The villain's way to tame the protagonist

Bang!

The red ice crystals that almost covered Shitana's entire body exploded instantly, and meridians popped up on the girl's snow-white neck and forehead. Her skin on her petite white fist was even cracked, and her blood vessels burst. The flying blood turned into ice crystals in an instant, and Shitana's fist smashed heavily on the crystalline body of the Red Ice Python among the flying ice crystals.

Then, with the crisp sound of bones breaking, nothing happened except that Hitana's entire arm was broken.

Oh, one more thing happened.

The slowly moving Red Ice Python seemed to feel the blow that was scratching its shell. It slowly turned its huge head and fixed its chilling gaze on the extremely tiny ant beside it.

It just glanced at Sitana and then turned its head back.

The monster was unwilling to waste its ether on such insects and ants, and it was too lazy to even exhale.

Then, the mountain-like body crushed towards Hitana casually.

A few seconds later, a deeper layer of blood appeared on the vast snowfield covered with ice crystals.

Shitana collapsed to the ground, looking up at the sky. Her pale face and purple lips were completely devoid of any blood.

"It's so cold... but there are still some benefits."

She trembled and lowered her head slightly, pulling the corners of her mouth: "Surprisingly, it doesn't hurt at all."

In this cold weather, even if Hitana could sense the impending death crisis in advance, it was too late.

The girl's body below the waist... had been casually crushed by the giant creature into a pool of flesh and blood mixed with bones.

"Ah, failed."

Shitana spread her hands, lay on the ground, and stared at the sky in a daze.

"It failed."

No matter how restless and almost crazy the wild beast in her soul was, she remained indifferent.

"Were you treated as a joke by Anser?"

Her long eyelashes kept trembling, and her eyelids slowly closed, but then she held them open with all her strength.

All of Hitana's remaining strength was spent on breathing and keeping her eyelids open.

"Ho...ho..."

As her breathing became heavier, her eyelids, which kept opening and closing, drooped lower and lower. Only her slightly trembling eyelids proved that she was trying hard to keep her eyes open.

"I'm sorry...Anser."

The girl murmured weakly and sadly: "I seem to have... screwed up again."

"You haven't lived to see the moment when you are willing to believe me."

"Really sorry."

"So...sleepy."

Just before her eyes closed completely, the mouth of the glass bottle pushed open the girl's teeth with great rudeness, and the slightly cool liquid quickly poured into her throat.

As Hitana gradually regained consciousness, she heard a sound she had never heard before along with this action.

It was the boy who always smiled gently, roaring violently and angrily:

"Shitana! Are you crazy? Why don't you advance? Do you want to die here?"

"Damn it... Damn it... You should have that feeling. How could you possibly die here? Fate won't--"

……wrong.

No, it shouldn't be like this.

Anser's heart ached violently as he looked at Hitana, whose internal organs were flowing out of her abdominal cavity and whose lower body had turned into a pool of flesh.

Fate would allow Xitana to advance to the third level...but Xitana refused?

No, that's not right. Xitana has no way to fight against it subjectively. If her thoughts and actions are not under my command, they will be completely controlled by fate. In other words -

Fate was going to... kill her.

It was not until this moment that Anser truly understood what kind of dead end fate had created in the final game of this game.

At this moment, He would rather let Xitana die than let Ansher get a Xitana who was wholeheartedly loyal to Him and would never betray Him.

And if Ansor didn't want Xitana to die, then... he had to accept the betrayal that would come sooner or later.

"Ah...Anser."

The girl, who had almost completely stepped into the dead line, was still confused and dazed when she woke up. She tried hard to open her eyes, but could not see the face of the person next to her.

She couldn't even hear what the other person was saying. She could only hear that the voice was angry, extremely angry, and also carried a tone that she had never heard before... panic.

Countless images flashed through Hitana's mind, including herself and her thoughts, as well as... memories that did not belong to her.

In that memory, Xitana saw that the woman seemed to be in a very similar situation to herself, and Anser seemed to be in the same situation at that time.

What did she say at that time?

Ah, I remembered it.

"Anser..."

Hitana had already completely swallowed the potion in her throat and was murmuring very faintly.

"Anser, Anser... don't be afraid."

Young Hydra stared blankly at the girl, whose face was pale and whose eyes could not even be opened, and heard her mumbling in a dreamlike voice:

"Anser, don't be afraid."

Do not be afraid.

Anser remembered clearly that at that time, his mother stroked his head and told him not to be afraid.

Scared.

In the eyes of that gentle and great woman, and in the eyes of this foolish and stupid girl, Ansher was afraid.

Afraid of fate, afraid of everything that is destined to happen, afraid that all this cannot be changed.

"Shi, Ta, Na."

Hydra slowly squeezed Xitana's wrist and said, "You can't die, but don't talk like my mother."

But the girl didn't seem to hear what he said. She just mumbled in a hazy and extremely clumsy way, words that she thought could comfort Anser:

"Don't be afraid...Anser, I won't...betray you."

"..."

The boy's eyes were burning with uncontrollable rage, but even though the veins on the hand holding Shitana's wrist were bulging, it did not hurt her.

"Xitana, I repeat, I am not afraid, and this is not something you can decide."

"But you...are...scared."

Having regained some consciousness, Shitana whispered:

"Otherwise, why would I be...so angry? So...don't be afraid, I..."

"Shitana Lance Malros!"

The four words "Don't be afraid" seemed to involve Ansher's most untouchable reverse scale. He roared out of control again, with dark colors swirling in his sea-blue eyes, and the background color of the abyss was burning here.

He grabbed Xitana's throat with one hand and let out an extremely cruel roar:

"No, talk like me, mother!"

"Cough...cough cough cough..."

The girl kept gasping and coughing, and raised her hand with great difficulty, stroking Ansel's cheek with trembling fingers.

"For such a long time, Anser, you have been just... ahem... just... alone..."

"I came... ahem! It's too late..."

The hand that was tightly strangling Xitana's throat began to tremble, but Xitana's hand no longer trembled and was firmly pressed on Ansher's face.

"I'm sorry for leaving you alone for so long."

"Anser... Actually, I am also afraid. I am afraid that I will become like that. I am afraid of the betrayal you mentioned."

"But, but when I'm with you, I'm not so scared. I just want to..."

She tried to straighten herself up, put her forehead against Anser's, and whispered:

"If I could stay with Anser the whole time, Anser... wouldn't he be so scared?"

Six years of walking on thin ice.

Temptation, despair; confrontation, despair; failure, despair... The being named Ansir Hydra lives like a person caught in the cracks. Every moment, every minute and every second, he is thinking and preparing to fight against fate.

Because no one knows what kind of despair he has experienced, and no one knows what the world looks like in his eyes, he will not walk with anyone.

Because he doesn't trust anyone, including himself.

He was actually really scared.

The more he understood it, the more he fought against it, and the closer he got to success, the more afraid he became.

But in this fear and terror, what Ansel received every day was awe and worship; what he enjoyed was wine and food, and beautiful women; what he held was authority and power.

He was walking on thin ice as the great Hydra, the evil Hydra, and all he heard was countless praises or insults.

The only thing is... don't be afraid.

It was at this moment, at this moment, that Ansher finally understood...why, why it was Sitana.

Those girls who were prettier, gentler, more loyal, and more dependent on him could never compare to Sitana.

Because only this foolish and self-centered girl who stumbled all the way could so rashly squeeze in beside him, stand on the thin ice road he was walking on, and tell him not to be afraid.

Because she is just like herself, she also knows the cruelty of fate, is also afraid of the cruelty of fate, and is also... fighting against the cruelty of fate.

So, Sitana is different.

So those emotions are not driven by fate.

Therefore, his hesitation, his wavering, and his dilemma were never due to the interference of fate.

He may be able to hurt and sacrifice the people he loves.

But he had no way to hurt the few comrades in this world who could accompany him and stand by his side.

Among the four heroes, the other three do not have much resistance to their so-called fate.

Maybe, no, definitely.

Xitana must be the only madman in the world who can raise the blade of rebellion against fate with him.

Yes, so from that time on, from the moment I made that vow——

He actually already liked Sitana.

Ansher released his hand that was no longer holding Xitana's throat and gently placed it on her hand that was still caressing his face.

Young Hydra closed his eyes and sighed:

"you win."

He opened his eyes, and the warm smile in his eyes and on his face was not his usual disguise.

"Both you and fate win, Sitana."

Ansor stroked the back of Xitana's hand and said in a voice that was no longer confused: "I can't hurt someone who is unique to me."

"I can't hurt you anymore, and I can't bear to see you continue to hurt yourself."

Xitana's smile almost reached the sky. She tried to make her smile less exaggerated and coughed lightly.

"Is that all?"

Ansher was slightly startled, then he smiled helplessly, touched the girl's face, and leaned over to kiss her lips lightly.

"I love you, Sitana."

"!!!"