A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

And what's more ingenious is that Ravenna, who had no choice at that time, believed that she did the right thing; and now she, who has no choice...

She has no doubts about herself either.

"I'm going to the Alchemy Association, Hendrick."

Ravenna, who has made up her mind, said so.

"...What?"

Hendrick is somewhat incomprehensible: "Your current situation is too dangerous, why go to the Alchemy Association?"

How heavy the Etheric Academy's killing intent towards Ravenna is, can be seen from her caution to create fifty-six puppets. Plus, although the Alchemy Association is considered neutral, it is still closer to the Etheric Academy.

If you want to bet that the Etheric Academy cares about the face of the Alchemy Association and does not kill people in the Alchemy Association's residence, it is rather risky.

"There are things that must be done."

Ravenna put her hand into the pocket of her white coat, walked towards the door, and said without looking back: "That thing, we can't make it just by ourselves, we must ask the Alchemy Association for help."

"That thing... Wait!"

Hendrik's countenance underwent a drastic change.

He braced himself against the table, his gaze fixed on Ravenna's retreating figure.

"Ravenna," the man, who appeared almost as an elder to Ravenna, spoke with utmost gravity, "Have you forgotten what you promised me?"

"I will no longer research weapons. The development of the Hummingbird was merely to prove myself, and the research on Etheric weapons ends here," Ravenna responded calmly.

"And what do you intend to do now? You've developed firearms, and then you've developed the floating cannon, which is more than ten times as dangerous as firearms. Now you want to—"

"Hendrik."

The tall, cold beauty interrupted Hendrik's angry questioning. She looked at the man before her without any expression and said indifferently, "If you, if we had the capital to change all this, I wouldn't choose to do this."

"..."

Just this one sentence froze the anxious flame in Hendrik's heart.

"Don't misunderstand," Ravenna continued, "I'm not blaming anyone. I'm just stating the facts. The fact is, we are still walking on thin ice. The Tower of Babel has nurtured too many mediocrities and dreamers. We claim to be at the forefront of theory, but we have never really shaken the status of the Etheric Academy."

"Hendrik." The young genius who was indifferent to human feelings looked at her nominal leader, her tone without a ripple, "You know very well what is supporting the Tower of Babel now."

It was violence.

The violence of firearms, the violence of floating cannons, and the bets brought about by this violence... Evora's bets.

This is what the Tower of Babel relies on for survival, not the so-called "ideals", "technology", "dreams"... The big shots don't care about things that can't be realized.

Even if people like Ravenna regard it as life.

An organization that has been established for less than ten years, in the confrontation with the Etheric Academy, a behemoth that has been inherited for hundreds of years, it is already a fantasy to maintain the stability of the organization. In the past, there were academic organizations that tried to challenge the authority of the Etheric Academy, but they eventually turned into dust in history.

To be able to achieve this in such a short time like the Tower of Babel, even forcing the Etheric Academy to take drastic measures, is unprecedented.

Under such circumstances, who can still have a choice?

Ravenna realized this, so after seeing the road ahead from a higher perspective, she knew she had to do something. The mechanical armor will threaten the Tower of Babel, and if you want to preserve the possibly crumbling Tower of Babel, you must move forward again.

"I will solve all this."

She said so, her expression and tone still without a ripple, "As always."

All this is so ironic, yet not so ironic.

The irony is that in the extraordinary world where strength determines everything, the Tower of Babel actually stands on the so-called "technology", and the real core of a large academic organization is actually a young woman in the third stage.

What is not ironic is that, in essence, this so-called "technology" is just a chip that allows the power of the elder princess to be added to it, and in the end, it still relies on power.

It seems that the Tower of Babel should not exist at all, it seems... it has been twisted into a strange shape and embarked on a chaotic and unclear path.

Everything started with the revolution that the devil named Hydral threw to Ravenna, the revolution of violence.

Ravenna no longer paid attention to Hendrik, and walked out without any hesitation.

The man watched Ravenna's departing figure, sat down on the chair tiredly and sighed deeply.

Although he didn't know what made Ravenna so tense, he couldn't refute Ravenna's words.

This palace of idealists, which seems to gather countless energetic and imaginative wizards, is essentially... nothing more than a farm for the elder princess to harvest violence.

Idealists will never be knocked down by the difficulties in front of them. Hendrik firmly believes that the Tower of Babel will create a new future, but now, even he has fallen into deep thought.

"Dear teacher... I failed to teach Ravenna well, and it seems that I even hurt her, I'm sorry." Henrik whispered with a bitter smile, "I should have stopped her, but that selfish desire made me unable to do it."

"Is all this... worth it?"

It's all worth it.

Ravenna, who was walking alone in the corridor, had no doubt or hesitation in her heart.

There was no heart beating in her chest, the flow of Ether replaced the blood, and the construction of magi-metal supported her body.

This cold and hard body, just like her never wavering thoughts.

As long as that scene can be turned into reality, as long as the Tower of Babel, which serves as a cradle, can be preserved.

Everything... is worth it!

In those purple eyes, there was a flash of the devil's prophecy of obsession and madness.