A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 72  The Abyss of Despair - Four (IV)

About five minutes after Seraphina left, Saville appeared in the corridor, his face expressionless.

He looked at the bloody, horrific murder scene, his eyes twitching, suppressing the malice in his heart.

The old man instantly appeared next to Ansel's corpse, carefully taking out a vial of medicine from his pocket and injecting it into Ansel's chest.

Within three seconds, Ansel's head was restored at an incredibly horrifying speed and image.

"...Is this what it feels like to die physically?"

Ansel touched his face and remarked, "It's a bit uncomfortable."

"Young lord," Saville couldn't help but ask, "Although physical death can't determine your life, you don't even have a pact head, this kind of consumption...is too great."

He paused, then said very seriously: "I hope, Seraphina really has the value worth your doing this."

"Hmm...hmm?"

Ansel reacted, tilting his head: "What value? If it's about value, why would I use my real body to fight her, that idiot Seraphina, can she tell the difference between a high-level puppet?"

Saville's eyes widened slightly, he couldn't believe it: "Then you--"

"This...ah..."

Ansel rubbed his temples, a bit confused, but also somewhat relieved as he muttered to himself:

"I find it strange too, Saville."

"This is probably the second time in my life that I've felt guilty towards someone."

He looked at the blood and brain matter on his body, his eyebrows slightly furrowed: "...The effect seems a bit too good, indeed, I should train her temper better in the future."

"... " Old Saville didn't know what to say, he could only sigh softly.

He even wondered at one point if that wild and crazy girl had some kind of succubus bloodline.

"Alright, let's clean up, we should be on our way."

Ansel stretched his neck: "There's still some time before the end, hmm... anyway, the end isn't that exciting, it's just a simple matter of course, no need to have too many expectations. But before that comes, there are always things to do."

He mumbled to himself, his eyes slightly narrowed:

"I've been focusing on letting Seraphina dance alone during this time, and I've neglected a lot of things."

"The North...hehe, the cradle of the Revolutionary Army."

Except for the Revolutionary Army itself, no one thought the Revolutionary Army could succeed, even some of the Revolutionary Army didn't think they could succeed.

But they did, absurdly, laughably, they succeeded.

[Fate, if you are destined to let the empire perish, to let the meaning of my existence become that sacrifice…]

A color from the abyss burned in Hydral's eyes.

Then I must have it stand tall again in a more perfect form... for thousands and thousands of years!

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Seraphina cleaned herself up a bit, then left Ansel's mansion.

Was she at ease? She wasn't at ease at all, she was actually very sad, very painful, very lost.

But she had grown up, in an instant.

In an instant that condensed countless great despairs.

She had lost her sister, lost the first person she ever liked, perhaps the last, and didn't know where to go.

"...Let's go home."

The young girl murmured softly.

Yes, home.

The only thing she had left was home.

Bang!

A stone came flying out of nowhere, hitting Seraphina on the head.

The wolf tilted her head slightly, her eyes hidden behind her falling hair.

"You destroyed our home! Disaster, monster!"

Someone shouted, and then, countless people opened their windows, echoing the sentiment.

In the midst of this sudden wave of hatred, Seraphina, raised her hand adorned with a ring.

"Hatred..."

She murmured softly: "So much hatred."

The wolf's figure suddenly disappeared, and the next second, she appeared next to a window of a low house, her hand breaking through the window, pulling out a middle-aged man.

The man still had an angry expression on his face, he had no idea what had happened.

The next second, his eyes bulged out, his entire body curled up in pain.

Seraphina casually threw him to the ground, stepping on his stomach, causing him to scream in pain.

"Just now was..."

The corners of the young girl's mouth curled up slightly, her expression excited and dangerous.

Just like a wolf baring its fangs.

"You threw the stone, didn't you?"

Thud!

She kicked the man several meters away, then walked up to him leisurely, bending down to ask: "Did you?"

"I...I..."

"Hmm...whatever."

Seraphina scratched her neck: "After all, I did destroy your homes, but--"

She tilted her head slightly, her face expressionless:

"So what?"

"After all, the people who killed your family members, weren't they the nobles? Why did all of you, not one of you, rush to the nobles, rush to the merchants' homes, but rush to Hydral's home, to hate him, to hate me?"

Suddenly, no one spoke.

"Ah~ I see."

Seraphina laughed, picking up the terrified man, and punched him in the face, almost shattering his jaw.

"Because, Hydral never hurt you, and I never really, attacked you."

"Just because... of that."

At this moment, the hatred Seraphina felt had mostly turned into fear.

"I actually... considered you as my kind."

She laughed heartily, yet with immense sadness and pain: "Hydral was right all along, not considering you as my kind, isn't it easier to see a lot of things?"

"Growth, it's a good thing indeed."

The wolf looked around the empty street, at the locked doors and windows, facing this silence, facing... the fear that had transformed from hatred, and roared:

"You were only afraid of the nobles, but not afraid of me and Hydral, so you had that courage, courage...hahahaha! That's called courage?"

As the laughter died down, Seraphina casually threw the half-dead man aside, and declared to all those who hated her.

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"You, should, fear me."

"You should fear, Seraphina Marlowe!"

With that, Seraphina, who was shouting in anger, actually crushed the ring on her finger that couldn't be taken off!

"I don't need this thing anymore, having his stuff on me, always feels a bit disgusting."

Dressed in her hunter's outfit, carrying a small bag, Seraphina strode forward, under the gaze of countless fearful eyes, heading towards the distance.

Heading towards where home was.

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