifice everything.

But why doesn't she do that now?

...No, it's not weakness, it's...reason, it's calmness.

In his madness and rage, Ivora forced himself to calm down - this was still Anser's trap. Since he guessed that I would do this, he must have a way to counter it. He must...

However, there was a voice in his heart that kept questioning Ivora——

When you weigh the pros and cons like this, have you become the weak and cowardly person that Anser describes?

It was simply Ivora's soul urging her to make a decision, the best decision for her.

You are Ivora Feasting Flame, you are the destined emperor, the supreme being who is destined to rule the world and dominate everything. When did you become like this? You have to kowtow just to survive...

"Fuck you..." She whispered hoarsely.

"Hmm? What?" Anser tilted his head slightly with some curiosity. "What did you say just now, Ivora?"

"I said - fuck you! Stop filling my head with your bullshit, Anser!"

Ivora's furious roar exploded on the sea. Her entire body was burning in flames as she charged towards Anser. However, Hydra's laughter became even more cheerful and hearty. "I didn't do anything, Ivora. Do you seem to have some strange fantasy?"

He dodged Ivora's attack easily, and two streaks of light, one black and one red, rushed across the sea.

"You lying bastard! Don't think I don't know that thing that is not even a human is hiding in your body! Is this what you want? Fine, then I'll give it to you now, and you will die with me on the bottom of the sea!"

Although he looked completely insane, Ivora never had the power to be liberated in the true sense, because the moment he realized that Xin might have induced his soul in some way, Ivora became completely awake.

But for her now, she should stop when she is sober, but she did not do so.

Maybe... she did get back some fragments of her former self, even if only fragments.

"What are you running away from? Don't you want to taste my wrath? Anser, come here!"

At a speed that could not be captured by the naked eye, Anser leisurely avoided Ivola's attacks again and again: "I'm not running away, Ivola, it's just that someone is waiting for you. She is a little far away, and she will soon... Oh, she has arrived."

Anser suddenly stopped because behind him, a curtain of sea suddenly rose up into the sky, as if something had erupted from the bottom of the sea.

No, it wasn’t something that exploded under the sea, it was someone... running wildly and wreaking havoc on the sea!

"I haven't beaten you for a few days, and you dare to bite me, house cat!"

An extremely excited roar came from the sea, and just as Ivora reacted, he heard a deafening roar from below. A water column of nearly a hundred meters rushed into the sky with the explosion, and the body containing pure violence took advantage of this to soar into the sky and punched Ivora in the abdomen.

Ivola's eyes suddenly bulged, and before she could counterattack, a huge demon wolf suddenly emerged from behind the figure, clenched its claws and fists, and smashed heavily on Ivola's already bent back.

"It's time for your mistress to...teach you a lesson!"

Ivora was directly smashed into the Lost Sea by the hammer, and the extremely excited Miss Wolf took the time to give Ansher a look, then rushed into the sea with the same cheers.

Anser descended to the sea level, and the roar and vibration under the sea were so vivid in his perception.

"As expected... there is no movement."

Hydra stroked the ring and chuckled, "Because no matter what, destroying the Old Gods must be the absolute top priority. We finally found an opportunity to kill... or to cripple Effisand. How could you let her return to that position so easily?"

Ivora would never have thought that this was the reason why Ansher dared to bring her here.

"In this way, it can be confirmed that Effisand's self-awareness is almost zero, and he may not even have any instincts... Maybe he has completely become the host of the Abyss Caller? How pitiful."

He sighed like this, then took out a sofa chair from the storage props, sat down leisurely, and poured himself a glass of wine.

"Are we just going to watch, An?" Xin suddenly came out from behind him.

"You know what our eldest princess is thinking right now. Xier will not be in danger."

Anser took a sip of wine and said, "Because she sensed your presence, she had to remain restrained no matter how angry she was. So she didn't dare to ignite the source flame in the Lost Sea, and could only fight with Xier."

"Hmm...Is that so? In that case, Miss Devil can't possibly win." Xin nodded.

"Who says it isn't?"

Master Anser, who loved taking care of girls, shook his glass and chuckled:

"Have fun, Seele."

*

Susilen was abandoned.

Although she was more active and flattering than her sister, she was just short of lying down and shaking her butt every time she saw Anther - she would even do so if doing so could make Anther happy.

But the facts proved that no matter how much Susilen tried to please Anser, she could never compare with Ivora's power. As a personal maid, Ivora could obviously do much more than her.

Even though the emperor's qualifications were forcibly extracted and his soul was damaged, Ivora was still invincible compared to most people in this world. Even if pure violence was put aside, the spiritual essence called "Territory" that dominated the space was enough to crush Susilen in terms of value until nothing was left.

In her heyday, Ivola could use space as a means of killing with just a wave of her hand. She could even freely travel between the maze and the real world, travel to deeper parts of the maze, and return without anchoring coordinates. When she reached the sixth level, she might be able to reach the border of the maze that had never been witnessed by any existence.

Even though his power was greatly reduced due to the damage to his soul, it was easy for him to move freely in this world.

But will Susilen feel powerless or even desperate because of this?

"Notify Gamma Zone Lab No. 6 and have them call the person in charge of Sequence 2 Project No. 37... the project with the configuration coupling design."

In the control room of a huge experimental field, Ming Fuluo frowned as she stared at the large machine in the experimental field. The researchers around her who wanted to cheer immediately fell silent. The middle-aged man closest to Ming Fuluo immediately responded: "Yes, I will find it right away--"

"Yes, Ms. Zeger, please come to the core area test site No. 3 immediately."

A soft and gentle girl's voice rang out in the overly quiet control room. The maid, who was too conspicuous among the researchers but took the initiative to stand in the corner and leave, put down the communication magic crystal and smiled at Ming Fuluo: "Miss Colin An said she will be here in five minutes, ma'am."

Everyone was looking at the maid who hadn't said a word since she followed Ming Furo in. Many of them knew her identity but didn't have the courage to speak in private at this time.

Susilen Xiangyan, the former flower of the Xiangyan royal family, was an iris girl who stood out among the princes and princesses with bad reputations.

"Where did you get the contact information?" Ming Fuluo frowned even deeper, "Ansel? Hendrick?"

Su Silun bowed her head slightly: "It was given to me by the master, ma'am. Before coming to Oren City, I felt it necessary to do some preparation work. Providing you with communication assistance is just the basis."

"Knowledge base... humph."

Miss Scholar seemed to dislike this well-behaved and sensible maid: "This is all you can do here."

"In terms of knowledge and ability, I am obviously not comparable to Ms. Zeger and everyone present here."

Susilun placed her right toe against the heel of her left foot, folded her hands in front of her abdomen, and lowered her head slightly. Her manners were impeccable. She answered neither humbly nor arrogantly, "In terms of ability, I can only do these trivial things, but in terms of responsibilities, these trivial things are indeed just the basis. It would be shameful if I boasted about doing these things, ma'am."

Ming Fuluo stared at her for another two seconds, then said nothing more and continued to pay attention to the large machinery in the experimental field.

Su Silun, who was not questioned again, looked as smiling as before, but she felt relieved inside.

If nothing unexpected happens, my rating should have gone up a lot in Ms. Zeger's opinion.

Although her arms and legs seemed to be folded in front of her abdomen, in fact, her hands that were tightly grasping the long skirt slowly loosened. Su Silun continued to keep her head down, so that no one could notice her inner ups and downs.

Yes, Ivora was indeed worth more than her, but so what? Could the future be worse than the past?

She used to be able to survive between Efesand and Ivora. The reason she was able to survive was only because the emperor needed a tool to disgust his arrogant daughter - not even a lesson, just disgust. Because even Efesand didn't think Suslen could teach Ivora any lesson.

And now, everything was clearly moving in the best direction—Ivora's status on the surface was the same as hers! This was simply a dream for Susilun, who had woken up from her dreams countless days and nights, fearing that she would be burned to ashes by her sister.

Of course, if possible, Susilen would rather Ivora be a house cat until her death, but she doesn't greedy for anything. She has only been able to seize power and status by relying on others since she was a child. She possesses a quality that sounds ordinary but is actually extremely precious - self-knowledge.

Suslun is very clear about her current situation and value. Just as Efesand is using her to disgust Ivora, Anser is also using her to tame Ivora. In this regard, Suslun is not only not disgusted, but will do her best to fulfill her master's ideas, because this is her most important value now. Without this value, she has no meaning of existence.

But that doesn't mean she has only this much value, does it?

Ming Fuluo, Xitana, Marina, Xin... I still have many opportunities, many, many opportunities to make my weight heavier, but what about you, my sister? You won't seize these opportunities.

——Because you are an idiot without any self-awareness.

In stark contrast to her, Ivola is an absolutely self-centered lunatic, and her self-awareness is that she is more important than anything else in the world.

In order to ensure the continuation of the Flame of Joy bloodline, the emperor would tolerate this kind of madness and arrogance, but Anser didn't need to. Even though Ivora seemed to be in good control now, Susilun could conclude that she would lose control sooner or later.

Su Silun gently pressed her lower abdomen and quickly calmed her unstable breathing.

The road to defeating Ivora is still very long, and Suslun doesn't want to see her buried in her own stupidity, so she has to take it step by step, step by step...

"Ms. Ming Fuluo~"

In stark contrast to Su Silun's voice, a hoarse and mature voice suddenly sounded in the control room without any warning.

The researchers were stunned for a moment, then panicked, while Ming Fuluo rubbed her forehead and sighed: "It seems that you only know how to knock on the door in front of Anser's bedroom, Marina."

"How could that be? I usually knock on the door, but the door to this testing ground is a bit sturdy. It takes some effort for me to get in."

A crow appeared out of nowhere and chuckled with its wings covering its beak: "Just treat it as a test. Can you forgive my offense, Miss Ming Fuluo?"

"..." Ming Fuluo's expression turned cold. She seemed to realize something and narrowed her eyes slightly. "That's right."

The researchers, who were originally just frightened by the sudden incident, now really started to sweat profusely.

Marina shook her wings and said, "I want to borrow Mr. Anser's personal maid. Is Miss Ming Fuluo available?"

Ming Fuluo turned around and looked at everyone present with a stern look, expressionless: "Whatever you want."

"Well, then follow me, Miss Susilen."

The crow flapped its wings and flew in front of Su Silun. For some reason, its dark and deep eyes made Su Silun, who was used to seeing lunatics and psychopaths, feel a little cold.

"There's something small here that I need your help with."

*

Su Silun looked at the mess of body parts in front of her and fell into silence.

Some...little things?

"Mr. Anser and Miss Ming Fuluo have put a lot of effort into Oren City, but how can I put it..."

Marina's gentle and pleasant voice came out from the crow's beak. She sighed softly: "Sometimes, evildoers covet the beautiful paradise more than believers."

"…Is it the remnant of some grand duke? Or some secret organization?"