A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

"Helen... Ravenna?"

The man stood up, looking towards the two women beside Ansel, while a painful moan also arose beside Ansel.

The young Hydral immediately turned his head; Helen was naturally obedient to Ansel's command, but Ravenna...

She seemed to have lost her senses, daring to meet Flamelle's gaze at that moment!

Ansel swiftly grabbed the leash from Helen's hand, pulling Ravenna in front of him and clasped her throat.

"Do you wish... to destroy yourself?!"

His eyes blazed with uncontrollable fury, and his tightening grip nearly sank into Ravenna's throat.

Ravenna, nearly strangled to death by Ansel, could not speak, but her eyes, though filled with immense pain, conveyed her disdain clearly.

She would not simply hand over the fruits of her three years of hard cultivation to Helen, to herself, even if it meant recklessly confronting the current Flamelle, even if it meant destroying her own self, she would not make it easy for Ansel.

After locking eyes with those defiant purple irises, Ansel flung Ravenna to the ground.

"What exactly... makes you hate me so much?"

Ravenna, whose memories had been erased, showed hostility towards Ansel even after three peaceful years, yet she still hesitated at her core.

And Ravenna, who had spent three whole years alone in the underground library, had never once considered Ansel's difficulties, instead building up such a resolute and profound loathing.

Even Ansel found it absurd.

He firmly planted the tip of his scepter into Ravenna's abdomen, looking down at her as she curled up in pain from both the confrontation with Flamelle and the physical injuries, yet he revealed a smile.

"Are you... underestimating my father too much?"

Ansel leaned forward slightly, his smile radiantly bright: "Even if your soul is now crushed to remnants, I can still make you nourishment for Helen... you damn traitor."

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Although Ansel had previously equated Ravenna's past actions to companionship in his eyes, he had never outright labeled her a traitor in the truest sense, because from an objective standpoint, it was indeed he who had utterly betrayed Ravenna.

However, now, there is no longer any need for objectivity.

"Father," Ansel turned to Flamelle, who seemed pensive for reasons unknown, "I am in your debt."

"Helen... Ravenna..."

The man stroked his chin, "Who was it again? Never mind, since there are signs of soul disassembly and reconstruction... I must have assisted you with this before, Ansel. Doing it again is no trouble—do you want to transform the girl lying on the ground into nourishment for the girl with her eyes closed?"

Ravenna's painful moan had turned into a roar; the moment she locked eyes with Flamelle, her fate was sealed. The abyss's poison had infiltrated her soul, but dealing with it was not a difficult task for Flamelle.

"It's a matter of minutes."

Seeing Ansel nod in agreement, Flamelle said with ease, "Go spend some time with your mother first; she hasn't seen you these days and misses you."

"...There will be plenty of time later; no need now."

Flamelle, about to begin his work, slightly tilted his head to look at his son.

"Not even these few minutes?"

He asked softly, his demeanor shifting dramatically from relaxed to a chilling calm in an instant, as if he had changed his face, sending a shiver down one's spine.

Yet, his tone was not coercive, merely... absent-minded.

Just like Ansel, who had once immersed himself so deeply in the abyss that he didn't know what he was saying, what he was doing, or perhaps even who he was.

Ansel remained silent for a moment, then quietly approached the crystal coffin and knelt beside it.

Seeing this, Flamelle suddenly laughed again; if not for the terrifying change in his expression a moment ago, his smile would have been truly radiant and warm.

"Stay with her," the man said warmly, "You said it yourself, there's plenty of time."

Ansel and Annelisa, inside the coffin, simultaneously vanished from this strange bedroom.

"And then..." Flamelle turned to the two identical delicate women, "You two, with that little bug whispering in my ear, what exactly are you trying to hide from Ansel?"

He glanced at Helen's black wristband, his brow slightly raised, and a similar band instantly appeared on his own wrist.

"An interesting... construct."

The divine species, standing at the pinnacle of creation, watched as "Nidhoggur" endlessly emerged from his bracelet, murmuring softly, "Accommodate, expand, transform... Ha, a versatile material, almost like a lower-grade version of my spiritual essence. But such an idea is not something ordinary people can realize."

Flamelle nodded in satisfaction, "Ansel has chosen a good pact head, speak up—"

"What exactly... are you trying to help Ansel with?"

As Ravenna's restraints were released, she collapsed to the ground, enduring the excruciating pain of her soul being torn and ground. Yet, she staggered and struggled immensely to stand up.

Helen, who had been silent and constantly displayed a distinct hatred towards Ravenna, unexpectedly… reached out to help her up!

"This is... the pain that the divine species must endure."

Ravenna, leaning on Helen's shoulder, barely stood up. She covered her distorted face with her other hand, her voice hoarse:

"Will Ansel have to endure this kind of pain… in the future?"

Flamelle shook his head: "What you have endured is less than one ten-millionth."

"...How cruel."

Ravenna looked up at Flamelle and said, "Do you think it's cruel, Lord Flamelle?"

"Why does he have to... endure such a fate?"

Flamelle did not speak; he stared into Ravenna's eyes, and the erosion of the abyss intensified instantly, causing her to emit an uncontrollable, agonizing moan.

"You are... drawing power."

He suddenly said this.

"You are not self-destructing as Ans said, you are trying... to acclimate to the abyss?"

"You want to help Anl... so who are you? Helen? No... since you are the nourishment, you must be Ravenna."

"There is no Helen here, Mr. Flamelle."

The "Helen" supporting Ravenna softly spoke words that could completely stun Ansel:

"From the beginning, there has only been Ravenna."

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