A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

The empress paid no heed to the Tower of Babel, considering it less than a reptile in her eyes, and because this organization was essentially nurtured by Evora.

But the Etheric Academy... was a different matter.

The mainstream of the Etheric Academy was inclined towards the empress. When Evora reached out there, it was destined to cause such a situation, to some extent... this was tantamount to Evora's provocation to the empress.

But the problem was, the empress's reaction... was too swift.

She spent her days in the palace of Anthicheg combating the chaos that eroded her soul with the source flame, thinking all day about how to prolong her life, and she, who didn't even care about her appearance, couldn't possibly have the mood to pay attention to what had been happening in the capital recently.

Apart from Evora, no one in the world dared to disturb the empress, who spent most of her time sleeping in Anthicheg.

Otherwise, our Elder Princess would not have been able to expand her power so easily.

So even if Evora made a big move, the empress couldn't possibly know the situation in such a short time.

How many secrets were there in this morning assembly, and what made the empress discover Evora's actions so quickly and suddenly, and react for the first time... no one knew.

Only one thing was clear, that was, the Etheric Academy... was once again in the limelight.

Although this was just a small thing done by the empress to discipline her heir, no matter what the empress thought, the fact in the eyes of countless people was only one — that is, the Empress gave the Etheric Academy unlimited resources to let them do things.

This is favoritism, and it doesn't matter why the empress did it, just because the sporadic goodwill she released to anyone and anything was enough to garner terrifying support and pursuit.

"So, today..."

"Your Majesty."

Standing next to the empress, Ansel, who had hardly spoken a few words after entering the hall, suddenly spoke.

"I think, if you invest resources and create mechanical armors, if they are not used for actual combat, but just for viewing, it would be meaningless."

"After all, they are weapons, aren't they?"

The old monarch raised her eyebrows with interest: "You're right, Ansel, do you have any suggestions?"

"As everyone knows, Lord Evora has been particularly interested in an organization called the Tower of Babel in recent years. And this organization... is famous for producing advanced, powerful, and mass-producible alchemical weapons."

The evil Hydral, in a few words, characterized an academic organization as a violent arms factory, and none of the nobles and ministers felt anything wrong.

Under the increasingly angry gaze of Evora, Ansel calmly said: "Since the Tower of Babel is good at producing weapons, and the mechanical armors themselves are alchemical weapons, why not let the Etheric Academy and the Tower of Babel compete to see which side's work is more... powerful?"

He turned his head to look at the empress, slightly bowed: "Ordinary weapon testing is still boring, I think... You can select some death row prisoners, arm them with weapons from the Tower of Babel and the Etheric Academy, and then let these people fight each other... Isn't that interesting?"

The empress's eyes brightened as she listened, and after hearing Ansel's words, she laughed happily, the somewhat hair-raising old laughter echoed in the hall, making people feel more uneasy.

"Very good... very good! You are indeed the most surprising person, Ansel, I like your idea, but... it's still a bit short."

Her dark blood-colored eyes sparkled with chaotic brutality that twisted her self-will, and the voice she made also carried a cruelty that made many nobles shudder: "Just like this, just mere death row prisoners, it's still boring."

"Since they are weapons, of course they need more people, a bigger scene, to show their value and meaning, what we need is not a gladiatorial fight between death row prisoners, what we need is..."

The blood flame on the throne burned fiercely, swallowing the monarch's tyranny and madness:

"A war!"

She spoke the bloody and cruel words with an extremely joyful tone: "A war, the best way to show the power of weapons, and enough... interesting! Ansel... I want to see a war, a masterpiece!"

"Go, Ansel." The empress raised her hand, her fingertip touched Ansel's snake head ring, and she smiled very satisfied, "You will present me this long-lost drama, go find two rich, prosperous territories, tell their lords, the empress commands you to start a grand war, the winner will plunder everything the loser has, and will receive my knighthood!"

The current empire is in chaos, and the friction and struggle between territories never cease, but this kind of completely frontal, two-army confrontation and fighting situation is almost non-existent.

Moreover, it is two territories that do not need to plunder, and are already very rich and prosperous.

The empress's idea is undoubtedly foolish, tyrannical, crazy and unreasonable, but what can the nobles and ministers here say, and what will they say? They will only think that the territory chosen by Ansel is best not their own territory.

Of course, not everyone has no opinion.

"ANSEL!"

Evora's voice was filled with uncontrollable anger: "What are you... doing!"

"Just doing what I should do." Ansel laughed lightly, "Hydral always stands on the side of the empress, doesn't it? Lord Evora."

Evora stared at Ansel for three or four seconds, then said nothing, turned into a blood flame and disappeared in the hall.

Was this so-called competition really just a simple weapon test, or... a competition between the Etheric Academy and the Tower of Babel?

Of course not, this is clearly the first... direct collision between the Empress and the Elder Princess in the true sense.

And the gap in strength in this collision was a bit too big.

One was the empress who held all the resources of the empire and the top magician group that had been passed down for hundreds of years; the other was the Elder Princess who was becoming more and more powerful, but was ultimately suppressed by the empress, and the weak academic organization that had been established for less than ten years.

Who wins and who loses is clear at a glance.

Ansel and Evora are both of the next generation of the sixth stage, and they should stand on the same line with her in theory. No one knows why he wants to provoke this battle that is bound to lose for Evora.

But everyone has already felt the bloody rain that is coming.

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