A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Halfway through her words, Ravenna suddenly denied her own words.

"…No." She murmured thoughtfully, "According to your idea, maybe…"

"I've thought of a name, let's call that thing…mechanical armor!"

The young Hydral spoke in a light and joyful tone: "What do you think, Ravenna?"

At this moment, his expectant look, as if fantasizing about something, really looked like a thirteen-year-old child.

"That thing." Ansel put his hand on Ravenna's shoulder, smiling brightly:

"It will definitely take you to the high sky where you can encompass the world in your eyes."

"…"

Ravenna's interlaced fingers trembled slightly, she who had been immersed in thought was temporarily pulled out of her thoughts by these words. She looked at Ansel's hand on her shoulder, was silent for a while, and said:

"But why… is it a weapon again?"

"Well… it doesn't necessarily have to be a weapon, it can be an exploration tool, right?"

"But in the final analysis, it is still a weapon, but…"

She paused, and said in a tone that she had never had before, with a slight ripple:

"I want to see."

Ansel tilted his head: "What?"

"I said, I want to see."

Ravenna turned to look at Ansel, her magnificent purple eyes seemed to be flowing with a brilliance that Ansel had never seen before.

She said to Ansel without any hesitation: "I want to see, the scene you described, Ansel."

Ansel, who seemed to have not expected Ravenna to have such an unusual reaction, was slightly stunned, then chuckled: "Isn't that great…"

"And—"

She suddenly stretched out her fist to Ansel: "I will also let you see, the future I described."

The usually cold and indifferent voice became passionate and heavy, as strong and powerful as Ravenna's beating heart at this moment:

"To see that, the dawn of a new era."

Ansel looked at Ravenna's outstretched fist and couldn't help but laugh out loud:

"It sounds very moving, but why are you stretching out your fist, Venna."

"Isn't this okay?"

Ravenna looked at her fist in confusion: "I thought you, as a boy, would like to express friendship in this way, or do you prefer handshakes?"

"…"

The young Hydral's smile froze slightly, he looked at Ravenna's small fist again, and subconsciously repeated in a low voice:

"Friend…ship?"

"…What are you doubting?" Ravenna frowned somewhat incomprehensibly, "Aren't we friends?"

Her voice returned to its usual indifference, making this sentence seem so natural at this moment.

After a brief silence, just a very, very brief silence, Ansel raised his smile again, clenched his fist and bumped with Ravenna.

"You're right, Venna, my friend."

At the moment when the knuckles and skin lightly touched, no one knew what these two people were thinking.

"Ansel."

"Hmm?"

"You seem to be my first friend."

"Me too, Venna."

*

Friend.

A term distant, yet not so distant.

Ravenna's consciousness awakens from the chaos, the successive severe injuries seem to have overburdened her spirit, or perhaps this overly fragile puppet is not suitable to bear her soul, causing Ravenna to feel an indescribable intense fatigue.

"Oh, you're awake."

A voice that greatly displeased Ravenna echoed in her ears. She instinctively wanted to control her body, but the functions of this puppet seemed to have completely ceased.

The current Ravenna was like a pitiful prisoner sealed in iron and stone.

"Don't try to move, let your spirit rest for a while."

Ansel's voice was still so gentle, but Ravenna had no intention of accepting his kindness.

After all, in her eyes, Ansel never had any good intentions.

After recognizing the true face of Hydral, Ravenna had given up all illusions she once had about him.

Rather than hoping for him to remember non-existent old affections, it would be better to think about... how to save herself now.

The coincidence of this event was too great, Ravenna did not believe that she would just happen to encounter Evora, and Ansel would also just happen to be present.

Because Ravenna was all too clear about Evora's violent character, she wanted to go to the Alchemy Association as soon as possible. This was to provide the Tower of Babel with the power to confront the mechanical armor, and also to protect herself.

But just at this time... Evora appeared, Ansel also appeared, there must be a scheme.

If this was Ansel's design, then he first had to make sure that she would come to the Alchemy Association first. Either there was a traitor in the Tower of Babel, or... all her thoughts had been calculated by him.

If so, tracing back, the matter of the Alchemy Association restarting the floating cannon would be Ansel's so-called misdirection... But why would Ansel do this? In the entire imperial capital, he was the only one with the power and courage to stop the production of the floating cannon, he didn't need to go to such lengths, just to torment himself.

So the one who created this coincidence could only be that mysterious person — thinking from another perspective, it's possible that Ansel didn't deliberately appear there, but... just happened to be there, and this just happened to save her from Evora's hands.

But what could she gain from this? The mysterious person who seems to be on her side wouldn't design this just to torment her for nothing... Could it be that he just wanted her to face Evora's wrath in advance, so that she wouldn't suffer the cruel punishment of the Elder Princess at a critical moment, or was there something else...

"Ravenna, you're really lucky." The voice in her ear, or more accurately, the voice that resonated directly in her soul, said so, "Evora, that capricious and reckless guy, casually destroyed some of the restrictions set by Soren."

"Your day of freedom has come early, is this a blessing in disguise?"

So... that's how it is!

This was the trap set by that mysterious person, in order to break the biggest restriction on her!

Ravenna's mood was unusually excited, this puppet body was the biggest restriction Ansel had placed on her, if she could be freed from it, she would be able to see more!

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