A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

"Hm?" The young Hydral didn't respond with modest words, but raised his eyebrows and said, "You don't need to compare yourself to me, Venna, I'm special."

"I'm also special to others," Ravenna said calmly, "Since I can be used for comparison with others, why can't I compare myself to you?"

"There are people who can see a broader and more distant scene than I can."

She let go of his hand, and said in a tone that was not resentful, but introspective, "Should I not pursue your shadow, and continue to consider myself a genius, making no progress?"

The blond boy leaned on his scepter, looking into those purple eyes, and said with a bit of amusement, "So you want me to keep proposing more possibilities, more designs, to put pressure on you and push you forward?"

"That's only part of it."

Ravenna turned her head back, no longer looking at Ansel, and returned to her workbench to resume her work, saying:

"Because only in this way can I constantly remind myself of the gap between you and me, only in this way..."

"I can always remember that failing to realize your blueprint, thus wasting your talent, is an unforgivable sin and blasphemy."

The etheric circuit engraved on the enchanted gold was as exquisite as art, the blade of the carving knife outlined the lines of truth, the creator turned her thoughts into reality, elevated the ordinary, made the mundane extraordinary... Ravenna quickly got back into the zone, threw herself into her never-ending work, and then —

Crack!

"..."

The woman gazed at the once again deviated alchemical carving knife, a faint trace of veins bulging on the back of her hand.

"An—"

"Venna!"

Ansel's cheerful voice interrupted Ravenna's words, he laughed heartily, seizing Ravenna's hand: "I think I know what you like, come with me!"

"Ansel, you—"

"I have an extraordinary concept, follow me first, I'll tell you later."

"…" Ravenna temporarily endured, refraining from lashing out.

This alchemy workshop, which has created countless miracles yet unknown to the world, is neither in the Hydral Manor nor in the Babel Tower headquarters, but in a common cottage around the Alchemy Association.

Ravenna didn't understand the meaning of Ansel's actions, just as she didn't understand why Ansel demanded that all newly invented alchemical tools, the creators must not include his name, forcing her to claim that she completed them independently.

Ansel led Ravenna to the rooftop, indicating her to sit next to him.

But Ravenna just stood on the bricks, looking at Ansel expressionlessly: "What on earth are you up to?"

"Don't you want to hear what I've come up with?" Ansel, who had already sat down, raised his eyebrows and patted the brick beside him.

Ravenna was silent for a moment, then frowned and walked to Ansel's side. After the invisible vortex swept the dust on the bricks, she gathered her white lab coat and sat down next to Ansel.

"You better make sure your idea is really—"

"Venna." The boy, whose appearance was slightly immature, but already had the handsome charm that bewildered women, turned his head and smiled at Ravenna:

"Do you like the sky?"

Ravenna was stunned.

"Although you might think it's a waste of time, I always wonder when I'm idle... besides studying and researching, what else do you really like?"

Ansel looked up at the azure sky and whispered, "I've thought about it for a long time, and I can't think of anything that would genuinely please you. But just now, when you said those quite impressive words, I suddenly thought of the sky."

"Distant and vast, like a sky with infinite possibilities."

Ravenna didn't speak, she just looked up too, doing her rarely seen "relaxation" activity.

"Or should I say, you like to go to such high places to see a more magnificent view?"

"…" Ravenna turned to look at Ansel, "Did you use a mind-reading spell on me?"

She was expressionless, hiding the turmoil in her heart.

Ansel laughed heartily: "I'm not that bored, Venna. The inner world of others, if not guessed by oneself, but stolen by other means, is too boring."

Indeed, Ansel is not the kind of person who would do such a thing, Ravenna thought.

Or rather, he seems to have always been like this, always knowing what she needs most and always able to provide help.

Now... knowing what she likes most is not surprising.

Ravenna had never met anyone like Ansel, who was so in sync with her.

So even if Ansel has too many personality and behavioral problems that Ravenna can't tolerate, she still tacitly allows, even indulges.

"The view of the sky, the view of the earth, and even more distant, infinite views, you want to encompass them all in your eyes."

Ansel stared at Ravenna's profile, not joking, but admiringly said: "This ambition and greed, it's really shocking, Venna."

"About this, I have nothing to refute."

Ravenna's voice was very calm: "But I don't think it's ambition and greed, but a rational pursuit and choice."

"Rationality, huh…"

Ansel stroked his chin: "Speaking of which, your strange rational thinking has also given me some inspiration."

"…I've never seen you think in this way."

"Hahaha, just a joke." The young Hydral laughed lightly, "How could a carefree and worry-free person like me need your way of thinking?"

Ravenna nodded: "Indeed."

She had never seen anyone more capricious and completely acting on their own feelings than Ansel.

This is a privilege that only the strong, standing at the top, standing in front of the end, can have. Ravenna does not envy, and has never thought about what would happen if she had this power.

Because the world is stagnant because of that great power, what Ravenna pursues has never been that kind of thing.

"So." She looked at Ansel, "What is the concept you mentioned?"

"You really can't take a break…"

Ansel sighed, then raised his eyebrows, and began to explain to Ravenna that crazy fantasy.

At this time, Ansel, who was telling Ravenna about the fantasy in his mind, had an excitement in his tone that he had not anticipated or even noticed.

"This…"

Ravenna rarely showed a vivid look of astonishment: "Ansel, this is not—"

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