A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

These independent and powerful beings are coveted by many factions. Myron, who has long been in seclusion, is regarded by Ronger as a peer to the top soul sorcerer of this generation, Sorren. Her willingness to offer assistance to Ravenna at any time is likely not just because Ronger was once her apprentice, but probably also due to Ravenna's identity as the granddaughter of Eileen Ziegler.

Even though the old man's name has been forgotten by most and his remains lie in a common public cemetery, there are still those who hold pure respect for the once-great master.

Ms. Myron's timely arrival and graceful departure allowed Ronger, who sat beside Ravenna, to finally breathe a sigh of relief. The elegant lady reached out to stroke Ravenna's head and said softly, "In a few days, the materials I've ordered should arrive. I'll have Virginia prepare a soul supplement for you. You should recover quickly, so don't worry, Ravenna."

"... Madam."

Myron's demeanor evoked Ravenna's memories of her grandfather. She was unsure whether to feel fortunate or unfortunate that these memories remained unaffected.

Her fingers intertwined, she asked softly, "What really happened to my grandfather's death?"

Ronger's expression stiffened, and before she could speak, Ravenna continued to muse to herself:

"Everyone says that my grandfather committed suicide, dying helplessly and in despair after being betrayed by his son, my mother, and his many students."

"But I don't believe my grandfather would choose suicide, not even when he was completely out of options and had never considered giving up."

"Ravenna, this matter—"

"That's why I've always believed that my grandfather was killed by someone... by some group of people."

As she turned, the cold and cruel look in her purple eyes caused Ronger's heart to wrench.

The petite woman, whose demeanor was at odds with her appearance and stature, exuded a chilling aura of danger at that moment. "Madam, I also don't believe that you and Hendrik haven't investigated my grandfather's death."

"Now that the Tower of Babel is back on track and the future is no longer a concern, with Ansel's support, all dangers and obstacles have vanished. So... can you tell me the truth about what happened back then?"

Under Ravenna's gaze, Ronger found herself unable to respond. After a long silence, she finally sighed deeply:

"Ravenna... as you said, Hendrik and I also don't believe your grandfather would choose suicide. Not just us, but everyone who believed in him until the last moment and followed him, we all don't believe he would take his own life."

The scholar, who came from a family with a rich heritage and was quite capable herself, looked earnestly into Ravenna's eyes. "We also came together to thoroughly investigate all possibilities, but we... found nothing."

"Found nothing... does that mean you couldn't even determine whether my grandfather's death was a suicide or a murder?"

"... Yes," Ronger replied, lowering her gaze and resting her hand on her forehead in a low voice. "We couldn't find the answer, Ravenna."

"I'm sorry, we... couldn't find the answer."

She repeated herself, her voice filled with guilt and sorrow.

Ravenna reached out to touch Ronger's shoulder, but her hand hesitated and hovered in mid-air before finally resting there.

Ronger looked up at Ravenna, surprised at first, but her expression soon softened. She turned and gently embraced Ravenna's small, warm body. "I don't want you to forget, Ravenna, but... we must move forward. The Tower of Babel now, and everything we will create, is also what he wanted to see."

Having not embraced anyone for a long time, Ravenna felt the warmth and considered that reconnecting with her emotions might not be such a bad thing.

At least for now, it wasn't.

"I understand, Madam," Ravenna whispered. "I will move forward, no matter what."

"... You don't have to force yourself so much. You said it yourself, we're not under any pressure now, right?"

Ronger patted Ravenna's slender back. "Don't push yourself like you used to. He... wouldn't want to see you like this."

"No."

As the conversation turned to this point, the emotion that had risen in Ravenna's eyes suddenly dissipated.

With a calmness that was almost unsettling, she said, "It's precisely because my grandfather wouldn't make such a choice that he failed."

"Ravenna..."

"I know what to do, don't worry. I'm fine."

Ravenna released Ronger and spoke calmly, "Goodbye, Madam. I'm off to continue my research. Since it's just a simple adaptation issue, I needn't be distracted any longer."

"... Alright."

Ronger watched Ravenna, her hand initially reaching out to touch her head, but instead, she gently patted her shoulder. "Keep it up, we're in this together."

Ravenna, maintaining her usual impassive expression, nodded slightly and left the room.

After her departure, Ronger, who had maintained a composed demeanor, seemed as if all his strength had been drained. This formidable fifth-stage sorcerer nearly collapsed.

"Why... why would Ravenna suddenly bring up the matter of Mr.Eileen?"

The noblewoman leaning against the table, supporting her forehead weakly, her face filled with exhaustion and struggle.

The death of Eileen Ziegler, an event that caused a huge shock in the sorcerer's circle of the imperial capital fifteen years ago, still resonates. Even though Eileen had almost lost all his fame at the time, there were not a few sorcerers who remembered his past glory. Even if all external factors were discarded, Eileen was still a fifth-stage extraordinary being.

A fifth-stage extraordinary being... dying quietly in the imperial capital under the empress's suppression, no matter how one looked at it, it was incredibly horrifying.

Because it was too eerie and horrifying, even though Eileen's death was very tragic, everyone concluded that it was suicide. It was almost impossible to silently kill a fifth-stage alchemist, recognized as the strongest among the sorcerer branches, with complex methods and numerous tools… Even the leader of the Chronos Guild might not be sure of this.

Recalling the expression Ravenna had when facing him just now, Ronger felt a pang in his heart.

Ravenna Ziegler was the first witness to Eileen's death.

That year, she, who was only six years old, saw her grandfather's corpse with his heart gouged out and his head severed.

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